They Follow You Round The Room

LOL. That’s not disturbing at all.

I’m now getting lots of manicure and pedicure videos in my YouTube recommendations. So there’s that.

It’s warm here today and the windows are open. A fly just landed on my laptop screen, right on the big toe. Which is the icing on the cake, really.

If anyone’s getting aroused by this thread, I’m fetching the spray bottle.
This of this blog as a chemical-free anaphrodisiac.

Yes, it’s disturbing that someone posted that. I’m more concerned that our host found it.

David would just be giving us a philosophy lesson: When you stare into the bar snack, the bar snack stares back.

They Follow You Round The Room
Literally. They’re attached to feet.
It’s a remarkable job. Has got to cost more than a shellac nail job.
Also, an effective way to cure someone of a foot fetish. Oops, did I say that out loud.

No to both, thank you very many.
I vote we put them in zoos and don’t feed them.

From the Department of Making Shit Up, “Therians”
Isn’t that just Otherkin all over again? Are they just looping now?

Yes, you do, dear. Yes, you do.
That.

And note, Miss Complicated’s indignation, all this pissy scolding, is based on a friendly five-word comment in which someone praised and encouraged her.
Gratitude, baby.

And Little Miss Complicated, being so daring and original, loudly signals her affinity with just about every modish cause of the social class she wishes to join: “Abolition. BLM, Landback, free Palestine…” Needless to say, “whiteness” or “ytness” crops up repeatedly, and always pejoratively.
God, these tiresome narcissistic bitches.

Tiresome racist narcissistic bitches.
That too. What’s striking to me, having seen so many of these creatures, is that the mouthings and psychology are so eerily uniform. It’s as if they’re regurgitating a script. It sounds like a programme running. NPC, as they say.
And Little Miss Complicated will likely waft through life telling herself, and anyone within earshot, that any shunning or rejection or failure to defer is the result of “ytness” or racism or “transphobia” or some such. Rather than the fact that she’s just another churlish, preening, aggravating cow.

…signals her affinity with just about every modish cause of the social class she wishes to join…
Yet she describes herself as a Desi and elsewhere pins it down to India. Median income Indian households: $126K; yte devils: $66k . The oppression under which she suffers must be awful.

Weird flex, as the kids say, but OK, “this is what white supremacy looks like…”

Tiktok is the site where white kids put up short videos of themselves imitating song and dance fads. Which means programming black physical mannerisms into their muscle memory and programming black verbal tics into their language reflexes. Thus a 100% chance that their public internet record will contain evidence against them that can be interpreted as blackface or as cultural appropriation. And a constant danger that a careless singalong with their friends will end up in the news as “a high school is reckoning with its legacy of racism after video emerges of a busload of soccer players shouting racial slurs”.
I have the impression that the language of “sister” and “you go girl” and “haters gonna hate” is part of a culture of high self-esteem black women egging each other on to forego realistic self-evaluation, but it’s become so widely adopted among young women of all races that it’s hardly just a black thing any more. The Queen Bee going “nuh-uh, you can’t say that” might also come from the same culture. For the generation that grew up on Tiktok to accuse each other of culturally appropriating black culture is the pot calling the kettle black (or the pot calling the kettle not entitled to be black, or whatever).
Her videos don’t do much to disprove a generalization about Indian immigrants born in the US: envy of the high status of blondes, high status that should rightly go to people of their own noble ancestry and diligence in study; contempt and fear of blacks, uncomplicated by historical guilt, but aware of the usefulness of black anger as a lever against whites; a warm familiarity with caste systems where ancestry carries status and high status people can demean low status people without the moral restraints of democracy or ethnic solidarity.

Little mis complicated: if she is non-binary, perhaps she should refer to her masculine side for the “don’t give a shit about insults” personality character trait. Actual guys insult each other and laugh. Try it, non-binary being.
Immigrant and ethnic groups that make more than whites: Indians, Chinese, Japanese, Persians, Jews, Nigerians. Worst white supremacists ever. It is hysterically funny for a Brahmin Indian to claim oppression. Total lack of self-awareness.

Because three-year-olds need “visibly queer” drag-queen teachers, apparently.
I wish these people would deal with their own issues on their own time.

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any dumber…

Actress Yasmin Finney will appear as Rose Tyler in the upcoming 60th anniversary celebration, and most Doctor Who fans won’t need to reference their HBO Max subscriptions to realize she’s not the original Rose.

Yeah. She’s black. Also, not technically an actress, as such, if you get my drift. Because of course “she” bloody isn’t. (Remember when you were supposed to call them all “actors”, regardless of sex? Funny how that changed practically overnight when blokes decided they wanted to be actresses, isn’t it? Feminism!)
Mind you, I like the sign-off:

Fans will have something to look forward to in the meantime, as BBC America will send Jodie Whittaker’s Doctor on her way in a farewell episode later in 2022.

That can be read in two ways. I wonder if it’s intentional.

Fans will have something to look forward to…
I was under the impression that the show was rapidly running out of fans, its ratings having halved in the last five years, and then, as the wokeness escalated and really bad writing become the default, declining even more. I haven’t watched an episode in years, just clips, but on YouTube I have seen several die-hard enthusiasts tying themselves in knots trying to excuse the show’s rather obvious shortcomings and general lack of charm, before finally, reluctantly, admitting just how awful the thing has become.

It seemed that every episode couldn’t resist shoehorning in the topic du jour of Islington-ite dinner conversation, no matter how random or relevant to what was going on in the episode at hand.
As Steve 2 once pointed out hereabouts, it’s odd how a centuries-old time-travelling alien, a witness to the cosmic and inconceivable, turns out to have the socio-political pretensions, and the historical parochialism, of a middle-class BBC employee who votes Labour and reads the Guardian.

I stopped watching after Chris Eccleston’s Doctor, and I was not surprised in the slightest to learn the real reason for his premature exit.

…hammy over-acting, or the bad CGI…
Speaking of which, why the hell was Tom Cruise, of all one dimensional actors, any part of Queen Elizabeth’s Platinum Jubilee shindig?

Which is why, like millions of others in the end, I switched off.
Never a… what’s the Who term for Trekkie?, but enjoyed watching. Until the current Doctor (in her debut) called me an idiot for carrying a pocketknife. So screw you and the Tardis you rode in on.

The Scientologists have secretly infiltrated the Royal Family?
Scientology is a plot by the Royal Family?
(The latter would be a Lyndon LaRouche conspiracy theory.)