Either they need to give him a solid rolling start, or they're trying to get the hairpiece on the double to sit right.
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Either they need to give him a solid rolling start, or they're trying to get the hairpiece on the double to sit right.
I was lucky enough to see her live. Hair-raising.
I may be a knucklehead whose cultural knowledge is largely from art history, but even I know that Frankenstein was a major landmark in the Romantic movement and just about Patient 0 for the rise of the Gothic. Also, I've read the goddamned book. What's this person's excuse?
As an American who's never had a firearm, but has been around what one might call operationally aware and competent firearm owners, it's safe to say that the majority of American gun owners are gun-humping clowns. And Texas does its level best to keep 'em armed and carrying.
You can tell how low violent crime is compared to 40 years ago, because back then, this dude would be an easy target for people to score re-sellable firearms from. It's like walking around with Benjamins staple to your shirt.
As a horrible and somewhat old person, my immediate thought was that this could be the new Culture Jamming.
The older of our two black cats arrived with the rescue name "Tracey." It quickly became apparent that this was unsuitable, and she got the name Tenebra instead, with which she seems pleased. The younger one had a couple of foster names, but his spookiness got him the name Hieronymus.
I've been thinking we need to track what the usual suspects around him are doing, instead. Could be dodgy meetings, could be bolting for a non-extradition country.
Part of the problem, other than people being jerks, is that it was in the late 80s and early 90s that trans people started to become distinct from the drag scene. If you watch Paris Is Burning, there's even a bit of a subplot about that, and somewhat later, a Dykes to Watch Out For story arc.
Thanks. I was going off a vague memory from The Fortean Times around the turn of the century.
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I remember reading that in the UK, a new slip-road went in near a major police station, and some joker got it named "Letsbe Avenue."
I tend to think anyone who isn't chill under stress must crash out of a job like that early. Thinking back, two of the calmer people I've worked around were a registered nurse ER specialist who did helicopter ambulance shifts, and a former army medic with a hitch in Afghanistan.
Could be using the disguise technique of a memorable detail combined with something that makes people steer clear and avoid eye contact. An embarrassing T-shirt does both, and unlike looking like a hobo or methhead, it won't draw police attention.
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It would be wasted on them. These scrotes do not merit the slightest nobility of sentiment. They need to step on LEGO and rakes for the rest of their time on Earth.
I can't wait to see their license plates say "The Worm-Free State".
Even once I get past the obvious pathology with these people, the question I have is how they could load all of them. I can't imagine these imbecilic gun-magpies ever thought along the lines of "OK, I'll have all the handguns in 9mm and the long arms in 5.56 NATO or 30.30." It helps me worry less.
I guess they've had some police training after all.
Their whole editorial policy seems to assume an audience filled with generalized guilt and anxiety, with the Guardian's role being to provide some notional foci for these feelings. Is your sandwich harming the Earth? Are you unwittingly torturing a remote machine you don't even understand? Oy.
"Well, I'm asking you as a person Is it a crime, is it a crime For you to fall in love with Frankenstein?" -The New York Dolls
On the one hand, yeah, that top left quadrant doesn't have much population compared to the rest. On the other hand, that's the stretch with all the Sasquatch.
As a Californian, I have to agree with previous comments: if he'd had real competition from even slightly to the left, he'd have never made it this far. Instead, it's been either Newsom or some freakish GOP vat-clone of Pete Wilson who demands we have more Jesus and hate LGBTQ+ people.
Couple of air fittings, some air line, and a small compressor, and you could have a small choir of these bastards going for hours.
As far as I know, it's one of those idioms that was long common in engineering and development, like "move fast and break things," that escaped into the larger world to be misused by imbeciles needing a clever-sounding excuse.
And there's an earworm. Good thing I like Kraftwerk.
I always liked the short fiction collections: R is for Rocket, S is for Space, The October Country. He could do so damn much in a few pages.
"And it is, it is a glorious thing To be a Pirate King!"
A whole bunch of disjoint groups with little apparent coordination, all armed, some not wearing consistent or visible identification, and with a variety of equipment? Yeah, that sounds like a spectacular free-fire fuckup just waiting to happen. I just hope no actual Washingtonians get caught in it.
If we take a line through traditional English conventions for pronunciation exemplified by Caius and Magdalen colleges, or place-names like Woolfardisworthy, I'd have to guess that it rhymes with "Gstaad."
I'm just old enough to remember when Jerry Ford took over from Nixon, and I tend to see JD as Ford 2.0: a nobody, a joke, a bumbling buffoon who sweeps up after the operatic villain has left the stage.
As a person who is not a furry, I'd like to imagine that furry discourse is formally related to fuzzy logic.
Burroughs had his snap-brim. That slot should be vacant at this point.
It's hard to strike terror with a moniker like "The Mighty Prawn," though.
Let's just bring back Knuth's Potrzebie System of Weights & Measures, and call it a day.
Any sort of even legit combined law enforcement operation is supposed to be difficult to coordinate. Guards from multiple states, plus FBI, ICE, DEA, and maybe the Post-Toasties Junior G-Men? Yeah, I think we can expect frequent clusterfuck with occasional random gunfire.
These are people who've never been in a real weight gym, I assume. Women powerlifters carry a whole lot of muscle.
Back in the day, the same kind of people could tell I was gay. Good try but not quite. The ones who can always tell can never tell.
I've always liked Spike Milligan's description of Chamberlain as "a man who did Prime Minister impressions."
The SPEAKER implies. The LISTENER infers. The DUDE abides.
There can't be too many places where he isn't hated at this point.
How long before RFK Jr. tries to get this stuff required in every home and business?
Little bunny Cthulhu Hopping through the forest...
I've also heard rumors that Nixon resigned.
I can remember standing in blazing summer sun in Arizona, somewhere around the Petrified Forest, and watching an absolute beast of a thunderstorm hammering down just a couple of miles away.
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The distraction pattern "Your ham sandwich is killing the planet" continues to adapt, I see. We need to get more people familiar with the concepts of scale and orders of magnitude.
I keep seeing this sort of thing, and thinking about the Reagan-Bush1 years. Drive-by shootings, my regular D&D game being in the US murder capital, playing the game of "fireworks or small-arms fire" on the way to a club... These tough-talking GOP dweebs would have curled up and died.
Yep. I recently found out that hyperbole is also not well received by some of Bluesky's more...earnest folks. Had to block some humorless scold last week who reminded me of a middle-school "guidance counselor."
But without the movie, what would the band Exploding White Mice have been called?
I'd hate to try and give a teenager the cultural context for Moorcock's Jerry Cornelius books, even though I discovered them as a teenager circa 1980. It's not so much of the "aged badly" you can get with Heinlein, more just the specific ambient weirdness of the 20th Century.
Sorta. Over a fixed spot on earth in an equatorial orbit, and moving at the correct speed. The version we calculated as undergrads stops there. Real-world gets a bit messier, since the Earth's gravitational field is nonuniform and there's that pesky Moon, so the Earth orbits a barycenter, and...
My longstanding suspicion is that he maintains a tan to try and cover the reddening effect from excessive use of anabolic steroids. I spent a lot of years as a weight-gym regular, and that's a pretty common sight in that environment. It may also explain the puffiness and weird voice.
In person, Lemmy was ridiculously charismatic, and he looked like nothing else on Earth.
If that gets filmed as a sequel to The Odyssey, it opens up the possibility of a further sequel about Brutus of Troy and the Matter of Britain, thanks to Geoffrey of Monmouth et al. Pretty much provides a whole new cinematic universe that could keep someone busy for years.
Gotta say, I read Cuomo's post and, being old enough to remember when SNL actually did comedy, mentally summarized it as "I'm Gumby, damn it!"
There's a lot going on in that movie, plus the dude was always a chameleon.
I did decades of martial arts to keep it all under control, thanks. In actual real life, I am fairly easygoing. Confronted with the work-product of the dimmer sort of screenwriter, however, things go south in a hurry.
Piling is one generic term for driven-in posts, if that helps.
Yeah I've had a similar problem in recent years with a lot of movies and TV where inside of twenty minutes I start wanting to kill just about every character that's spoken a line. Protagonist, antagonist, romantic interest...just gimme an axe and stand aside. It's no way to relax, certainly.
There's nothing like unexploded ordnance to stop anyone from trying to stick an exclusive resort destination on a lovely bit of nature.
I can't recall any suggestive-egg-yolk scenes since Juzo Itami's "Tampopo." Did it become a thing in the time since? I must be out of touch.
Have they tried turning a garden hose on him?
I'm guessing there's a lot of fine particles of something like titanium dioxide in that stuff. So you get the same scattering effect that happens in painting when you put translucent layers of white over a dark color and get a cold/blue shift.
I recently had that happen when I posted a vintage Hawkwind track because of the album-cover illustration. It's almost tempting to test how minimal of a representation of female partial nudity (I haven't seen them tag shirtless dudes) would trigger their Censor-Matic.
Not strongest the sense of loudest, but when I saw "Flaming Ears" at the Frameline Film Festival, some people gave up midway, but those of us who stayed seemed to be in a state of stunned bafflement for nearly the length of the movie. I've never quite seen a collective reaction like it.
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If she's smart, she might want to refuse the pardon. A lot of people want her erased, from people she could testify against to folks who just don't like short-eyes. She's probably safer in prison.
Dorm bats? Luxury! When I was at school, the main quad and a couple of libraries had to satisfy our bat needs.
They're so antiquated they have to fall back on carbon dating.
I guess hauling around all that adamantium makes him pretty sweaty.
Given the spate of freshwater* drownings here in California recently, we could do with some scarelore in these parts. *The Pacific is a whole other set of problems.
A pronouncement like this probably means that within a year, someone will roll out The Hotdog Diet, in which the hotdog is claimed as the one perfect food which leads to weight-loss, increased energy, and hair growth.
That's a brain you could emulate on a vintage 8-bit microprocessor with 16K of ROM and a cassette-tape drive.
The only thing that ever made me think about learning Esperanto was Harrison's Stainless Steel Rat Books. I always liked the fact that James Bolivar DiGriz speaks Esperanto "like a native".
Teaching AI literacy. (GenAI is wrong A LOT. And even though people tend to think it saves time, we now have randomized controlled trials that show situations where it takes *more* time even when participants self-report it's saving them time.)
The classic Nixon routine: "I can't give an answer to that that I can recall".
We just got the crap films they never updated after about 1972, where LSD would make you turn into a hippie and walk into oncoming traffic.
Gettin' all hopped up on that bootleg lutefisk.
There is currently an NWS flash flood warning in effect for all five boroughs of NYC. But no City agency has posted it on this platform. Please help spread the word. “If you live in a basement apartment or low-lying area, be ready to move to higher ground.”
That or hire a sandblasting service.
From what I have run across, permeable concrete looks better economically when you have to repave a big area like a parking lot, from scratch. Drilling is something you can do in a retrofit. The city of San Jose here has been enacting a bunch of codes around runoff lately.
As someone who works in/with tech, my longtime rule of thumb is to ask if something sounds like Agent Smith from The Matrix. Could it follow "Mister Anderson..."? It's not a good sign if it does, to be clear.
Making a series from the Heroes Die could be good, but seems like it could get meta awfully fast. The Dragaera books would be fun just to see if anyone can do a fantasy movie/show that isn't stylistically a me-too of LotR.
Reckon he and Clarkson will start a pity-party podcast about the good old days?
The legendary "mal de legume."
Check if there's a Grocery Outlet near you that has it. My local branch had a very decent price on vanilla whey a few weeks ago. It's hit-or-miss, as such things tend to be.
Dang. They really sold you some manky powder. That technique made Reagan-era health-food-store protein edible.
I've tried that, and it tastes & feels like the protein powder I could get in the 80s before whey powder. To make it less sad, you can try what we did back in the day, which is to chuck it in a blender with a banana and milk and the option of a spoonful of peanut butter as well.
Obi Wan Shinobi
Someone added a bunch of 1970s interiors, magazine images, and advertising photos? I spent a lot of my youth surrounded by the nearly ubiquitous sepia/urine/mud palette.
Looks like the shit hit the fan again
Yeah, I try to avoid conspiratorial thinking. On the other hand, part of my brain saw the news about Paxton's wife, and wondered if all the renewed talk about Epstein had caught up with him.
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Putting all the dregs in one basket.
I’m petrified about today’s science news. Genetically modifying crabs to have cheetah genes? This could go sideways fast.
I know you don't drink, but if you infuse it into rum, you could fix a chicory daiquiri, doc.
That horseshoe business is going to take some moderating in my experience.
At this point, I'm after about 40 years of unqualified dingdongs trying to push some kind of new masculinity. We had "the new sensitive man" around 1980, followed by Bly and the "Men's Movement," and it's been an endless asshole cycle since. It needs to end, and I ain't ruling out violence.
And according to Lux, the place to get snakeskin pants that go with your wighat.