Friday Ephemera (721)
Toilet-related innovation of note. || Urinal respect test. || How mice get into your toilet. || Well, you’d never tire of that. || The thrill of neatness. || Incoming. || Incoming 2. || Curious turtle, or perhaps territorial. || Classics of the internet, a possible series. || Ah, the British tradition of politely queueing. || Peekaboo. || Public domain book covers, a collection of, shall we say, misjudgements. || Butter whipping and other art. || A balloon was involved. || The thrill of extruding. || On recidivism. Related. || “Releasing his bodily fluids.” || Setting an example for the children. || Learning environment. || Lively neighbourhood. || User Inyerface, a UI game of sorts. || Good to have options, I guess. || You have to admire the effort. || And finally, in radical fitness news, it’s aged and has a nice brown tint.
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crapshit editions fromcrapshite publishers.All cultures are the same. All cultures are equally deserving of respect. /sarcasm
“Releasing his bodily fluids.”
I feel a profound sense of fatigue when I have to deal with leftists and other defectives.
How mice get into your toilet.
Again, it could be worse. See my gerbilling comment at the end of the previous thread.
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[ peers over spectacles ]
How mice get into your toilet.
I have had a live rat in my toilet (thankfully NOT while I was using the facility!). The property manager said it was a tree rat and it got in from above, through the vent pipe on the roof that all toilets have. Given who I rent from, a screen cover on the vent pipe was very likely missing. I live in the city, so cracks in the sewer line big enough for a rat to get in is a bit disturbing considering where the city utility gets its drinking water.
So I don’t know – did the rat get in from below or above? It was not a fun experience either way – I was finishing the evening ablutions and toweling off on the mat when I heard a splash coming from the porcelain next to me. I peeked under the lid to investigate, and there was a large brown rat in the bowl. I had to get a hotel room for the night because there was no way I was going to use the toilet with a live rat splashing about in it, and no one was going to come out and deal with said rat until morning.
The SW developer geeks here are familiar with design patterns, but for the uninitiated they are…patterns for designing software. Anyway, a class that I took on the subject used this book. Why they picked a looking-down picture of a young teenage, kinda trashy looking girl for the cover is its own issue. But when I learned that the publisher stole that photo from an add for selling Vagisil to teenagers, well…call me prude but I had to put a postit note over the cover.
The thrill of neatness.
Ultimate anal-retentiviness
But you’re not meant to notice the downgrade.
*winces*
*wonders if the video is rather short and ends abruptly for any particular reason*
Morning, all.
Bone broth drama.
Regarding the book covers, for some reason, this one caught my eye.
I am not a neatnik, and yet I was fascinated. What now?
I seem to remember that when other primates want to express contempt, they essentially moon the other monkey. At least I know I’m experiencing contemptuousness when watching her.
Abbot and Costello and the concert tickets.
A handy metaphor for a lot of things, I’d warrant.
A serious question.
AI will replace us all, I tells ya.
Caption time.
Indeed.
I was reminded of this incident, from deep in the archives:
I haven’t been on a bus in over fifteen years, but I shouldn’t think the situation has somehow improved.
I’m still processing this one.
I’m trying to imagine the thought process, such as it was. Not just of the slatternly bint herself, but of the other parents applauding her for twerking and humping in front of their small children, at what seems to be a child’s party. And the fixed, blank smile of Minnie Mouse is the icing on the degenerate cake.
British aspirations to American cuisine. Which makes me wonder why IHOP doesn’t actually go, you know, international.
Remaking the Princess Bride, a couple of proposals.
And on a serious note, Jordan Peterson talks with Dr. Patrick Moore, biologist, a founder of Greenpeace and critic of the AGW narrative. He observes that since 2000, the amount of land that has greened up from increased CO2 is the size of the continental U.S.
Is it contempt? I’ve seen other vids of women indiscriminately twerking on cop cars and other random places and times.
What are they saying?
Whatever it is, the slatternly bint in question is, I believe, this person here. She seems to spend a remarkable amount of time uploading photos and videos of herself pouting while wearing a bikini.
As well-adjusted, middle-aged ladies do.
The author of the WPATH files provides a couple of TwiXer threads about social contagion and medical scandals.
If this is true, it’s an incomprehensible atrocity: the Secretary General of Guatemala says that Biden is implicated in child trafficking in his country.
Project for the weekend?
More joys of public transport.
Do let us know how it goes.
“What’s the downside?” says Cathy.
Somewhat related.
Meanwhile, in the world of portraiture:
Well, when you gotta go – you gotta go!
Meaty goodness.
How an actual rat gets into your toilet.
I think we’ll all sleep better tonight. After bricking up the bathroom door, obviously.
Which makes me wonder why IHOP doesn’t actually go, you know, international.
They don’t serve beans.
Before.
After.
Obviously I was only looking for, er, research purposes.
Lol. Definitely far from Wessex.
What? She was wearing knickers.
[ Opens David’s notebook. Writes “Suspiciously knowledgeable about gerbils.” ]
Other notable efforts include Heart of Darkness, Pride and Prejudice, and Wuthering Heights.
Oh, and Macbeth.
What?
Bone broth drama.
“Aren’t you taking the pickup?”
“I think it’s flooded.“
And they can easily get past a closed toilet seat.
Reminded me of a similar incident myself from 30 years ago or so. Rereading that, after not thinking/remembering much about it for many years until just now, post-pandemic, that should have been a big clue to me as to how cowardly and pathetic most of the people whom I know are. Good people…”smart” people. People of above-sufficient means. Even “conservative” people. Their behavior just four years ago really should not have caught me by surprise as much as it did. Oh, well. Bad on me. Live and learn.
I thought that was what unabridged dictionaries were for. No?
The compact OED might be heavy enough to prevent a rat from forcing the lid up, but it might still be able to squeeze through the crack. And any mouse would be able to squeeze through.
farther down in that thread:
How are you, David, on firearms and hand-to-hand combat?
To be clear, that’s not how I usually while away the afternoons.
I mean, dear Lord, a bus.
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