While I was in Kamloops, I got to meet The Thinking Atheist, who premiered this most excellent video at the meeting.
This guy is a talented pro — I hope more atheist organizations tap into his skills (he made one of the best videos of the Reason Rally, for instance.)
(Episode CCCXXVIII: No remorse.)
Ooooh it’s so shiny in here and nobody has shat it up yet with an argument.
So I’ll start. Tpyos, Typos, or any other of the false deities you all worship is not the god of clerical errors.
TYPO is the one true Gdo of Clerical Errors and Hsi Rwath is Mihgty!
I’ve scheduled a schism for 4:30pm BST. Drinks and nibbles afterwards at mine. Please bring own holy txet for the misquoting thereof.
Louis
Let’s hear it for Pickles The Drummer The Realtor!
What?
Our Thelma has taken recently to bolting out the door whenever she gets a chance… this is especially effective when they’re coming from outside–guess she just lies in wait and hears them; you’ve got to be pretty alert to catch her from this side.
… but she only ever goes to the bottom of the step or the edge of the deck, to the nearest patch of grass, which she then proceeds to chew on until someone comes and picks her up, and brings her back in, and which she doesn’t much protest.
Now, also, re her eating grass, I know one working theory is cats probably do so to help with the whole regurgitating hairballs thing. But I’m not sure with Thelma…
See, she’s black and white, kinda patchily/unevenly so.
She’s Holstein-coloured. So I figure maybe she just thinks she’s a cow.
Louis:
*poo* *poo* *poo*
Not that kind of shat?
Audley – I just did our last name and phone number (with area code), since that number isn’t expected to change any time soon. And using our name means we could be looked up in a phone book, instead of the cat’s name, which if someone was close enough to read it, they’ve already got hold of the cat (and it’s not like she’d come if they called…).
Audley,
Look what you did on the nice clean thread! I suppose I should be used to it what with my toddler and all…
….oh you are soon to discover that poo is the centre of your life….
…but I suppose I was meaning metaphorical, emotional poo rather than literal poo.
{Puffs seriously on pipe}
{Wonders why bubbles come out}
Louis
Carlie,
Thanks. We’re not in the phone book (we don’t have land line), but I think that the tag will read:
PICKLES
Darkheart
(XXX)555-5555
Or something of that nature.
(If someone calls, I want them to be able to identify my cat, you know? Otherwise, it could be creepy.)
Audley – oh, that’s a good point, I hadn’t thought of that.
Louis:
What?
*poo* *poo* *poo*
That?
(Kind of in a poop joke mood today. I’ve taken the day off so I can wait in line at the DMV (ugh) and get prodded by my doc (ugh). Trying to inject some levity into this (ugh) morning!)
Fuck. I’m high as a kite today.
By which I mean to say that I am in dangerously ebullient and frivolous humour, not that I have ingested or otherwise consumed in some manner intoxicating substances of a euphoric nature.
It might be the chicken salad I had for lunch. The lettuce was deeply suspicious.
Louis
Yeah, my sister’s cats all have tags with their names on them.
They never ever go out, so if they do get out, it’d be a problem.
So glad Pickles is okay!
Thanks, Sally!
Rejoice! For Pickles was lost, and is found!
Yes, highers. And all the best to your SonSpawn! Fortunately, mine is of a remarkably sanguine temperament. As Mrs. KG remarked to me, if she’d just had an exam where she thought she hadn’t done too well, she’s have been utterly miserable – as would I; but not our son. Where did he get it from? Well, Mrs. KG’s brother is similar.
Anyone ever notice that the “@” atheist symbol (especially at the end of this video) looks a lot like the insignia of Starfleet? Perhaps there is a brighter future ahead of us, if only we work for it. We must boldly go where no other species has gone before…
theophontes,
Excellent. Your password to decrypt them is:
The/Tardigrade/Identity
Louis
Suspicious? Oh please, may I get a lettuce salad then? My shat-poor little CTE brain needs a little help today.
No msgs…forever thankful!
Giliell, sorry to hear about the probable Hashimoto’s; I hope you get effective treatment.
Rev. BDC, last thread: I had linked to the thing about George Tierney of Greenville, South Carolina upthread. He is truly unaware of all internet traditions. (And, yeah, FireDogLake in general and TBogg in particular don’t roll the same way we do about language. I am, shall we say, rather ambivalent about that site, but it’s a long story.)
My kitteh is microchipped. I briefly let her out during one summer a few years ago, then reconsidered for various reasons. Since then she’s bolted once, through a window that was open during removal of an A/C unit. She didn’t go far; she just wanted to lie in the grass, like AJ’s Thelma.
A religious legislator posts a biblical injunction to kill all gays. His follow-up story, and the thrust of media coverage, is that he feels threatened.
{Shouts into the Evil Atheist Conspiracy Command Horn}
Hardcore fresh “lettuce” of dubious and very suspicious nature to Rickschauer, STAT.
Your lettuce is on its way to you, sir. We here at the EAC division of LouisCorp (an Evil Corporate Entity) aim to please. Please take the time to fill in our performance card and take a brochure regarding the orgies.
Louis
More on the story about Rep. Andy Gipson’s anti-gay remarks:
I’m calling total bullshit. For one thing, I’m really fed up with the “it’s not me saying kill the gays, it’s God” excuse. And I’m totally fed up with the “yeah, I quoted God-inspired text justifying killing gay people, but I didn’t really mean it that way” excuse.
Okay, I wanted to take a picture of Pickles to celebrate her homecoming (not that I already have hundreds of pictures or anything), but she looked up at me and immediately started licking her butt. Clever girl.
I think that’s a signal that I should get off my ass and get some errands done. Ta ta!
Thank you KG! We are … um, not exactly loving this whole exam experience, to put it mildly. But hoping to survive it! I find myself constantly counting modules (done and still to go) on my fingers and trying to work out how it bodes for possible entry to 6th form.
Which uni(s) might Son like to go to – and which of the sciences is he into? (I’m assuming sciences as I remember you said he was taking Maths. Incidentally, do the grade boundaries go by absolute percentage marks, or by percentage of the cohort taking it in any one year?)
The centre cannot hold.
The fawken cannot hear the fawkener.
Things fall apart.
Return of teh prodigal kitteh ♥
In less good news, sign this petition, everyone.
Some of those people, though, really do experience agony from having a better-developed moral compass than their own god. Barb in the old dungeon was one of those.
I’m with you on that one.
Yay for the finding of Pickles!
My friends have acquired a cat that is meant to stay in at night, but as cats often will do, thinks that whichever side of the door it is on, the other side must be better, lays in wait for visitors to arrive or leave so they can bolt for it.
It does eventually come back but ideally it gets distracted at critical point. It is just important that the person distracting focuses on the cat, as it has been known to swipe/bite those who it feels are not paying full attention, and the time between ‘scritches are nice’ and ‘stop doing that now!’ can be measured in seconds at most.
Re “The Center of all Things”: cool video, but the guy lost me with the “When a long life was 30 years” (around 45 sec). Sorry, no.
Thirty was the age expectancy at birth, not the maximum duration of human life. A “long life”, in the Palaeolithic, would have been 50 or 60, sometimes more. That’s because there was a huge infant mortality, mostly due to infections, congenital anomalies… But people who reached reproductive age (around 15, which would have been considered the threshold of adulthood), could expect to live an extra 30 or 40 years, barring accidents.
/End nitpickery.
(Yeah, this is a pet peeve of mine, and an all too common cliché when talking the Ancients or Third World countries. Numbers matter, damn it.)
TAKE OFF EVERY ‘ZIG’!!
YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DOING.
MOVE ‘ZIG’.
FOR GREAT JUSTICE.
Of whom?
I am fred up with religious figures, or politicians, on the right threatening people and then getting offended that (a) people were offended and (b) people responded in kind. If I threaten someone, or some group of people, publicly, Why should I be surprised that a few people will respond with threats? The solution? Don’t threaten people.
opposablethumbs,
Engineering at Edinburgh. When I were a lad, ’twere easy to get onto a good engineering course, but that’s far from the case now. Particularly as the Scottish universities have a financial interest in taking students from other parts of the UK. Even 5 As wouldn’t be a guarantee.
I don’t know. Of course even if the latter, it could be that those taking it with him were not a fair sample.
Yeah, that really gets my george up, too.
(/More seriously: I will take such people seriously only if they can prove to me they also do not eat shellfish, do not wear textiles of mixed fabric, and if each is prepapred to prove to me he has 30 shekels of silver on hand for each and every ox he owns, so that he may pay off the owners of any slave such livestock may gore appropriately.)
… now, ‘prepapring’, of course, is a rare legal term related to the furnishing of such financial evidence.
(/Zounds! Another petard! And it brought its hoist! Where do these damned things keep coming from?)
Something to lift spirits, and hopefully more: Falcon 9 launched successfully this morning.
In a few days, SpaceX should be the first non-government capsule to dock with the ISS. Once certified, it can get astronauts into orbit more cost-effectively than any other program in existence, including the Chinese space program.
Oh, and there was a special package tucked away on board today: Doohan finally made it to space.
To Professor [name withheld for privacy].
*drinking*
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Well the idea of lip-lockin’ with Pastor Worley makes me “pukin’ sick”, but that doesn’t mean that he should be penned up like an animal until he “dies out”.
Relentlessly mocked, oh yes! And I would support “shunnning”, in the form of having nothing to do with him (easy for me, inasmuch as I don’t live anywhere near N.C.). But not drummed out of society because I find the idea of kissing (or anything else with) him icky, squicky and gross.
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Huzzah!
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Time to kill the fatted mousie?
:)
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Well, I usually recommend herbicides for peas, but I can’t think of anything that reasonably acronymises (at least, not on short notice and before noon) to HERBICIDES, so no help, there. Quarantine her as if she were a rabid Horse?
No; cut off her Web access. That should at least limit the infestation/infection.
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I did it! I came out to my two best friends, and they were both really supportive. One had to leave fairly quickly for a meeting, but I talked to the other for a while afterward. She had known for a while and wasn’t weirded out at all.
I’m still too relieved and happy to think.
@ SGBM
o_O
O_o
O_O
o-o
….. I’ll work it out….
@ Nutmeg
Conga Rat Ululations!
{calls in large helicopter to drop confetti and hugs}
Everything Comes Down To Poo
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“My name is Lettuce and I’m a suspicious bastard.”
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Nutmeg: hurrah! and *hugs*.
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*cheers*
Bloody hell.
I agree with you that in many respects our generation had it easier than the current lot.
There are so many things I hate about what has happened to the UK education system in general since I was a student, I can hardly begin to list them.
I hope he gets into Edinburgh, and that he gets into a uni he loves whether it’s Edinburgh or not. (DaughterSpawn did not get into her top choice, but (apart from one huge crisis of confidence recently) does love it where she is).
Done. I’m waiting to see if she notices.
Nutmeg, YAYYYYYY!!!!! That’s absolutely wonderful; I’m so happy for you ::dances::
Nutmeg, I’m glad that went well.
Louis
Ahhhh, the hardcore fresh, dubious and very suspicious salad was delicious, Most Gracious Sir! Could feel the love to my deepest, tinest and dirtest tau. Made me quite emotional.
~EAC Customer Satisfaction Report~
(Likert Scale: {1-10} 1=poor, 10=perfect)
Speed of Service = 10
Freshness = 10
Aroma = 10
Presentation = 10
Neuron Pleasing Qualities = 10
Tau Reduction (est.) = 2+
Overall = 10
My deepest thanks, it has been a delight being served so graciously and thoughtfully.
Now, regarding teh orgies, are they in anyway similar to these?
https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Annie-Sprinkle/305538975195 https://www.facebook.com/events/363137617066198/
If so please reserve some space for me. The wood needs some huggin’ I will attempt to contact Ms. Sprinkle and bring a friend as well! Perhaps we can get some people to play Hide the Pickle? (..if I can remember how.) All the Best, -R
Apparently, the Pickle is self-hiding.
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Heh.
Rickschauer,
Well we here at LouisCorp’s EAC division do endeavour to give excellent service.
However, I’m afraid access to your orgy web-links could not be accomplished as they are on Facebook. I mean, we’re evil, but we’re not that evil. Human sacrifice, yes. Facebook, no.
It’s about standards.
Thank you for filling in the Customer Satisfaction card so promptly and kindly. You will find your position in Teh Groop Secks with Louis Queue and the Ghey Secks with Brownian Queue (collectively known has “The Whole Sort of General Fuck Fest”) has been upgraded to “Mauve with a hint of Thursday’s Banana”. Or indeed “Ohh Mrs Simpson!”.
This can only be regarded as a Good Thing™.
Excuse me, I have to go and see a man about an albatross.
{Taps side of nose}
Know what I mean, guv’nor.
Louis
Cicely, #42,
I am just simply not that fat! How very dare you!
;-)
Louis
Hey, Louis, did you happen to leave one of the “product reviews” here? Because some of them remind me of your writing style.
(Note: Those “reviews” aren’t safe to read while eating or drinking anything.)
Ms Daisy Cutter, #46,
You monster.
I am sat in my office literally crying with laughter. Actually red faced and crying. One of my colleagues came over to see if I was dying, and is now similarly wetting herself.
I *WISH* I could write knob jokes that good!
Thank you, thank you so much! It warms the cockles of my hard, atheist heart to see the fine British sport of piss taking, moron baiting and knob jokes is going strong.
Rule Britannia!
Louis
Thanks for the congratulations, everyone. The adrenaline rush has finally worn off, and now I’m feeling like a nap would be a good idea. Too bad I have a progress report to write.
Have a *giant pile of hugs and chocolate and puppies*, all of you.
♥♥♥
On another note, TheThinkingAtheist also made the Hitchens tribute video that they attempted to play at the Reason Rally, which can be found here.
Congratulations, Nutmeg!
Nutmeg! *pounce* *hug* ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^
Wow!
…Huh. Yeah, I laughed at several of them, but most Pharyngula threads are as funny as any of these reviews to me. :-| Didn’t switch my vocal cords on.
Disclaimer: I only read the first 2 pages. 43? WTF.
Bah. Threadrupt since Thursday.
In the past few days, I have had amazing sushi (thrice) with great people (three separate sets), had amazing Indian with great people, bought $150 of yarn, paraded in the sun dressed all in white, didn’t get sunburned or even tanned in the process (big hats and SPF 50 FTW, and listened to a speech by Jane Lynch. Oh, and griped on the internet about said speech. And fangirled over it. Simultaneously.
\o/
So, what did I miss?
But people who reached reproductive age (around 15, which would have been considered the threshold of adulthood), could expect to live an extra 30 or 40 years, barring accidents.
From way up the thread but…kind of. A person who lived 15 years had a better chance of seeing 60 than one who was just born, but there were a lot of accidents and other events that could easily kill someone in between. Childbirth was extraordinarily dangerous. Minor injuries could kill either through infection or through inability to work again. Virtually any chronic illness was likely to be deadly. Fighting was actually more common then than now, despite all the romantic notions people have about the peaceful hunter gatherers. And so on.
That having been said, maximum human life expectancy is the same now as when humans first evolved. It’s just that the number of people getting within a decade or two of it before dying is increasing.
Re: life expectancy, ages ago I wrote an essay on the topic. Of course, I can’t find it now, but the spurring moment was looking at an actuarial table with someone who noted the lower rate of cancer mortality of people in developing countries. They wondered if they were “doing something right” to avoid dying of cancer. I pointed out that people in developing countries have the exact same odds of getting cancer as people in developed countries. They just have higher odds of dying of something else before getting cancer.
Giliell, previous thread:
I had my thyroid out 5 years ago (due to an acute case of Epic Thyroid Failure). If you want a friendly ear/sounding board for thyroid-related stuff, drop me a line.
Oh dear. This definitely falls into the ARRGGHH! and the headdesk categories.
Source.
Rachel Maddow provides some perspective on her blog:
http://maddowblog.msnbc.msn.com/_news/2012/05/22/11813692-and-the-winner-is?lite
David M, #51,
Oh I confess I have a weakness for humour. Almost any humour. I am something of a comedy slut, I’ll laugh at almost anything!
I really love bad jokes, just awful, groan worthy, terrible jokes. Top of my current list of terrible jokes is:
I went to the zoo the other day. It only had one animal in it. It was a dog. It was a shitzu.*
I know. I’m sorry.
Louis
* Shitzu…shit zoo. I know you get it, this is for the lurkers who don’t get English homophones.
AAAAGH. LOUIS! THAT MADE ME REFLEXIVELY RAISE THE BANHAMMER! You’d better be a little more careful.
Louis –
I suspect I speak for many when I tell you I consider it tragic that you need to take time away from here to eat, sleep, drink, care for toddler, and make love to LouisSpouse. I’m just glad you don’t take time away for work.
Obviously I don’t speak for our Tentacled Overlord.
I love the shitzu.
Q: When did the Chinese man make an appointment with his dentist?
A: 2.30.
From my kids:
Q: What mouse walks on two legs?
A: Mickey Mouse
Q: What duck walks on two legs?
A: All ducks walk on two legs.
Q: Bob’s dad has three sons; the first is Huey, the second is Louie. Who’s the third?
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I love priming!
Another:
Pluto is:
a) a planet
b) a sun
c) a star
d) a dog.
@61. None of the above. Pluto is a dwarf planet.
Are elephant jokes allowed back on TET?
(psst… Why did the elephant paint his toenails red?
So he could hide in a strawberry patch!)
I saw it was already mentioned by one person here, but:
http://www.wtsp.com/news/national/article/256113/81/Pastor-wants-to-isolate-gays-until-they-die-out
“‘I had a way… I figured a way out – a way to get rid of all the lesbians and queers – but I couldn’t get it past the Congress,’ he said.”
“‘Build a great big, large fence – 50 or a 100 miles long – and put all the lesbians in there. Fly over and drop some food. Do the same thing with the queers and the homosexuals – and have that fence electrified so they can’t get out. Feed ’em. And you know in a few years, they’ll die out. You know why? They can’t reproduce.'”
I’d hate to Godwin, but this guy REEKS of the Final Solution.
I’d hate to Godwin, but this guy REEKS of the Final Solution.
I don’t think this counts as a Godwin. You’d be hard pressed not to think of the final solution after that remark.
My mother sent me an e-mail:
“I received an emergency appeal from Catholic Relief Services, ‘the official international humanitarian agency of the Catholic community in the United States.’ Normally, I might have been fooled despite the Angel Medallion enclosed, but the Pope has told me this is not appropriate work for the Catholic church so I was not taken in. We old folks can’t be too careful.”
I can’t decide if her atheism makes this more funny or less funny.
@Rip Steakface:
Not only is it Final Solution-ish, it’s also stupid logic. I’m sure, given the choice between dying out and reproduction that any population of person – sexual orientation notwithstanding – would be willing to do so.
Gay men and lesbian women can reproduce – just not with their partners – which is how they’ve done it for years.
*bzzzzt*
The correct answer is d). You fell into the lovely trap of priming your brain to think the answer had to be astronomical.
(Why did the elephant paint his toenails black?
So he could hide in a blackberry bush.)
Pshaw. I’ve never heard of a real dog named Pluto, only a fictional one.
Actually, I’ve heard it claimed that Pluto the dog was named after Pluto the supposed planet. Makes more sense than his being named after the CEO of hell.
@ dianne:
You are right that there were a lot of opportunity for death in childbirth, by trauma, etc., so that not every adult reached 60 in prehistoric and ancient times. And life expectancy actually went down during the transition to the Neolithic, due to the increase of population density and the potential for epidemic diseases like smallpox, TB, plague and so on. The rise of early city-states also probably extended the possibilities for war.
Of course, the way statkstics work, the fact that not all who reached adulthood lived into their old age means that some people did reach a respectable age. That’s why a Bronze Age text like the Ancient Testament can put the “natural” or “God-given” numbers of years as “threescore years and ten”, I guess!
What is wrong with the world?
I picked up the local newspaper this morning to read this on front page: http://www.thewesternstar.com/Arts-Life/2012-05-22/article-2984543/City-woman-investigates-paranormal-activity
A front page ad for fricken con-artist in an otherwise good local small town newspaper. Feel free to leave a comment and let the editor know what a knob he is.
Anyway, work’s done for now. I’ll spare you the elephant jokes.
(Ahh what the heck.
Why did the elephant paint his toenails purple?
Because they matched his purse.)
Louis:
Huh. You said “hard.”
But I’m glad I could give you some serious laughs. Seems like you’ve been in need of them the last week or so.
David:
Because several hundred guys had to get in on the fun. I mean, consider the Abortionplex. It used to be confined to Topeka, KS, but it’s a franchise now, because Yelp writers wanted to write about the ‘Plexes in their own cities.
Lynna:
They should be bronze representations of something like this.
Kitty:
Q. Why did the elephant paint his balls red?
A. So he could hide in the apple tree.
Also:
Q. What does an elephant use for a tampon?
A. A sheep.
Q. Why do elephants have trunks?
A. Sheep don’t have strings.
Jesus, what a fail-fest this post and its thread are. WON’T SOMEBODY THINK ABOUT TEH POOR AWKWARD MENZ?!?! Yet the burden of “calling out” inappropriate behavior is still on the women, despite JT admitting to knowing the penalties women can incur for same.
Oh, and don’t miss John Horstman straight-splaining to Josh that it’s totally not offensive when straight people of the same sex pretend to be GLB and flirt with one another. Or him and Shaunphilly derailing the conversation to insist that assuming a wedding ring means monogamy is “oppression” of poly people. Or various menz whining about how haaaaarrrrrrd it is to read body language, because a woman who’s glaring at you with her arms crossed might just be cold, and the poor d00d might lose a prime flirting opportunity!
The Konzentrationslager bloke apparently thinks LGBT people are differentiated from “straight” people by genes or something.
Or maybe he thinks people choose to be gay when they see other gay people who dress well/ fulfil some other gay stereotype.
If he was not so creepy he would be funny.
Here is a potential goldmine for Jon Stewart.
BTW Pluto started off as a minor god and ended up as a minor planet. And don’t get me started on coproliths. They are crappy fossils.
Hence why I, and most of us, have more than an average number of legs.
Daisy Cutter, I am trying. The nested comments have me bewildered, so it takes a bit to sift and reply.
About cat collars: the one essential is probably your phone number. Addresses are also good. I just have my home phone number and the name of the cat.
Bereavement, sort of. http://www.smbc-comics.com/index.php?db=comics&id=2617#comic
Dhorvath, yeah, I don’t like FTB comment nesting. I don’t have a problem with nested comments in general, but here they’re fugly and they limit your ability to reply.
Daisy Cutter, I can barely function here, the nesting crumbles my reading comprehension.
Have you ever seen an elephant in an apple tree? No? See how well it works!
Esteleth
Thanks. At the moment I’m still between hoping that the diagnosis and treatment will improve my health, since I’m definetly suffering from some of the symptoms, but I’m also really freaked out about this chronically ill with life-long medication thing. And looking at my sister doesn’t exactly help.
It’s a YMMV thing, but I think LiveJournal, Dreamwidth, and websites with similar code do nesting well, for the most part. Conversations are collapsed after a certain number of comments and must be manually expanded. Of course, when internet connections are slow, getting everything expanded can be extremely frustrating, and if the discussion gets deep enough you still run into problems with indentation.
@ philliphector #14
Have you seen buildtheenterprise.org ?
Why do elephants where tennies?
Because elevnies are too big, and ninesies are too small.
How can you tell where an elephant has been?
By the stickers on his trunk.
Q: How do you notice that there was an elephant in your fridge:
A: By the tracks in the butter.
Q: How do you fit two elephants into your fridge?
A: Open the door, put in the elephants, close door.
Q: How do you fit two giraffes into your fridge?
A: Open the door, take out the elephants, put in the giraffes, close door.
Huzzah! I have started a trend!
What is the difference between an elephant and a grape?
An elephant is grey.
Hmm… can I save falafel mixture? It’s basically just garbanzo beans, carrots, and spices… I only need to make one falafel tonight so I can save the rest for later…
Q. How do you hunt a blue elephant?
A. With a blue elephant gun.
Q. How do you hunt a yellow elephant?
A. With a yellow elephant gun.
Q. How do you hunt a red elephant?
A. Hold its nose until it turns blue, then shoot it with a blue elephant gun.
I knew an elephant joke once, but I forgot it.
Louis@44
First, my deepest apologies for providing a link either above -or – below your level of evil. It was totally unintended and must be a new symptom of my pitiful neural folds as they work diligently to sort things out on a daily basis.
I’m hoping to hear back soon from Boston U, Center for the Study of CTE, soon and will query or is that queery them on this disturbing new development. Ms. Sprinkle is, however, a very accomplished orgy’ist and has a home here as well but I warn it may be NSFO – if not working in an afterhours house of delighful women.
Two, sincere thanks for the kind offer and clarifications regarding teh orgy. I’ll report back on which side of the fence I prefer later but wish you to know these things are getting a little dicey these days as the folding machine in my head is gyrating wildly so I may need reservations for both queues…hope it’s not a problem.
Three, your assessment of
Ms. Daisy Cutter, Gynofascist in a Spiffy Hugo Boss Uniform is spot-on.
In my darkness*, I witnessed a blinding ray of light so intense from that link of hers I nearly passed-out which is not a good thing for me to do as I’ve had a number of unintended unconscious moments pretending I’m Lindsey Vonn’s boyfriend and need no more.
Finally, grab me an albatross or two if you’ve the time and a dime…please be sure it is nice and shiny. It may clear may nasal passages and blow my frontal cortex away in a manner more preferable than Junior Seau’s old gun I’m eyeing up in the corner.
*made mush better today by the incredible theraputic qualities here!
Ah Louis, Louis. The shitzu joke is a firm favourite of mine, and can be spun out to remarkable lengths.
Perhaps you are familiar with the rabbit who walked into a bar? Hopped onto a stool, and ordered a half of lager, and a cheese and tomato toasted sandwich. (It must have been one of those gastro-pubs.)Surprised at the peculiarity of having a lagomorph customer, the bartender nonetheless maintained her composure and filled the order.
Over several weeks, the rabbit frequented the establishment, always enjoying the same lager and the cheese and tomato toastie. One evening, he threw caution to the wind and decided on the cheese and onion.
He wasn’t seen for weeks afterward. The bartender mourned the loss of a rabbit she had come to regard as a friend. Closing up one evening, she saw his ghostly apparition seated o his old bar stool. “Whatever became of you?” she exclaimed.
“I was a fool” he replied. “It was mixing my toasties.”
@amblebury:
What does it meeeeean!!?
Q: Why do ducks have large, webbed feet?
A: To stamp out forest fires.
Q: Why do elephants have large, flat feet?
A: To stamp out burning ducks.
AJ,
So that’s how pate is made.
Threadrupt.
My cats are indoor cats too. I love http://www.boomerangtags.com. On the back side I use two of the available lines to put “if I’m outside, I’m lost!”
A few of mine are chipped as well but like Katherine said, not everyone knows to check for chips. And if Gourd forbid the worst happens, a chip will not necessarily prevent someone from throwing the body out with the trash, and me never to know what happened.
(A neighbor actually did throw out the body of one of my favorite cats with his trash. I don’t blame him. The cat had gotten out, slipped his collar and gotten hit by a car in the span of a few hours as best we could figure out. The neighbor found the body and had no way of knowing whether it was a stray or what. When Misterc went door to door to tell everyone we had lost a cat, Neighbor immediately put two and two together and went and got the body for us to bury.)
This is from a Bar Harbor Times edition from back in January:
Bravo!
Fixed that one for you.
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When I was in third grade, I ordered a book from Junior Scholastic. The book was The Complete Book of Elephant Jokes. It was not actually complete (the sheep joke, for instance, was not in there (nor would I have understood it)). One week after recieving the book, my father took me aside and explained that if I told more than one elephant joke per week he would no longer stop my sisters from pounding the crap out of me.
A: To stamp out burning ducks.
And I have no idea how I managed to drop the flaming ducks down to the bottom of my comment.
You must have stomped hard.
Okay, that was a pretty tasty falafel.
Beats awful falafel.
Gah!
Scienceblogs has changed over!
*shock* *horror*
All the comments are GONE!
Tetrapod Zoology posts are naked and empty.
Pharyngula comments are no more.
Woe! Woe! Woe!
Did anyone take a backup?
The lion, king of the jungle, called a meeting of all of the animals, and sent the elephants to tell everyone about it. Who were the only ones who didn’t show up?
The giraffes. They were stuck in the refrigerator.
@Owlmirror:
Ohnoes. My evidence of being a dorky stupid are gone
This is the internet. Don’t worry, nothing disappears.
Dood. How are we going to have cage fights over seniority if there are no comment archives to prove how long we’ve been nattering about?
@Carlie:
I’ve been on the blog since 1971! I’m clearly the superiorest! Look back at the blog archives, no wait you can’t, therefore I win.
Threadrupt, but…
Giliell, I have Hashimoto’s! Let me know if you want to get in touch, I might be able to give you a pointer or two.
This means my fire stories are gone. Can I start repeating on myself?
Damn. That means I have to still try to remember which stories I have told.
I’ve been on it since 1966! So there!
Don’t make me pull out the antediluvian time line of my residence.
Strange eons I tell you, strange eons.
@Oggy:
I meant 1971… BC o.o
This I shall not pass without linking two of my favourite songs by that beast that used to be Metallica.
The Call of Ktulu
The Thing that SHould Not Be
Mixing my toasties —-> myxomatosis
Sorry! It works well when spoken, and I didn’t want to do the patronising “explain the joke” thing.
It’s a fine line between not wanting to irritate people by giving them information they can figure out themselves, and irritating them by making them go, “Buh?”
Too tricksy, I say.
And it probably should read, “It was mixing my toasties” too.
Oh yeah? Back when I got on this blog, we had to walk uphill both ways to generate enough electricity to type out our comments, and we had to do it all in
binarymorse codeby passenger pigeon.Yeah? You were lucky to have pigeons. I had to make do with a maniraptoran theropod. And I can still only count to nineteen!
Wait.
There are recent comments on the sidebar — except that there’s only one per thread (in the sidebar), mostly responding to some previous, and now absent, comment.
Two comments in the sidebar are SPAM.
WTF?
I hope it was some combination of two fingers or toes you lost…
YES.
I hate how many sites — including the new Sb — color comments as fucking light gray.
Who thought that was a good idea? WordPress?
Fuck WordPress.
kristenc, your story @98 gave me chills.
At the end of March, one of our cats got out. She was ancient (21) and had various medical issues though she still seemed to have her mental faculties and grumpy-but-lovable personality intact. She also had never been inclined to go outdoors, so we didn’t bother with a collar. But that night my husband had the back door open a lot. She was lying on my chest, then got up and walked away, and we haven’t seen her since. (We just about turned the house upside down and she’s not in here.)
The obvious thought is that she wandered off to be alone for the end, probably to the overgrown area out back (too overgrown to search). But now I’ve got this awful mental image.
:-(
(I’m sorry, I don’t mean to keep only posting about deaths. We’ve actually managed to not have any of our family or friends pass away for a couple of weeks now.)
Grammar snark is funnier when the snarker has a good grasp of grammar.
That is all.
PZ Ngmjrz, #58,
Did you just threaten me with banning for a bad joke?
I’m so proud I could cry!
Louis
ImaginesABeach, #59,
Very kind of you to say so. I do take time away from Pharyngula to work, but there are certain types of paperwork I have to do that my over active procrastination gland has yet to fully be combated upon. The gland, it exudes procrastinatin (the hormone of slackness) all over the paper work and suddenly the internet is magic!
I will confess to a certain degree of sleep deprivation and caffeine power today though. Plus I was available for a really well timed moron on The Great Renovation thread. I’m normally awake whilst America is still asleep, and in bed as you American night owls get active! So I front loaded a lot of Pharyngulatory fun today.
Which reminds me, paper work is all done, it’s 2 am, my reactions are on over night, my fume cupboard is insanely clean, I’m still ahead on the reactions per week and project progress leader board I set up for the team. Therefore I can go to bed with a relatively clean conscience. I’ve only managed to neglect my wife and child tonight, but it’s not like they’re important or anything… ;-)
Louis
Oh yeah? I’m a 5,000-year-old dragon and I’ve been on this blog since the Bronze Age!
Louis: Just looked up myxomatosis. Ew.
Toasties, however, are quite yummy.
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Just narrowly avoided disaster. Spilled soy milk on my keyboard earlier. Aside from unplugging it, turning it over to let the liquid drain out and sopping up what I could with toilet paper, I found a tip about using isopropyl alcohol (yes, this was after I’d cleaned the board as best as I could with the paper). I think the preferred is something higher than the 70% we have in the house, but it seems to have done the trick. No keys are sticking, no missed keystrokes, nothing like that. Whew! Wish I’d known this back when I had a laptop, might’ve saved me some trouble.
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Nutmeg: WHOO HOO! *confetti and cookies*
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Gillel: I hope it’s not Hashimoto’s. On the upside, at least that’s treatable (although, I’m willing to bet, pricey).
Owlmirror:
It was all the “fucks” wasn’t it? NatGeo just couldn’t handle the parade of fucks.
Damn, that was fun.
Yes: http://wayback.archive.org/web/*/http://scienceblogs.com/pharyngula/
But: “It generally takes 6 months or more (up to 24 months) for pages to appear in the Wayback Machine after they are collected, because of delays in transferring material to long-term storage and indexing, or the requirements of our collection partners.”
Currently there’s nothing more recent than July 27.
God fucking dammit. I needed one of my comments from elevatorgate.
I told my GirlChild the flaming duck joke. She told me there is nothing funny about setting wildlife on fire.
So I told her that one of the regulars here is an NPS Park Ranger who puts out forest fires, and she said, “please tell me he doesn’t have a helper duck.”
Have I missed a fire story with a helper duck?
A parade of fucks? (per #130) Now that I’d pay to see.
I meant to say before: Nutmeg, glad your coming out went so well. It’s so nice to hear some good news for a change. :-)
Yeah, that’s racist.
I’m actually mildly puzzled/surprised because I never heard that joke with a nationality in it before. It was “When is it time to go to the dentist? 2:30!” And I’m not Asian and pass for white, so it wasn’t that people were eliding a nationality reference around me either.
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I choked on my iced coffee today in class, spent some time coughing, and now my throat really hurts. I don’t know if these things are related or what.
They can be, yeah… either from a throat spasm due to choking, or from abruptly coughing so hard that various folds get stressed. (Or from a sharp bit of ice leaving a scratch.)
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More threadrupt than usual… hope everyone and their companion animals and/or art projects are well.
*holding nose and jumping out window*
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To stamp out flaming elephants.
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Oh crap, LDTR, I’m sorry. I felt like it was tactful enough to tell that story here since we knew that Pickles was okay, but I forgot that other people have probably lost cats. I hope it wasn’t too upsetting for anyone.
It absolutely gutted me. As I say, he was one of my favorite cats — when he was a young kitten I had rescued him from a dog kennel in the scorching sun at a yard sale (!), underweight and covered in fleas, and as far as he was concerned I was a goddess. So quite apart from the grief of his death I felt like I had really let him down.
Giliell, I’m sorry about your thyroid. I hope your treatment goes well.
Well hello again.
Threadrupt. Again.
Giliell: Ouch. I have the privilege in having my body in good working order. My sympathies.
And of course, the necessary moral panic. Rampant sexism within my building– maybe a minor slap on the wrist, some “stop that”, and everything comes back to normal. Voicing any concerns gets me an expression of concern (and some derision from my classmates), but hardly anything gets done. But when it’s potty-mouth language– suddenly THAT’s a grave offense. *rage*.
Will people grow out of double standards with this?
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Yes. BUT THE MORAL PANIC!!!
CC, the Google Cache is still working, and probably will be for a couple more days (but go and get the threads you want and save them to your hard drive just in case).
Hmmmmmmm. Google Cache seems to not have the “Always name names” thread. Haven’t checked for the others.
Luckily there is also Bing Cache.
(Seems you have to have Javascript turned on to make Bing’s dropdown link show up.)
kristenc @139: no worries. And sympathies to you as well. What a terrible thing to happen.
I’m really 99.99% sure that our old cat is under a bush somewhere. We have no nearby neighbors who I can picture doing such a thing, intentionally or not. It was just one of those terrible “what if” flashes that make no sense when you think them out.
Sorry, kristinc, I remember thinking I was going to spell your nym right this time, and I went and did it the same way as before. :-P
SG, thank you! I saved them as .htm files. That works, right?
Probably, unless Bing is using frames.
You can take the .htm files and open them up in Notepad, scroll halfway through and see if you find the text of comments. If so then you’re good.
Umm…
(Hold up hand, looking slightly embarrassed…)
I totally didn’t get the 2:30 == ‘tooth hurty’ thing.
But, umm, also, seriously, in my defense?
Whoinhell really says ‘tooth hurty’? How am I even supposed to get that?
Also a bit alarming: I was assuming, based on this apparently completely missing it that ‘2:30’ was just a totally random answer, and this was the point. As in: how would you know? Why would you know? What kind of a stupid question is this? So. Fine. 2:30. Whatever. There. Happy?
(/Stranger still, I guess I should probably also be grateful, in retrospect. As, oddly enough, I actually did kinda find it funny, read it that way.)
Yay! Looks right.
Someone grab all the endless threads, please!
My instructor looked over my second paper today and said “PLEASE be an English major.” :D
Whoo! These big n easy bottle brew things are awesome! I’m gonna buy as many as I can now! They should be ready as soon as I run out of money, so it works out!
@ Gilliel
*hugs*
@ birger
No…. he started off just like Zeus/Jove and Poseidon/Neptune, but drew the wrong straw. (Pluto/Hades drew lots with his brothers for determining their realms.)
@ Kitty
Oy Vey!
What goes: greyyellowgreyyellowgreyyellowgreyyellowgreyyellowgreyyellowgreyyellowgreyyellowgreyyellowgreyyellow…?
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(An elephant rolling down a hill with a daisy in its mouth :)
@ life is like a pitbull with lipstick ॐ
I managed to open the first part, but not the second. I got :
(I don’t want to trouble you too much. I’ll be travelling for the next few days as it is.)
Weed Monkey, I transgressed, surely at least one should have accompanied my comment.
I freaking love yogurt raisins. Yes, they’re probably way bad for me, but at least eating them in my my trail mixish things induces me to eat other dried fruits and nuts. And I love them.
I do.
That’s all.
Share?
Good morning
Thanx everybody for the kind words
Sally
Thank you. I’ll have a chit chat with sister who has it, too.
Yay, nutmeg
theophontes,
One of us will feel like a fool after I say this (probably it’ll be me), but they’re just one “file” split in two. So first they should be placed in the same folder, and then if you start to unzip the .7z.001 it should automatically hook the other one and work seamlessly.
If that was a silly thing for me to say, then give me the md5 hashes of them both so I check whether it was google, hotmail or me that fucked up.
Since I’m pretty sure that was a silly thing to say, can you download this file? http://cdn.anonfiles.com/1337759394639.zip
If so, I might just upload it there as one file, be a lumper not a splitter.
thunk
Sadly, no.
Dunno if folks have heard of this :
http://www.smh.com.au/opinion/political-news/wongs-affirmation-of-gay-families-a-watershed-20120518-1yv89.html
Exchange on the Aussie Tv show Q&A yet.
Figure some here will be interested?
@ life is like a pitbull with lipstick ॐ
MEA CULPA!
Up and running. {does little eight legged dance} I can now connect to farcebook (which is definitely in these parts).
This is what made the penny drop.
{invokes large number of icy cold beers into ॐ’s fridge}
It’s tragic, but sick cats do wander. I suppose the consolation is that they’re dying in the way they choose. (Bloody daft Plummet ran off for several days, and missed out on all the painkillers, milk and meat that I had planned to make his last days happy. When a neighbour found him, he was so far gone it was the end.)
Elephants:
Q. What did Tarzan say when he saw a herd of elephants coming over the hill?
A. Swim for your lives!!!
@ 70. dianne :
There’s good strory behind the name of planet Pluto (& yes dwraf planets are planets too in my book.) From here :
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pluto#Name
Plus see also here :
http://blogs.discovermagazine.com/badastronomy/2009/05/08/venetia-phair-the-woman-names-pluto-has-died/
via the Bad Astronomy blog.
@34. Nutmeg : Congratulations! Glad it went well for you.
[eavesdropping]
ॐ, you did good.
(happy tardigrades are cute)
PS, ॐ, I appreciate your encouragement to use RequestPolicy.
(I’m very happy with it)
@ John
Indeed! Teh pitbull is frikkin’ amazing.
{calls up another music video on youtube (youtube!!!) and starts ululating to the sounds of cyberfreedom}
So this is what it feels like to stop banging one’s head against a wall!
Pretty much responsible for the Wiki, too.
(Been a while since I’ve coded anything, but I think I could reach some basic competence quickly with some minor mentoring. I have a knack.)
Urgh, what a day.
Had to drag a kicking, screaming and and crying kid to kindergarten.
Why was she kicking, screaming and crying?
Because she was only wearing a T-shirt and her undies.
Why was she only wearing T-shirt and undies?
Because that was all she managed to put on in one solid hour which meant that we were already running 30 minutes late.
I suspect she’ll get dressed more quickly tomorrow…
Giliell, you may argh, but know that you have undertaken a task I’ve (successfully) avoided because I feared the responsibility.
Kudos.
Nutmeg @34:
That is great!
I’m glad they responded in a supportive fashion. Coming out is difficult for a lot of people and support can be vital.
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Cipher:
You must not have heard…scientists recently discovered that raisins are evil. Apparently they’re satan spawn and as such should not be consumed by any humans. Due to my advanced intellect, I was able to reach this conclusion at the age of 10 when I felt an incredible rush of evil come over me after eating a bowl of oatmeal topped with…raisins. The consumption of raisins led me to perform evil acts like throwing communion wafers to ducks, making paper airplanes out of pages of the Bible, and tweaking He-Man’s mantra into “I haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaave the power…of Xenu”. The evil took some time to dispel. I had to consume a special batch of brownies every day for two weeks.
Other ‘thou shall not eat’ food include brussel sprouts, mushrooms (the magic ones are an exception as they provide a certain stimulus), tomatoes (they may be used however, when you chant an incantation above them that reduces them to chunks, dices, paste or sauce), sauerkraut, chitterlings (dear mom and dad: I think I still smell them on my clothes 20 years later), and liver (among the first on the list).
Dangling on the fence between ‘eat/not eat’ are spam and ramen noodles (both of which have been sitting on the fence since I built it, shortly after God created humans for the second time in Genesis…so I’m oldest)
I’m sure someone here knows.
What’s the name of those boxes they pin bugs into for etymological display?
@theophontes:
I giggled :3
Katherine I’m pretty sure they are just called entomology display cases or insect display cases
http://www.carolina.com/product/preserved+organisms/insect+mounting+supplies/insect+display+case,+8+x+12+in.do?sortby=ourPicks
I’ve only heard them called display boxes, nothing fancy.
Kay, thanks. I thought I heard them being called something else and it was bothering me. Not for any particular reason just “I wonder what they’re called.”
Stupid brain.
Avaaz petition calling on UK authorities to crack down on FGM
http://www.avaaz.org/en/petition/Stop_female_genital_mutilation_in_the_UK/?cl=1821570641&v=14523
Good morning, Horde!
Today is going to be a good day. How do I know this? ‘Cos I’m wearing my Batman shirt at work.
I am the Bat.
Hadley Freeman writing about Alain de Botton writing about porn. Don’t expect much insight: this is Hadders in her entertaining snark mode. I laughed at For those who believe that philosophy is, by and large, little more than stating the obvious with extra jazz hands, De Botton’s porn manifesto will not persuade them otherwise.
Audley, does that mean that you’re advertising to everyone at work that you’re prepared for anything? In my workplace, that would be unwise.
Moggie,
I’m the person who takes care of all of the emergencies in my office, anyway, so it’s not a big deal to advertise that fact.
I feel like it’s my “gettin’ shit done” look. :)
Audley,
Christian Bale, or Adam West?
Good morning. Happy Monday.
Sometimes I like wearing a uniform. Other times I get jealous. I can’t wear a batman shirt to work.
And according to the innerrent word of gods, you are a bird.
Moggie,
Christian Bale. I have an extremely low tolerance for camp.
Well, camp can be really intents.
Oggie,
Yeah, my job is really relaxed about dress code. Normally, management and sales staff are expected to wear polo shirts with the company logo, but since I don’t fit in my old shirts, I can wear whatever the hell I want, just like everyone else in my office. :)
I am the
BirdBat.Threadrupt as well…but,
With the not so imminent immolation of all things unseemly at SB, I have peaked at the thread-which-shall-not-be-named*. Moses-jumped-bacK, it’s all about us. Seriously. It reminds me of what must have passed for conversation as General Zod, Ursa, and Non hurtled through the Phantom Zone, congratulating each other on their superior lot and what a complete yutz Superman is.
*I hadn’t given it a thought since last summer’s puke-fest, but the fucker is going strong.
Og: Ha.
Well I was going to say that but Antiochus Epiphanes got in first :)
Ogvorbis,
Yeah, that was. Intents that is.
Oh dear, I’m reading through the JT Flirting fuck-up and the amount of “but body language and subtle clues are sooo hard, there’s nothing universal about them you have to risk me being an asshole who kicks in your teeth and tell me out straight” is, as usually, disgusting.
…So if Jove and Neptune “accidentally” fell off the mountain where the gods live, Pluto would become the Head Biggie? Considering how the gods normally acted (cannibalism, murder, rape) Jove and Neptune must have been afraid of ever turning their backs to Pluto.
BTW I have just ordered a second-hand copy of “That Darn Squid God” from Amazon.
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“Study shows how to keep a Mars tumbleweed rover moving on rocky terrain” http://phys.org/news/2012-05-mars-tumbleweed-rover-rocky-terrain.html
So if you want to learn about Mars, the answer is blowing in the wind?
Giliell: Yes. Between that, the hetsplaining, and the whining from JT and others when told they’re not acting like allies, the whole thing is a massive fucking failpile.
I was never impressed by JT, and this certainly doesn’t improve my opinion of him.
Moggie: Alain de Botton, trying to redefine porn for all us lesser beings? Given that his career consists of strenuous public wanking, why not.
From the Register article to which Freeman links:
FFS. You know, I’m fine with trying to make porn more ethical, but people who want all of it to be “high-minded” are as tedious as the school of feminists who want all of it to be strenuously equal. There’s much to be said for sex as a “grubby thrill.”
He had this to say in his recent Q&A with the Guardian:
In other words, even porn or erotica that causes no objective harm to anyone else must be “cleaned up” because otherwise Rick Warden will go around fucking barnyard animals, and those of us who get off on low-minded consensual scenarios will be to blame.
Also, as a sufferer of clinical-level anxiety, I suggest de Botton go fuck himself and post the video to his new site.
The rest of the Q&A is also revealing. One woman challenges him on his use of a universal male pronoun and the word “mankind.” Another woman asks him if he’s given any thoughts to non-heterosexuality. He ducks the questions. A man asks him why some people suffer from sexual shyness, and de Botton asserts that No, you pretentious asshat, respectful reticence isn’t shyness.
I rather like this:
The response:
AE: that particular set of italics is making appearances in the conference-harassment threads too. (I could go find a link if anyone cares.)
AHAHAHAHA!!!
I am beginning to find de Botton more than a little irritating.
So, Alain de Botton is desperately looking for a way to enjoy sex and porn without coming off as one of us lesser being who do icky things
Anyone seen this yet?
New York Republicans want to ban anonymous online speech on all Web sites hosted within the state of New York, unless the anonymous commenter applies their real name, address, e-mail, and IP address to the post.
Oh, as a second thought: de Botton should just take a leave out of Sgt. -Colon’s book: It’s OK if there’s a plinth or an urn
Disgusting. The only people protected by that, don’t need the added safety.
Kat,
*sigh* I’m not surprised that the NY lege is trying to ban anonymous speech– they refuse to pass any sort of comprehensive ethics reform bill, yet they whine endlessly about being criticized ‘cos they’re really fucking corrupt. They do not want to be held accountable for their actions and it appears that they don’t care who knows it anymore.
And who knows what
Prince AndrewGov Cuomo will do with a bill like that? My gut says that he would sign it. All that a New Yorker can hope for is the usual Albany political gridlock keeping this bill from being passed.I have a fever.
I’m slightly delirious and none of this thread makes sense.
Except yay Pickles!
and
Q: How did Tarzan die?
A: Picking apples.
rotflmao and also very likely.
And on a slightly tangential note, John Berger in Ways of Seeing
A small, evil part of me would like to see the NY State legislation pass just so that Anonymous can have a field day with the likes of Jim Conte and Tom O’Mara.
(And, yeah, I realize that Anonymous is, er, problematic too. The archetype of Chaotic Neutral.)
@opposablethumbs :
Plus in art history from what I vaguely recall a broken mirror = a non-virgin for that extra dose of slut-shamin’ creepy.
Good quote, so true.
You know that two-faced, (possibly three-faced), jowly sack of mendaciousness, Mitch McConnell? Well, said Old White Guy of very little brain has started his reelection campaign 30 months before his seat comes up for a vote. Conclusions: he is running scared, and he wants to negatively affect Obama’s reputation by paying to have McConnell lies repeated (blechh).
Source for quotes below: Link
Daisy,
I hadn’t thought about that. It would be so fucking gratifying to see NYS GOoPers getting fucked over for once.
How is this even possible to enforce, though? The bill wouldn’t stop me from anonymously calling Conte a fuckface in a public forum like this, so what’s to stop bloggers and news sources and whatnot from just moving their shit to out of state servers?
Chigau:
:(
Yay, Pickles! She does appear to have one injury– at some point (probably falling out of the window) she scraped her knee. We checked it (no inflammation or imbedded gravel or anything) and gently cleaned it and it seems like it’s not bothering her at all.
She’s been super affectionate lately, too. :)
*Phew*
Future candidates can inhale freely now.
Free at last! Thank Cod Alnighty, our free atlas!
Unless it’s something good.
What if a liberal smoked pot in high school? Would voters think that was important? I am so fucking fred up with IOKIYAR!
And I have no idea where the ‘r’ is coming from when I try to type ‘fed.’
All hail Tpyos!
Poor fred.
Unless fred belongs to the NYS lege, then he prolly deserves to be fucked up.
Men move into women’s jobs, even though there are no high-paying women’s jobs
That’s the title, but here’s the kicker:
Over the year or so I’ve been here, I’ve gotten fairly good at mentally decoding the various acronyms that fly around.
But this one has me completely bewildered.
TLC:
It’s OK if you are Republican/you’re a Republican.
E.G, the GOP free pass.
TLC:
IOKIYAR: It’s OK If You Are Republican.
Richard and Ogvorbis: Ah, thank you. That makes sense.
BLAUUUGHHHHH I just caught a glimpse of my cat’s ear over the top of the armoire, and thought for a split second that it was the biggest spider ever climbing across my wall. Stop that, brain!
Drat, PZ is in Cologne, there’s an amount of other Pharyngulites on their way and I’m stuck a mere 3 hours drive away from them :(
Giliell:
Three hours? Bah, I could spend that driving to the other side of Los Angeles if it’s rush hour :P
(No way you can get there, huh? I assume other responsibilities are acting as preventatives. :( )
Yargh. Arguing with a theist on YouTube is like pulling your own teeth. Painful and pointless.
I’m not on the train yet.
But just to rub it in: I’ll be spending two days in Berlin with the Marjanović as well.
Guess what? If you’re a woman and you don’t think JT is being your ally with his “what about teh awkward menz?!” post, you’re obviously not rational enough to work such a problem out for yourself. (Scroll down for that li’l gem.)
Thanks for showing your hand, JT. You’re yet another FTB blogger I can safely disregard as primarily interested in his image as an ally.
(Oh, and who else is surprised that Ace of Sevens is being a clueless shitbrick throughout that thread, too?)
Richard Austin, my TWS compelled me to check out the comment thread no that dK diary.
And that dipshit is going into social work. FSM help his “clients.”
Another idiot is quoting the Atlantic‘s whiny “The End of Men” article. Baawww, teh poor white menz have to lower themselves and take service jobs, like they’re women or PoC or something!
Ms. Daisy,
Yeah, kos is not immune to the derp, unfortunately; TPM does slightly better, but I think that’s because they’re linked to real names (FB) for comments now. But at least it’s generally limited to the comments and not the articles (even the diaries, at least those that get noticed, are often pretty privilege-aware).
But JT is an ally, he says so so it must be true. Gah! I thought I was getting somewhere, now I see I was just spinning wheels.
Richard Austin
Well, only if I make the trip there and back again between 9am and 3 pm tomorrow. With a toddler in tow. Or between 12:30 and 4pm on Friday. Not realistic options, I’m afraid.
Sili
well, my hope is that some day I#ll make it to my relatives in berlin and then force DDMFM to show the kids all the dinosaurs :)
dK has gotten better over the years, but the problem is that it’s not a progressive site. It’s not even a liberal site. It’s a Democratic site. Big difference. Lots of “centrists” there, even some conservatives.
Also, it reflects its founder. Markos fails a lot on issues of privilege.
Gay comic book characters wed, CNN writes about it, comments freak out.
opposablethumbs:
Why?
Maybe it’s just easier for people to deal with superficial problems. I shouldn’t hold my breath.
@230, Rev BDC, quoting some other asshat
“BUT I WILL NEVER LOOK UP AT HEAVEN AND TELL GOD HE HAS MADE A MISTAKE IN HIS ORIGINAL INTENTION FOR THE HUMAN RACE.”
So shut the fuck up, you whiny fundie. We don’t want to hear it either.
FFS. Sounds like the Time Cube guy.
Not caught up. Just saying that my and Sili’s accommodation woes came to an end tonight; I booked what seems to have been the last affordable double room in the city. While it’s not close to the conference venue, it’s right next to a subway station. :-) And it’s hardly more expensive than a hostel room. :-)
Yesssssss!!! All the dinosaurs!!! ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^
You’d probably like to come when Jules is here: after July 8th. That should further increase the squeeing over dinosaurs. ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^ ^_^
That was some major herpaderp, Rev. Jebus.
Went to a fascinating seminar today. Speaker talked about developing a microarray of genes for zebrafish development. Called the microarray “fish n’ chips.” I laughed.
*Jurassic Park theme*
Only if he ever inhaled.
*sound of mass headdesking in the distance*
Google Doodle is teh awesomes today.
MOOG
Ms. Daisy Cutter:
Sigh.
At first, I thought he was awesome. But now… no. NO. That’s epic fail.
(Yes– I have major problems with social skills to. But I try to listen to people who point out that I’m wrong. I often screw up, though).
As I’ve said on SciAm Tet Zoo, the entire slimepit has been ported. (It’s paginated now.) Go look it up if you dare.
Someone also said that very old Pharyngula posts have their comments.
I conclude that Sb comments are being ported one blog at a time, starting with the smallest (and/or slimiest), over several days.
Do they have internet?
Fuck, I should have turned the <b> tag off.
Yes, Sili, there’s free WLAN, and breakfast is included, too.
I’ll read that JT post later.
I really hate the variant of “but socially awkward men can’t tell!” that is “butbutbut ASPERGER’S!”
Speaking as someone who HAS an autism spectrum disorder, the idea that people with ASDs are unfeeling and social inept really pisses me off. Because seriously.
If they can wrestle the greased pig, it should be no problem moving the shaggy dog as well.
Damn,
I’ll have to bring work, then.
Seconded. For me and Boy.
Speaking of pr0n, I just received a story commission (a ‘lemon’ the kids call it for some reason), based on picture I’d also commissioned.
It’s been a long time since I last read fanfiction, but this pleased me much. The characterisation was just as a wanted (even if 90% of the fandom would want to slit my throat for it).
Life is good.
David
You’re actually tempting me.
#1’s kindergarten is closed anyway at that time and we won’t be on holiday yet. How long’s Jules staying? Won’t make it the week after the 9th (I’m having a genuine weekend off).
On a sidenote: I’m my own worst enemy. I was already typing a response to you why I can’t possibly make it…
beatrice
Did I tell you recently that I love you?
++++
Something positive:
From Stephanie Zwan:
Can I just tell you how absurdly cute my brother is? My family has a robin pair nesting on the front porch, and my brother’s been watching since the first robin started building his nest. (Incidentally, it was built on a teeny ledge and got blown down, and my stepdad nailed a little mesh cup thingy to the place where he was trying to build it and put the stuff back in. My whole family is kind of adorable at times.) The robins have babies now. When my brother saw them, he got misty-eyed. Because he was proud of them.
The wireless internet at work sucks. Randomly drops connections, slow as fuck.
So today, while rummaging in my bag, I noticed an ethernet port on the wall. Stuck a cable in it, stuck the other end in my computer.
Hooray! I am be-internetted! \o/
Not especially so, in 2008.
https://www.nytimes.com/2006/10/24/world/americas/24iht-dems.3272493.html
I don’t remember anybody making a big deal of this.
Letter to the editor today in Charleston’s Post and Courier.
I sent in a response but it stands exactly zero chance of being printed. The P&C is staunchy conservative fish wrap.
Mind you we have “Got Faith” and Church billboards all over the god damn place in Charleston.
And this idiot completely misses the result of Pascal’s wager.
Not surprisingly.
I know a few conservatives who, personally, made a really big deal of that. I can also remember bumper stickers conflating Obama’s drug use and gang activity. And I know some conservatives who still say, loudly and often, that Obama cannot be the legal President as he cannot get a top secret security clearance because of his drug use.
I remember a few articles, and editorials, but you are correct — compared to the brouhaha about Clinton, it was restrained in the mainstream press.
Jebus, Rev., do you seek out epic herpaderp?
As an expression of Pascal’s wager (which is already stupid), that was impressively stupid.
Giliell,
*hugs*
Cipher,
Your bro made me squee! :D
Esteleth, it’s not necessary to seek out epic herpaderp. It surrounds us, everywhere, like water surrounds a fish.
You are not wrong about that, Daisy. And like fish, we are constantly inhaling it and barely notice that it is there.
And the other fish think we’re stupid for complaining about it.
@ thunk #231 – not saying it’ll never happen, just going on past performance and coming up a tad pessimistic :(
ICK ICK BLECK
Guy probably thinks he’s enlightened because he left out the Hell shtick.
Neat. I’ve always been curious about whether I could get through the Great Firewall, but it’s not quite justification for buying plane tickets.
Harder question is whether I could do it if I’d been born in China and had no friends outside the country.
Thanks for the beer!
Where “responsible” involves neither maintaining the server nor writing much of the content. But sure, I’ve tried to make it easier to use.
Woman kicked off American Airlines flight for wearing a T-shirt that says, “If I wanted the government in my womb, I’d fuck a senator.”
I kiiiiiiinda doubt they’d have kicked her off if she had worn a T-shirt accusing all women who’d had abortions of being murdering sluts, you know?
Wow, Ogvorbis, I guess that doesn’t surprise me, but somehow it just wasn’t on my radar.
I do have a cousin who thinks the guy’s a Muslim born in Kenya, but I didn’t hear any talk about drug use as far as I can remember.
Mormons, and other patriarchal communities, take note: stay-at-home-moms are more depressed. Even though many of them have been conditioned not to admit they are depressed, these women show up in surveys as more depressed than working-out-of-the-home moms.
Full article here.
If you like obscure European films with subtitles you might have come across the film “Evil” based on the novel by Jan Guillou. It is about a teenager in the 1950s who is brutalised by his stepfather, becomes a bully, and is sent to an expensive boarding school where he and the younger pupils are brutalised by the elder students in a systematically pennalistic system.
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-Anyway, this evening Swedish TV had a documentary about a posh, exclusive boarding school where the royal family -and everybody who is nobody- sends their kids.
It turns out that brutal pennalism has continued thorough the history of the school, including recent times. Footage showed the principal dismissing claims about beatings, and in the same program former staff and students shared testimonies about horrific abuse going on during the same period the principal was giving “a clean bil of health”.
Even members of the conservative-led Swedish government have been deeply disturbed by what has been revealed.
And this is where future business leaders and politicians have their formative years.
My reaction is “drive a bulldozer through the whole crap”. The tradition of abuse must be severed or it goes on forever.
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To those who think school behaviour has no relevance for those who later become politicians I say this: the Brit PM was an arsehole in college. He was part of a club of posh students who would trash restaurants and then contemptously throw a bundle of money to the staff for the damage.
Today he is leader of the country and is thrashing healthcare and the social services based on an ideology that is at odds with the experience from the depression.
Mittens was an arsehole in college, and went on to become a corporate raider. Now he wants to become president…
W. Bush also had a questionable reputation at Yale. And he destroyed companies. And look what a great job he did to US.
Daaaaayyyyyuummmm.
Warning: Scented Nescient in comments, filling them with st00pid.
Dear Applica Consumer Products,
I followed your return process to return a Juiceman stick blender for warranty replacement. I explicitly asked you to confirm that you would replace my Juiceman stick blender. And proceeded to wait almost a month for the package you told me was coming.
I would be fascinated to hear, therefore, why the fuck there was a BLACK AND DECKER FIVE SPEED HAND MIXER on my porch this afternoon.
No love,
Kristin
But at least he they weren’t commuuuuunity orrrrrganizers.
I’m disappointed. I thought it was the setup for a joke.
SQB,
So elephants wasn’t the answer?
Maybe it was cheaper? It still mixes things? It uses electricity?
An icy phone call to Applica has yielded the information that someone did think it was an acceptable substitute for my twice as expensive stick blender that does completely different things and serves completely different kitchen purposes. *deep breaths*
A chat was had.
My correct replacement is supposedly on its way now, and they don’t even want their crappy Black & Decker mixer back.
What’s wrong with Black&Decker?
I need a new stickblender, actually. I ruined the cheap one …
Trouble is lots of senators seem to prefer young, male interns. (Ensign and Witter excepted.)
Sili, I’m spoiled: I have a Kitchen Aid for large projects and I had my wonderful Juiceman stick blender for smaller projects. Either of them are more powerful than a B&D hand mixer, more efficient in their respective spheres, and overall more useful.
Well, I don’t have B&D in the kitchen, but my little weedwhacker serves my small need well.
Over from Jen’s:
Now, guys, own up, whom of you is it?
*gg*
Yeah, after banging my head against the wall at JT’s I decided to head over to BlagHag for a bit of a break.
Fuuuuuuu…
Huh? Walton wasn’t in Dublin.
And even had he been, he would be beating himself up publicly about having transgressed.
Hmmm – I just realised that he’s much like the Penny Arcade version of Piro in that regard.
My bad. It was MacHall.
kristinc:
Congrats!
Esteleth:
I can’t decide whether to laugh or groan.
The person who did the wall-art in my hotel room has never actually seen a mountain reflected in a lake.
MarkDoesStuff has now watched The Body.
But the review isn’t going up til next week.
Boo.
Nutmeg:
Would you laugh or groan at a transgenic zebrafish that is a double knockout for rayorbison (and is thus completely transparent) being called “casper”?
That was also at the seminar.
*yawn*
I’m off to bed. Should have been there an hour ago
I love Mark Does Stuff! I read Mark Reads Things even for things I don’t read. That’s one of those blogs that I discover, love, gorge on, and promptly forget for months until someone reminds me of it, repeat. I’m not sure why I can’t keep it in my head. Mark Reads Twilight was epic.
Ah, Casper the translucent zebrafish. I do like nerdy humour. Verdict: quick laugh, followed by a slight groan.
My reaction was similar, Nutmeg.
Later, I was irritated that there were no refreshments. Because seriously.
You mean, Mark saw The Body and he’s still functioning? I’m shocked.
No refreshments? And they expect people to go to seminar? Ridiculous!
If I had it my way, the refreshments would be served before the lecture, so that people could load up on caffeine and sugar. It doesn’t matter how good the speaker is, I’ll make it about 30 minutes listening to a talk before I start yawning. Cookies would help. (Cookies always help.)
Yep. Everyone was pretty worried about him for a while there, but he tweeted about it a few days ago and seems to be functional, though he says, not okay. He linked to his review of the Dumbledore chapter in HP wherein he discussed his father’s death, as “homework” for that post.
(Last time I was talking about MarkDoesStuff, I didn’t link to anything I was talking about and it was confusing for everybody, so now I’m linking to everything!)
I guess I’ve been living under a rock, because I’ve never seen two het guys mock-flirting with each other before, and I just learned about it.
And also, ew.
You flirt when you like someone and want to flirt, not to make fun of other people and how they interact with people they like.
Ew.
Hi Oggie!
I just watched Modern Marvels’ episode on steam power. And they did included a portion on steampunk, and concentrated on applied steampunk.
They also had great locomotive sections, nuclear steam, walking beam riverboats, steam shovels, &c.
The only thing they missed was your bailiwick. Haruumph.
America’s Funniest Home Videos aren’t funny.
Modern European military history (well, that’s my degree)? Mesozoic vertebrates (my current obsession)? Oh. You mean steam locomotives. They show up in the a few of the shows — our locomotives, even. Don’t remember which episodes.
Right now, I’m watching Celtics vs. 76ers. Go Celts!
Chigau:
You only just now figured this out?
I dunno about a blanket condemnation of the het guys flirting thing. I think it’s context-dependent, it can be OK, it can be terrible. I’ve seen two young “het” guys flirting and then one growing up into an adult bi guy and the other going meh, not for me, and staying straight. And two het guys pashing off with intent to annoy anti-gay fundies. If it’s not mockery of gay people, but comfortable affection or support or exploration, I think it’s nice.
Some here might find a use for this link.
Have a cookie.
Only in Utah. A young woman very nicely and modestly dressed runs afoul of mormon school administrators who seem to be applying dress codes I’ve seen in mormon Young Women’s lessons….but this is a secular school.
http://adultonsetatheist.blogspot.com/2012/05/burqa.html
Scroll down on the linked page to see the photo.
A friend of mine is moving away shortly, and we’re having a little going=away bash tomorrow. I’ve put a cheesecake in the oven for the party. It’s got a chocolate graham cracker crust, an almond-flavored layer, a dark chocolate layer, and a vanilla layer, and will have a semi-sweet chocolate glaze. The recipe is a tried-and-true for me, so I hope nothing goes wrong.
If you hear lots of cursing later, it’s because I’m being stupid enough to try painting some mint leaves with melted chocolate to make chocolate leaves. That part of it I haven’t tried before.
The recipe is from a trial pack of 3-ring binder “Southern Cooking” recipes I got once in the mail. You people who are younger than dirt won’t know about these, but back in the olden days, you would sometimes get junk mail in the physical mailbox on your house that had things like recipe cards, with the promise of more every month if you would only subscribe, and someday two or three years forward you’d have a full cookbook that only cost about four times total what one would in the store. I didn’t ever go for it, but I did save the trial cards. Some weren’t too bad.
I just unplugged all of my USB ports. And I am waiting.
OK, no one warned me that my keyboard keys were going to feel a bit “off” after that near-loss. It’s a bit annoying, especially the space key. Well at least the thing works still.
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WOOT! That piece of property that’s been giving us nothing but grief for the past few years is gone! Sold! And best of all, it looks like the money Mom will get from the sale will be more than enough to help pay off loans and have some for spending money in Ireland! And now that someone else is in charge, no more stupid and nasty tenants to chase after for overdue rent!
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Not touching the Mormon madness and JT twit-assery yet.
Coming right through, Og. :)
Parry Gripp’s latest: Lazy Harp Seal. I can get lost forever going through Parry Gripp videos.
Carlie, I hate to presume, but are you painting the leaves on parchment and then transferring them? If they are thick enough, it’s the easiest way to deal with chocolate appliqués.
I typed all that (two whole fricken lines, people!) before I realized that you are painting the leaves themselves. Never mind. I should just delete all this but, i’ll just edit it after I submit.
Crap.
Total threadrupt (as I believe the term is called). Made it to location and having a blast…after resting and being lazy.
Ing:
Enjoy! wink, wink; nudge, nudge
I made sand sculptures!
carlie: We can haz recipe? When you’re done swearing at the cake?
@ Brogg
Linky: Ah’ve got that covered!
Carlie,
I have seen it since I was quite young, and I still don’t know quite how I feel about it. Surely led to my first male kisses, but I don’t know as that’s super important in the grand scheme of things.
PTI: Congratz on the property sale! That must be a ton of stress evaporated, *and* bonus moniez!
MikeG- yes, will be trying on actual leaves. The recipe suggests mint, and I have a lot of that, but they still seem a little flimsy to be trying a paint and peel method. We’ll see. I think I’ll save that part for the morning.
Recipe is easy-peasy. I adapted the amounts a bit to make them more uniform and easier to remember.
“Southern Living” triple layer cheesecake
Each of the three layers has an 8 oz brick of cream cheese. Two have 1/4 cup of sugar each, one has 1/3 cup of brown sugar instead. Cream each, add an egg each and cream again. To the one with brown sugar, add 1/2 tsp of vanilla extract, 1 tbsp of flour, and if you want, 1/4 cup of chopped pecans (I’ve never done that). To one of the others, add 1/2 cup of sour cream, 2 oz of melted semisweet or dark baking chocolate (not pure baking chocolate), and 1/2 tsp of vanilla. To the last one, add 1 cup of sour cream and 1/2 tsp of almond extract (this layer is supposed to be 5 oz of cream cheese, but who measures 5/8 of a brick? I just throw the whole lump in). Cream each separately until fluffy, then put in pan. Oh, the pan.
Crust is supposed to be 9 oz (2 cups) of chocolate graham cracker crust, 1/4 cup of sugar, and 1/2 stick of melted butter (1/4 cup). I just use two of the three packets that are in the 14 oz box (close enough), and in reality it ends up taking a whole stick of butter to get it to stick well enough on the sides of the pan. I use a springform pan, because I like to see the sides of the cheesecake when it’s done. I do chill it a bit after patting the crust in, to try and limit the amount of crusty bits that make their way into the batter before it cooks. Layer the three sets of batter as you like into the pan, cook at 325 degrees F (with an oven-safe bowl of water in the oven next to it) for an hour, let it sit in the oven with the heat turned off for another half hour, open the oven door and let it sit another half hour before taking it out. Chill.
Chocolate glaze – 6 oz semisweet baking chocolate, 1/4 cup butter, 3/4 cup powdered sugar, 2 tbsp hot water, and 1 tsp vanilla. Melt all together, spread over chilled cake.
Yay Ing!
And also Nutmeg from the other day!
And also PTI!
Dhorvath, as I said above, I think it’s context dependent and can be perfectly OK at times. And I think your experience is relevant, when people are growing up on an assumption of default heterosexuality and anti-gay stigma. If a gay boy can get his first kiss or a straight boy can learn not to go ewww at teh ghey, those are good outcomes. I would not want to discourage happy same-sex flirting among straight people, especially young ones who might not be quite as straight as they seem. It’s the “haha bro NO HOMO” crowd that’s the nasty case.
I’m saying this here, so as not to detract from Ms Daisy & Josh’s point over at JT’s. Because they do have an important point that I don’t want to undermine with “but, but, but context” pedantry. It’s not exactly a thread full of savvy context-aware non-homophobe non-sexist people, that one over there. Sadly. It seemed initially promising.
Alethea, I hear you on the promise. Things went elsewhere. I too didn’t know how to comment on that particular topic without making matters worse but as the topic came over here it seemed I might get a chance to tease at the idea a bit.
Since erodinbladewin isn’t using them, I’ll add them here:
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G’night, all. I’ll tune in in the morning and find out if xe has actually grokked the difference between proof and evidence. I am fred up with the little asshole.
Thanks for the cheesecake recipe, carlie! I’ve added it to my list of Pharyngula recipes. Hopefully I’ll have an excuse to try it soon.
Pteryxx and carlie: I almost hugged Mom when she came home with the news! That place should have gone to my aunt and grandma, who somehow got the beach house instead (and that ended up being sold not that many years ago since my aunt couldn’t afford to keep it. Because she’s not the best at spending money wisely, to put it mildly.)
question for whoever: What’s the little dip of flour in the cheesecake for? It’s *almost* gluten-free except for that, and the crust (still not sure how to solve that one).
I got curious by Oggie’s comment so I wandered up to look at the recent comments list.
So then I read the telekinesis thread.
WHAT.
Pteryxx, little dips of flour are usually there as a thickening agent. You can usually substitute corn starch.
One of my elderly neighbors, when I lived in a different place than I do now, brought me over a handful of those sorts of magazines. I had just done some weeding in the front yard, which I had let get into a state, but I thought it was just a coincidence that he happened to drop by and give them to me. It wasn’t till he came by a different day and actually showed me another pile of the magazines but wouldn’t let me have them because the yard didn’t look good enough yet that I realized he was trying to bribe me to tidy up my yard O.o
Anyway, yes, I have seen those magazines. I still have a make-ahead manicotti recipe from one of them that’s pretty good, although I am sure not authentically Italian.
Here is my gift for you.
It is an earworm.
A dose of cute: Albino echidna found in western Qld.
Good morning
Alethea
I think I see a difference here. What Josh et. al. criticised were criticising was especially this idea of fake-joke-gay fliriting in which the participants show that they’re soo cool and enlightened that they can do dah gay.
In that case it’s a form of cultural appropriation at the expense of the marginalized group.
There’ve been a couple of videos where guys kiss in order to protest anti-gay bigots. At least in one case, the one in a sports stadium, I got the impression that one of the kissing guys was there with his girl-friend and did the kissing as an act of protest and solidarity.
I’d say that’s a difference. I’d say that’s the same difference between a white person wearing a “I’m Tryvon Martin” shirt as an act of solidarity and a white person going on about “hey brothers and sisters, what’s up”.
And since I’m white and straight it’s totally possible that I’ve put my foot in deeply here.
Personally, I like flirting best when it’s explicitely not going anywhere, so some of my best flirting was with a gay friend: exercising a fun activity in a safe environment for both of us.
I read the beer post.
I read the pastry post.
I check the ‘frig. There is both beer and strudel within!
Therefore, Dog.
The avaaz-supported petition to get the UK to take more effective action against FGM is pushing 50,000 signatures in only about 24 hours – and although the vast majority of signatories are UKanians, there’s nothing on the page to suggest that signatures from non-UKanians are not welcome.
http://www.avaaz.org/en/petition/Stop_female_genital_mutilation_in_the_UK/?cl=1821570641&v=14523
I’m a nonUknian, opposablethumbs. I sign Avaaz petitions frequently, this one included.
Hi Giliell, yeah, I think we basically agree. I didn’t think the oh so deep and fine subtlety of “mocking” vs “not mocking” would be understood in that thread. Reading comprehension, they didn’t seem strong on it. Your excellent posts being a case in point.
Giliell
I do too, which reminds me of a power imbalance problem: flirting can be very enjoyable and make you feel good, but it’s often difficult or impossible for women to enjoy this particular pleasure – a man can flirt if he wants to without anyone feeling he’s actually promising/committing himself to anything by it, whereas a woman who flirts may be slammed for not “following through” on an implied promise. The bloke gets to have the fun (and of course it is fun, when it’s “safe”) and can stop at whatever point he wants; a woman is a “tease”. And of course the difference in average size and physical strength factors into that, together with our cultural expectations. So a woman flirting with a straight man has to constantly watch her step and hold back and worry about being perceived as having committed herself to having sex (or being a “tease”, of course) which spoils the fun imo. There’s a lot to be said for the pleasure of indulging in some flirtatious behaviour for its own sake, when both parties are taking part in the sure and certain knowledge that it is not and could never be expected by either party to go anywhere. FSM but my writing skills are worse than usual this morning.
Hmm. I wouldn’t call that flirting.
But I have found myself “actually” flirting with friends in that sort of situation. When I realize what I’m doing it’s not so fun, even though they don’t realize it. When they keep going along with it in a playful friendly sort of way, I just feel awkward. More awkward than usual.
Yay Pharyngula, probably one of the best places ever for a petition like that! ::waves to amblebury::
I just thought I should post, in case the UK-specific target made anyone feel the call for sigs might be aimed at UKanians only.
consciousness razor
There seems to be some discussion going around the very term flirting and some people suggested that there’s “flirting with and without bigger intent”.
Maybe we need to seperate them
Thanks, Alethea
And I’m getting mightily annoyed with Katie Hartman. Guess she’s a pal of Mallorie’s. And then there’s the “saint Gasoline” idiot again with “oh those social rules have nothing to do with patriarchy bullshit.”
These discussions always bring out the best and the worst.
As for JT, I think he’s a kid who got a lot of cookies for not being as bad as the other boys. I he hope will grow up, I’m not going to write him off completely yet.
I would like it to go on record that I am flirting with all of you, all the time, and I damned well expect it to go somewhere. I don’t have a massive orgiastic Groop Secks pile for nothing. Do you think deviancy like this comes easy? Oh no, it takes practise. Lots and lots of moist, sweaty, slightly flushed practise.
Oh you can come over all sensitive and worried if you like. But that will just make your position in the queue-pile slightly different. In the end, three things are certain, death, taxes, and filth involving me. I’m working on ending death and taxes (which are totally, ya know, like punishment or something).
I now return you to your regularly scheduled thread.
Louis
P.S. Darlings. Some of the above, maybe even all of it, is really, REALLY, not serious. Please take it in the spirit it was intended, i.e. one of gentle self-mockery and playfulness.
P.P.S. I apologise in advance to Chas for posting. I know it disturbs him if I go over the quota he has assigned me.
That was my thought too – since that layer is the one with potential pecans, that making it a bit thicker would keep the nuts suspended a little better so they wouldn’t migrate downwards to the bottom of the cheesecake.
It made it through cooking and cooling down without cracking, yay! Now for the leaves and cursing.
Hi there, could someone let me know if my blog is accessible ? I haven’t been able to log in all day from here….
I think it’s visible. The bunch of pathetic cowards post being the most recent?
http://furiouspurpose.me/
Thanks amblebury, things may have to wait until I get to Singapore on Monday then. Carlie or Josh, if I give you the keys to the castle, would you do some maintenance for me and post some kind of brb notice?
Blaaaaaaaargh….
Caramel mocha – delicious
Insufficiently stirred caramel mocha – DISGUSTING
I need to finish the short story on my blog. It’s hard cause the point at the end of that chapter is where the dream ended for me, so everything following has to conclude the story and be pulled out of my head.
I may follow it up with a short “cop drama” story that I’ve had in back of my mind for years.
More details about the exclusive boarding school where the royal family and the aristocracy send their kids to avoid mixing with the riff-raff in ordinary schools.
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BOARDING SCHOOL SCANDAL ‘I was forced to eat manure’: ex-student http://www.thelocal.se/article.php?ID=41006#comment739991
Louis, I’m disturbed all right, and as soon as I master the dark art of telekinetically making my enemies almost crap themselves you’re first up against the wall.
rorschach – sure, I’d be glad to. Just let me know exactly what you want me to do (and what settings I shouldn’t touch lest they explode the blog into millions of irretrievable fragments). My email is carliesinternet at yahoo, which I think is the one I use to comment there.
Fucking mint leaves and fucking chocolate. Didn’t exactly work. I think the recipe is rubbish on that account – it might have worked if I had done three separate coatings and left them for about 5 minutes each, rather than one coat for 10 minutes. Too brittle, and too thin to not melt immediately upon touch. The combination of shattering and melting was not good. I did spray the leaves with cooking spray first, which I think helped (and was definitely not part of the recipe). I got enough fragments to make a pretend decoration that looks like a 12 year old did it, which I guess is a little better than a 5 year old.
Katherine
I’m really looking forward to the rest of the story.
Hmmm, postal service was here. Fabric and charms and stuff…
@Giliell:
Yes, I just have to figure out how to END it XD
The cop drama thing is fun because when my brother graduated from college, I was kind of semi-lost and wandered towards the back of the auditorium. The door was locked, but I saw graduates going in and out of the place. I stood there (this was the years before cell phones were super popular) and waited for my parents to come find me.
While I was there, there was this group of four security guards, just generally chatting away. They were all totally characters you could see in a police drama on the TV, one was the older gruff police captain, one was a kind of bumbling deputy, one was the tough take-charge woman, and the other was the starry-eyed dreamer. Always wanted to write them into a book, but they didn’t fit my genre.
Will there be singing? Cop dramas are always better with singing. :)
Chas,
Enemies?
HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA.
Oh you are such a fucking moron. At least I understand you’ve written lucidly on the subject of turtles.
Louis
[Thread Interrupt]
Hello *waves*
I jumped into the “a Little Light Entertainment” thread without properly introducing myself first – I just couldn’t restrain myself :)
I’ve been a lurker ’round these parts since the ol’ Crackergate posts but was always beaten to the post by someone who could put my point across much more eloquently.
I was forced into Catholicism as a school child. When we moved here my parents were told that they had a choice: they could have me baptised or I could go to the school with the drug dealers in the playground (‘though I’m sure the priest and his nuns didn’t phrase it quite like that).
By the time I was twelve, they’d politely requested that I not take part in their sunday school classes or have the “after service” teas with them. I asked too many annoying questions, I guess.
Anyways, nice to finally say “Hello” to everyone :)
[Interrupt ends]
“Written on LSD”…
“Written Louisidly”…
I’m sure there’s a pun in there somewhere, I just can’t be arsed to find it.
Katherine
hehe, I once met such a “character cop” in Spain. I was translating for somebody who had his purse stolen and the cop who brought us to the police department was definitely a character. Around 50, black hair and beard lined with grey, small, sparkling black eyes, the buttons stretching over his belly and when we entered the car he told us the we didn’t need to use seatbelts because it was a short ride in a police car.
Oh dear, JT is disappointed with us. I’m sorry about being such a bad subject to be allied
carlie @346: I so hoped that was going to be Blackpool and not Cop Rock. Thank you for making my hope come true. :-)
…mmm, David Tennant… now I know my day is starting off right.
do I really have to explain to freakin Louis the difference betwen being facetious and being a “moron”?
How the hell do you know about that??
*waves at sometimes quirky!*
Let’s see… for breakfast I’ve got Frosted Mini Wheats, trail mix, and a pear. Would you like some?
Good news, everyone!
I’m getting a new (used) car today! A Toyota Rav4! Yay!
LDTR – of course! I have some taste. :)
Hello, sometimes quirky! I have a handful of melted, shattered chocolate leaves to offer as greeting.
sometimes quirky, hey.
I admit I checked your comment with some suspicion, since there’s a Dungeon denizen with a related nym who has been known to morph.
(’twas a good one)
ChasCPeterson, at your own request, I remind you of your self-decided undertaking.
So much for wanting women’s comments on the topic. I guess we count only as test subjects upon which poor menz should practice their seduction skills. What was the point of the post again, was it just that he wanted to renew his feminist ally card for this year? Good thing that he does the renewal himself, it’s not like our opinions count for anything.
Awww, thanks :)
I have no idea what trail mix is, so I’ll aim for sharing some of the frosted mini wheats and the shattered chocolate leaves, please :)
Out of curiosity, carlie, how did you manage to both shatter and melt chocolate at the same time?
Well, this is certainly relevant to recent events.
Also, hello, Quirky.
Chas,
Wait….Did I make a false positive?
Ah well in that case I apologise! I accept full moronhood upon myself.
How happy is the moron,
He doesn’t give a damn,
I wish I were a moron,
Dear me, perhaps I am!
Louis
Chiming in with the “hi” to sometimes quirky as well. *waves*
Hey, I think I also noticed sometimes quirky in that thread – part of the “not a moron” contingent as I recall.
@John Morales,
Hey :)
Had no idea about the Dungeon denizen. I just used the first half of my blog name in the hopes that it’d be something I could remember easily. Would it be best if I changed it?
@Ms Daisy,
Hello!
So I’m sitting in a hotel room in China, and channel NewsAsia just tells me about a chap called Philip Philipps, who edged out a mexican-Filipino lady called Jessica Sanchez or somesuch in some US talent show. Go figure. Travel guide loves it tho.
Trail mix= nuts, dried fruit, chocolate chips= delicious. :)
I
loatheam not particularly fond of SUV’s, but other than that, congrats! What generation?I have sure learned my lesson. If I want Nice Guys to help me, I should just smile and nod politely.
I almost feel sorry for him. He must be terribly dizzy there on that high horse of his.
I left the following comment over at JT’s:
I am disappointed to find that it is gone.
SQB,
Thanks!
Trust me, I’m not terribly fond of SUVs myself (my husband and I are currently sharing a 2010 Mazda 3, which I luv), but the Rav4 is an incredibly generous gift from his parents to make life easier for us when Darkfetus arrives.
It’s an ’04, which IIRC is smaller than the current generation of Rav4s.
Audley Darkheart (liar and scoundrel):
Oooh, that does sound nice :)
Awwwww, we hurt JT‘s ickle feewers!!
The Pfft! says there are several different versions of the RAV4, with different number of doors. A Mazda 3 should be big enough, but perhaps they’re trying to say that they don’t think it safe enough?
Translation: “If you uppity bitches don’t stop criticizing me for failing to be the ally I so grandiosely pretend to be and start giving me feminist cookies, you’re on your own with the convention predators. I don’t give a fuck.”
Warning, this links takes you to a hateful alternate reality.
*snicker*
Critcal thinking?
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
*gasp*
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Ms. Daisy Cutter, he said what?
Facepalm.
@374: dontcha know you’re only thinking “critically” if you’re agreeing with them?
myeck waters:
Hey :)
Meant to acknowledge you earlier but someone had the audacity to step into my office and dump distracting paperwork on my desk!
SQB,
My Rav4 is considered a five door– four, er, “regular” doors and what is referred to as a “barn door” in the rear (in other words, it hinges on the left side instead of the top like a hatchback). So not the smallest model, no. I had forgotten about the three door models, they’re not very prevalent around here!
We’re keeping the Mazda 3 and I think everyone agrees that it’s plenty safe for a child. The inlaws are giving us the Rav4 so I don’t have to haul Mr Darkheart to and from work while also caring for an infant. Just to make life that much easier. ;)
The last post that Joe of Joe.My.God. for May 23 was a story of a poll conducted by the Knights Of Columbus stating that 74% of all Americans believe that religious faith should supersede civil rights.
Today, he posts a story about a prominent Ultra Orthodox Jewish rabbi who claims that Jewish doctors should not treat gentile patients on the sabbath in Israel.
I think he does this on purpose.
Ms Daisy Cutter, #373,
He said that? Oh for fuck’s sake.
Meh, I’m in the process of probably burning bridges at AtBC because of all the “Wahhhhh PZ and Pharyngulites are Teh Meen” and love for the slimepit. It’s not universal, but my tolerance limit for stupidity and dishonesty on these issues, even in people I generally like, is at a low ebb.
I’m feeling intolerant and I may be fucking vicious.
It costs me nothing to also cross JT off the list of “not dumb as a bag of rocks on this issue”. Sometimes you’ve just got to decide who is worth talking to about what.
Louis
Yeah, JT is such a great ally. You can tell because of the threats and the temper tantrums that ensue when he receives anything less than total adulation for the truly noble and inspired ideas he has about how women need to do all the work in making a place safe. I love how open he is about only wanting cookies and praise for his amazing allyship. And then told all the women who weren’t impressed with his shit that they weren’t rational enough to understand his posts. What an ally.
I also want a cookie.
I want it now.
GIMME A FUCKING COOKIE OR ELSE I WON’T BE NICE!
And women, get me a sammich.
Actually, scratch that last one. I want another cookie for rescinding my sammich request instead.
Louis
Morning!
I got a letter from the manufacturers of my car. Apparently there’s a safety recall of the windshield wiper, and if I contact one of [list of authorized mechanics] it will be replaced for me free of charge.
Of course, I’ll do that. It just makes me grumble.
Wait. WHAT? He is disappointed in us? Help isn’t purchased from allies. Gah!
A safety recall of the windshield wiper?
*waves to the Flirting Warrior Brigade, take as you will* ~;>
Okay, so the flour (or other starch powder) is there as a sort of supportive undergarment for the nuts. Er, cheesecake. Right! Well, that factoid’s embedded in my tiny brain forever! ♥
Quoting me at #380:
And the ability and freedom to do that, ladies, gentlemen and Brownian, is the fucking hallmark of privilege.
I get to decide because, guess what, I can afford to.
I’m in a mood, maybe it’s this haircut. It’s usually the haircut. It looks like an obese and ugly black sheep has been planted on my neck.
Smells the same too. Well. From the back.
Louis
Pteryxx, #386,
{Faints}
Louis
SQB, yes. Apparently the mechanism securing it to the car is faulty, so it can randomly fly off. If you’re moving fast, this could be bad for someone nearby. Also, if you need a windshield wiper and suddenly don’t have one, that is also bad (visibility).
I read that as lawyer, for some reason … and it almost made sense for a moment too ::must re-boot brain. Needs moar coffee …::
Last week, Alveda King, the niece of MLK (The person who claimed that because she shares genetic material with MLK, she knows better then Coretta Scott King what MLK thought of LGBT issues.) said this:
Alvin McEwen of Pam’s House Blend refuted her with this.
Color me shocked! Rivals were going to smear MLK because of his association with a gay man a half century ago. And a bigot related to MLK is willing to twist the story so that MLK cast the gay man out of the temple.
This is like arguing that the reason why their were so few black people in colleges and universities before the 1960s because they just were not intelligent enough to get in rather than the truth, that most of the people in power in the US did not want blacks to have the same access to education that middle class and upper class white people had.
Would it be a Godwin if I called Alveda King a Quisling?
No, it would be a Quisling. Duh!
Rachel Maddow deftly analyzes Mitt Romney’s latest failure to answer the simplest questions.
Time’s Mark Halperin, no radical lefty, tried to lob some softballs Romney’s way, giving Romney lots of opportunities to provide examples of his business expertise. In the video of the interview you can see the sweat on Romney’s upper lip, see his eyes shift nervously, and hear him fail to deal in anything other than generalities and abstraction. The one time Romney actually gives a specific example of a company he dealt with, he fails to include the rather relevant fact that Steel Dynamics received $37 million in public subsidies, and that Bain sold its stake in Steel Dynamics 13 years ago. Romney can’t take credit for the company’s success.
From the Maddow Blog:
Maddow’s coverage includes President Obama’s reply.
Here’s a link to the painful video: http://thepage.time.com/2012/05/23/romney-talks-2/?iid=sl-category-arenapage
Esteleth, I stand corrected. But still, it sounds so silly.
They kinda annoy me, too. Or the bigger ones do, especially. Those and minivans…
But mostly just ‘cos they’re so incredibly annoying to see around when I’m trying to make a left turn and there’s one in the opposite left turn lane. And so I’ve just no idea with all that minivan or whatever bulk in the way whether there’s someone coming up in the through lane adjacent… And so I wait… And wait… And wait… Until they make their turn and so I can actually see… And hope the next thing behind them in the same line isn’t just a bigger behemoth.
I think sometimes at such moments: periscope. What I need here is a periscope, to see above the sea of SUV… Can we get on that, car design people?
Other times, I tend to fume and think pettily: oh, c’mon… Do you really need all that vehicle? And how can that many of you really need all that vehicle? Do you really have a hockey team you’re hauling around and thus the minivan, or is it just that your kids are scrappy and difficult and spoiled and so you want more space between them? And you over there in the freakin’ Escalade with its own zip code and a deck for landing carrier planes on the roof: have you ever even taken that thing off the road or even into a cottage road, or do you just like the way it looks in the big box mall parking lot?
Anyway, as Rav4s present far less trouble that way, I heartily approve your choice. I say: if you must SUV, SUV small.
SQB, your initial reaction was like mine. Until I read the rest of the letter, which said what I did @389.
AJ:
:)
I know how you feel about huge cars. My SiL drives a minivan and she has one child. It’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen.
If I was buying a new car, I would drive something much smaller than the Rav4– before I became preggers, I was looking at buying a Fiat 500, but now I’m trying to save as much money as possible. I’m stunned that the inlaws would just give me a car. I know they want to help us in every way possible, but it’s just so incredibly generous that I still can’t really wrap my head around it.
AJ Milne, exactly.
Sure, if you live down 15 miles of dirt road, or you need to pull your horse trailer across muddy fields, of you own a house on the beach, or even if you just like to go off-roading on a lazy sunday afternoon, sure, fine, get an SUV.
But if the biggest hill you’ll ever climb with it is a speed bump, come on! You’re just making the road less safe for everyone around you!
Yes, you’re seated high so you’ve got a good view, but a child could pass directly in front of you without you even noticing. Hell, a small adult could pass behind you without you noticing! And those bull bars are a slap in the face of engineers trying hard to protect innocent bystanders with pedestrian impact protection systems.
<disclaimer txt=”I’m in the Netherlands, where hardly anybody needs an SUV, so maybe I’m biased.” />
Yes, yes oh hell yes!
Especially the Abarth 500 SS! If I only had the money…
Audley
Is it a diesel? If yes I hope you have better luck with it than we had with the Piece of Shit aka Toyota Avensis. OTOH, as long as you don’t pull a horse or caravan you could be fine, but the diesel engine has a serious construction flaw that fucks up the exhaust system which in turn reduces the horsepower to about 10%
We currently have a Peugeot 5008 and a Citroen Berlingo, which is my beloved Little Red Ridinghood. Perfect for 2 kids and a stroller.
SQB,
I know! It’s an awesome car.
One day I will own one. Oh yes, one day….
SQB
Hey, don’t forget all the people with caravans/boats.
Not that this means you need one, but they’re sure handing for pulling one.
Continuing their tradition of being behind-the-curve, reactionary homophobes, mormons are just now getting around to stating their intention to ignore Robert L. Spitzer’s retraction of his earlier, flawed research.
Okay. Looks like we now have to review Karten and Wade’s study to prove they are also full of shit — or that Pruden read the study selectively and came to the wrong conclusion.
From the reader’s comments:
I’ll just add that Evergreen has no visible means of support, and that mormon bigwigs serve on the Board, and that mormon Bishops refer “same sex attracted” members for “treatment.”
Source: http://www.sltrib.com/sltrib/news/54173182-78/gay-spitzer-therapy-church.html.csp?page=1
Giliell,
As far as I’m aware, diesel Toyotas aren’t available in the States. I’ve never heard of one for sale, anyway.
I’ve owned Toyotas in the past and I’ve had good luck with them. :)
Hi, sometimes quirky! I have no delicious baked goods to offer you – would you like a tadpole instead? It’s kind of like eating a baby – just a cold, amphibian baby.
(I hope you’ve been lurking long enough that baby-eating jokes are okay. If not, I’m going to have to find another use for that tadpole.)
@395: Someone else has had that idea:
Larry and Jeff
Nutmeg:
Oh yeah, totally up-to-date on the baby-eating side of things :)
Do I have to eat the tadpole, or can I keep it and attempt to train it into face-hugging people I don’t like once it’s frog-sized?
Chemistry joke.
Another chemistry joke.
Fuck No Religious Fanart
Jesus taking his own FB pic
You make Aryan Jesus cry.
sometimes quirky:
Oh, please do. I love the idea of an attack frog! I think I need one myself.
Cisgender woman who bashed CeCe McDonald charged
Giving a whooooole new meaning to “cupcakes”
What it’s like not to have Planned Parenthood around
Greg Rucka: “Why I write strong female characters”
“Second.”
Audley
Sadly, that was what Mr. said before buying the Piece of Shit. But since it really is exclusively a diesel-problem, I wish you good luck with yours. I’ve definetly had more than a life-time’s worth of car woes with Toyota in 4 years.
Hello, sometimes quirky
Giliell, not to be confused with The Borg:
Hi, Giliell :)
so…
Any of you know that I’ve been doing various things including teaching and researching political/legal philosophy, ethics, and feminism. I also have a long history as an activist.
A few of you know that I’ve decided to become a lawyer, call it a midlife crisis if that works for you tho the decision wasn’t crisis-y.
Finally, I’m a US citizen that fell in love w/ a Canadian last year. The logical thing to do, of course, was to apply to the Canadian law school that rejects a higher percentage of applicants than any other… Just to make sure I had the smallest chance of making my ambitious dreams of becoming a prominent theorist of con law while living within driving distance of my sweetie.
I just got notified that there has been some obvious computer weirdness resulting in an offer of admission.
I’m accepting before they realize their mistake.
Crip Dyke:
*throws confetti made of copies of the Charter of Rights and Freedoms*
Huzzah!
Quick, let’s get the partying done before you realize you just got in to law school and your life is basically over for a few years!
(Really, though, congrats :) )
If Romney’s inability to adequately explain how his experience at Bain qualifies him to be President [see post 394] is not enough to make you turn you off, consider his admiration for Dick Cheney.
This segment begins with some history about Nixon, but quickly moves on to Dick Cheney’s career. The segment ends with quotes from Romney about how much he admires Cheney, and about Romney’s plans to attend a fundraiser at Cheney’s house.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/26315908/#47544497
Went to the coffee stand in the lobby. They said that I had earned a free drink. I asked to be surprised.
Got a vanilla-and-raspberry-and-white-chocolate smoothie.
Delicious
Crip Dyke,
YAY! Oh, the acceptance is awesome news!
Giliell,
Yeah, you never so know when a car company’s quality is going to tank, do you? My parents are dealing with that kind of shit right now: my mom has an ’04 Mini Cooper that has never needed a repair. My dad, on the other hand, bought a 2012 Mini Cooper S just a few months ago and it has already had two different oil leaks and an electrical problem that wouldn’t allow him to start it.
Anyway, the Rav4 was my MiL’s and it’s been no problem for her, so I think it will be fine for me. :)
Awesomesauce, Crip Dyke. Congratulations.
*cheers, confetti, champagne corks popping, whistles*
*confetti* *hugs* *champagne* *poutine* and *grog* for Crip Dyke!
@415-
Didn’t Harper use up all the copies of the Charter for the confetti at his inauguration (or whatever they call it up in Canadia these days)?
@Crip Dyke, that’s fantastic! I’m adding to the flow of celebratory beverages headed your way via USB port.
Congrats, Crip Dyke!
This is horrible and I don’t know where else to discuss it.
http://news.ninemsn.com.au/health/8469962/how-to-reduce-hiv-make-women-uglier
Which is bad enough but right there in the article it says that HIV rates have dropped from 30 to 14 percent in the last 10 years. Obviously they have already found better options than mutilation and slut shaming.
Kefluffle,
So, ugly &/or bald women don’t have sex? *eyeroll*
Also, what a way to blame women for the AIDS epidemic. Men can’t be held accountable for their actions! Especially not when there’s women walking around with bewbs and stuff!
So, is HIV a gay illness or are women to blame? Either way, the blame falls upon a group with huge moral failings, the fags or the bitches.
Cheers and confetti and dancing for Crip Dyke! Congratulations, that is truly awesome!
.
.
Ms Daisy Cutter, I sent your chemistry jokes to DaughterSpawn to try and help alleviate the stress of end-of-first-year-away-at-uni-doing-undergrad-biochemistry exams which are about to start. If anyone else has any good sources of bio or chem jokes, they would be most gratefully received.
Wait! Lesbians have the lowest rates of STIs, right? So make men wear chastity belts. There! Problem solved! *dusts off hands*
Go Crip Dyke!
Re @425: So HIV is women’s fault for being too pretty? What kind of bizarro world is… oh. Never mind.
Opposable Thumbs, someone here recently linked to Chemistry Cat.
On a different note, the wingnuttosphere discovered John Scalzi’s essay on privilege. Scalzi is apparently an “Uncle Tim.”
Audley, #426,
Have you seen what BEWBS can DO? Those things have to be restrained! Bras weren’t invented for support and comfort (especially not comfort, see 1950s bras for example. Cones. CONES!), they were invented for public safety.
Unrestrained BEWEBS can cause Unrest™.
Louis
I saw a news story awhile back about some religious-thug group that has issued a statement to the effect that women should not wear bras, because it makes their breasts more noticeable.
*facepalm*
Hooray, Crip Dyke!
Ms Daisy Cutter, Chemistry Cat is perfect, thanks!
Hi, sometimes quirky; welcome in. I think you’ll find that restraint is in short supply, hereabouts.
(Except by mutual consent.)
;)
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That’s certainly true; and having both fly off while driving the interstate during a Vertical Torrential Downpour is even more fun!
For semi-suicidal definitions of “fun”.
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Crip Dyke, congrats! *booze*
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Huh, I thought nipples were the Source of All Evil and any glimpse of their shape through a shirt will turn men into wild beasts.
…We have a *booze* emote? WHY WASN’T I NOTIFIED
Crip Dyke, acres and acres of glitter-toga’d conga rats, with fireworks doubled in the reflecting pool!
@Louis:
I have to keep my boobs in a case that’s how dangerous they are! (also the case is designed to hold them and keep them from getting damaged…)
Katherine Lorraine, #439,
ZOMG SUPER DANGEROUS BEWBZ!
That so needs to be made into a comic book superpower.
And no. I flatly refuse to google that!
Louis
Er, Louis.
Most Common Superpower – TVTropes
Congratulations, Crip Dyke!
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Audley, a random thought: if you haven’t bought a crib yet, consider getting a raised one. (Okay, that’s a double one, but the idea is that you don’t have to reach down to put Darkbaby in there). Believe me, your back will thank you.
It was quite interesting. I think it was because the layer was too thin; it broke as I peeled the leaf off, and then immediately melted from the heat on my fingertips. And then the rest that was still stuck to the leaf melted. And then that happened three more times.
AtBC? I’m not sure which place that is.
Yay Crip Dyke!
I’m sad that JT has dug in like this. That whole thing had a weird vibe to it.
Also, I predict that when Darkbaby arrives, it will be…
(drumroll)
oddly-shaped!
(rimshot)
(Oddly! Audeley! Get it? I’ll get my coat.)
If it REALLY cared about stopping HIV using a sexual repression agenda, then it self-evidently has only ONE viable option.
It must forcibly convert all women to lesbianism, seeing as lesbians have the lowest of all infection rates.
A generation or two of this and presto, HIV will be gone!
SQB, you’ve never seen a neonate, have you? They are very oddly shaped.
The Darkbaby, I hypothesize, will eventually, given enough time, be Audley-and-Mr.-Darkheart shaped. As babies tend to do.
BTW: just checked my email. New email with the subject line, “Beer hour celebration – Friday, 4 pm” :D :D :D
But its very first shape will, in fact, be Audley-shaped. The inside of Audley, that is. :)
Esteleth, au contraire! I’ve seen several, the most important of those being my own two sons. The second one (Audley, don’t read this!) was delivered with what the Pfft! informs me is called a ventouse in English. Have you seen Coneheads? He could’ve been an extra!
@Crip Dyke,
That’s brilliant! Congratulations :)
Carlie, I really don’t think that the Darkfetus is shaped like the Audleyuterus. *headscratch*
Fetuses tend to be fetus-shaped.
The Rav4 and the Honda CRV are the compact SUVs that I sort of wanted when I was looking for a car to replace my Civic a couple years back and harbored (still harbor) the belief that I’ll want to drive rutted mountain roads some day. I ended up with a Dodge Caliber, which I suppose will probably fall apart in five years, but has been very reliable for me so far.
If I had gotten one of those compact SUVs, I would have probably ended up grumbling about their gas mileage, since my Caliber doesn’t get as good mileage as my Civic did. Of course, no cars in America get as good of gas mileage as they should and damn well could.
All neonates are ugly. Except for mine, they were beautiful.
Audley
You never know with cars and sometimes you just have the misfortune to have what Germans call a “Montagsauto”, Monday’s car, one that got assembled by people who need the workdays to relax from the weekend.
Yay for Crip Dyke!
People wouldn’t notice my bra-less boobs. They’d be knocked senseless if I ever chose to even trot past them. Hey, they’re cup F, there’s no way not to notice them.
cicely. Just cicely:
Hiya, cicely. Thanks for the welcome :)
sometimes quirky, welcome to the saloon!
When Nigel wanders back in, you’ll get some grog.
:D
Well, yes, but the heads do mold a bit. Depending. :D
So did I see that there’s a flirting brigade now? Is it necessary to have a gauzy scarf to flutter to join?
Something tells me those people have never seen women without bras.
I think the English word for a Montagsauto is a lemon.
Esteleth, Raging Dyke of Fuck Mountain:
Yey! Cool, thanks :D
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@Carlie
You going to have another go at the chocolate leaves?
A “lemon,” in English is car that is utter shit. Any kind of vehicle, actually.
*carefully removes extraneous comma*
@Giliell
As a fellow busty woman, I absolutely agree. I wouldn’t even consider not wearing a bra outside sitting around the house; I don’t even want to answer the front door without one. Even minimizing bras only do so much, especially once you get into higher cupsizes.
I finally replaced my bras recently (after ~ 2 years because they’re so damned expensive). When the package arrived on the doorstep it was like magic boob christmas.
[Off-topic.] Skimming through recent posts I see that, however tangentially mentioned, some people are still misrepresenting The Great Elevator Debate. All my admiration goes to those who have engaged a number of idiots. I’d like to add a frivolous comment that contains a bit of music.
After reading yet another patient explanation about coffee proposals being susceptible to be interpreted as sex proposals, I wonder — has anybody mentioned the opera L’italiana in Algeri?
The bey Mustafa, bored with his wife and his harem, is besotted with Isabella, an Italian woman who has arrived in Algiers because of a wreckage at the coast. At the beginning of the second act, he wants her to receive him… drinking coffee. Isabella, whose aim is to fool the bey and escape with her lover, accepts to have coffee with the bey, but neither she, nor the bey, nor his poor wife Elvira are confused at all about what the invitation is really about. You can watch and hear here, for example, the wonderful Ann Hallenberg just before coffee, assuming that the situation is oh so very neutral, not at all sexually charged. Stephanie Blythe does it here in a version with English subtitles.
The overtones of inviting a woman to coffee in certain contexts seem to be at least two centuries old.
[Off-topic.]
There is no off topic on the endless thread.
Other than that, entirely correct comment.
Odd-looking babies? Virally transferred Stewie Griffin DNA. Build a good relation with the kid so you can tag along when neonatal unit achieves world domination.
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“Sweden moves to outlaw forced marriages” http://www.thelocal.se/41012/20120524/
Some immigrant families take their daughters to their country of origin to marry them off when they are younger than 18, the law is intended to stop the practice.
slignot – I actually learned about a new bra company through that post of yours the other day, and they have loads of options in my size (which is small bust, big band, NOBODY has this combination because fat women are always supposed to have big boobs I guess), so thanks!
The next time I have something fancy to make, yes. I think I know what I did wrong, and what to correct.
Crip Dyke:
Congratulations!
Think ‘The Coneheads’ for a start. And it gets stranger.
Okay, SQB has seen a neonate.
Boy looked like Winston Churchill. Girl looked really cute.
Both were, and are, beautiful.
No bras. They want binding.
Are you sure that you guys don’t have everything backwards? My uterus could very well be fetus shaped.
SQB,
I have a crib already, but I’ll suggest that style for my mom. :)
@carlie, I am glad you were able to find a great selection for you online. It’s so frustrating to be outside expected proportions because stores really do refuse to admit you exist. Plus if a store does carry something in your size are very seldom fun and flattering. Once I got to where stores in my size mostly carried nursing bras, I stuck to buying all of my bras online.
I remember when I was special ordering the bustier/longline bra thing for my wedding dress and during measurement, the assistant measured for my band and said, “Wow, 36? Did I get that right?”
Audley’s
uteruswomb is exactly the right shape for a fetus!It’s a miracle!
@chigau, it’s really a great example of how finely tuned uteruses are to their purpose!
re: big boob bras
Fortunately the French think that heavy busted women should be able to buy beautiful bras in the normal store at a reasonable price.
Katherine Lorrraine, #441,
WHYYYY! WHYYYYY DID THERE HAVE TO BE A TV TROPE ABOUT IT!!!! WHYYYYY!?
OH THE HUGE MANATEE!!!! I’LL NEVER ESCAPE!!!!!
Louis
slignot – the most awkward situation I had surrounding bras was an experience a year or so ago at Macy’s. I knew what I needed, and I was looking for the single brand that I knew had it, and the elderly bra dept. lady came over to ask me if I needed any help. Gaaaa. I tried to say that no, it was ok, I knew what I was looking for but knew there wasn’t much of it, so it would just take me a few minutes. Bless her heart, she kept it up until I finally muttered the size and she went off to look for me. She came back awhile later in surprise that no, they didn’t have that size anywhere, but was quite apologetic about it. It was weird, because at the same time the fact that my size didn’t exist was confirmed, but she also displayed no smidgen of body-shaming about it and was clear that she thought it was her store at fault for not having it, not me for having my body. So it was rotten, but a nice surprising bit of feeling like a human at the same time.
It is almost as if she was designed for that.
*ducks*
Please forgive me.
Ah. Intelligent design.
And the part where the foetus has to descend through a relatively small opening in the pelvis? Proof that gods is a man. With a really sick sense of humour.
So if Rule 34 states that, whatever you can imagine, there is a porn version of it, and everything on earth is a TV Trope, does that mean that there is a TV Trope for Rule 34? Or a does that mean there is a Rule 34 for TV Tropes? Either way I have this urge to crawl into a bottle of Johnny Walker Black Label.
Ogvorbis,
I’m joining you. There are days that I must erect a Booze Barrier between me and the universe. This is, and I want this absolutely clear, for the protection of the universe and all who live in it.
I know how to make explosives and no one wants a rage fuelled killing spree now do they?
Thus, more booze, less stupid and I’ll be fine.
I seem to have gone from mild, mannered, moderate Clark Kent Louis, to Superman pissed off Louis in less time than it takes to enter a phonebox and realise my pants are on the outside of my skin tight trousers.
Louis
Louis:
How old are you? You remember phone boxes/booths?
That is a mixed bag of nice but uncomfortable/frustrating. I don’t generally like retail folks to ask what I need; I’d rather just have the option of snagging one if I can’t find what I’m after quickly. And I hate having someone hover while I’m looking at lingerie.
I can’t even imagine how difficult it would be to need to buy bras to fit breastforms or a binder.
Ogvorbis,
Remember? I’m in the UK, we still have them. Sort of. Mainly for decorative purposes.
I’m old enough to remember Superman changing in one though!
Louis
I just got over and read JT’s closing of the thread.
I am sad that he took “please figure it out for yourselves from the abundant resources available instead of telling us we have to be your personal tutors at all times” to be saying that he was “defending skeezy men”. And here I thought I was learning to use my words and communicate better. :(
Cicely:
I jumped down to this comment after having landed on Louis’s comment about “bewbs.” It was…. surreal.
Ms Daisy Cutter, #481,
Bewbs fly off in torrential rain?
WHY ARE WE NOT TOLD ABOUT THIS! IT’S A FEMINIST CONSPIRACEH! MAN-HATERS! YOU’RE JUST AS BAD AS THE PEOPLE WHO THINK RAPE IS A COMPLIMENT!
Louis
Sometimes Quirky – hello! What are you when you’re not quirky?
Sometimes Quirky, Occasionally Chagrined, Mostly Tap-dancing?
Ignore me, here are some dark chocolate buttons for your trail mix. I have ‘nym envy. I couldn’t recall where I had dragged my own ‘nym from, and then one fine day after two hours solid hiking slog, came across the monument to the fine mountaineering hero from which I hand pinched it. And realised my ‘nym was spelled incorrectly.
Congratulations Crip Dyke!
amblebury:
Hiya :)
I usually put it down as “Sometimes Quirky, Occasionally Grumpy, Mostly Cranky”, tbh. Especially when I don’t get the required amount of caffeine into my system :D
Ah! In that case, here are some chocolate covered roasted coffee beans for the trail mix.
:)
Ah, thank you! :)
A hyphen would have been apropos there.
Still, keep ’em guessing, eh?
Hi everyone,
Has anyone else seen this youtube video? One of my professors showed it to me and several of my friends, and we all agreed that it has got to be the most accurate representation of the last few days of the semester on the internet. The monotone makes it even better.
I got the new issue of NatGeo in the mail today, and I noticed that there was a short article discussing acupuncture in rats. According to the article, stress levels in the rats were down if they were pricked in their “natural pressure points”. I’ve always been very scornful of acupuncture, so I was really surprised to see an article in favor of it published in an educational magazine. Did anyone else read this? Is NatGeo peddling woo?
Also, I was checking out the new Sb site and I noticed that all of the old comments have been deleted! The Horror! All of the legendary battles with countless trolls and innumerable snarky comments have been lost. We’ll never be able to reread and laugh at the arguments with trolls like Davison, Mabus, and Kwok again. Sigh.
According to wikipedia, Pharyngula’s first post was on June 19th, 2002. Does anyone know if there are any plans for a big 10-year birthday bash next month?
Lastly, what’s with this weird Phawrongula site? Is it some sort of joke or are there really some people who are so obsessed that they created an anti-pharyngula website?
There was actually a movie where a giant boob was rampaging through the countryside, squirting people with milk. And the solution was restraining it with a giant bra. (IIRC — it’s been a looong time.)
I’m not joking. It was a Woody Allen movie, 1970 or thereabouts, and it was called Everything You Always Wanted to Know About Sex But Were Afraid to Ask.
For some reason I’m reminded of that scene.
One more question from a neophyte–
Does anyone know how to blockquote creationists in comic sans with the angry gumby icon? I’ve seen several commenters use it and I’ve always wondered how to do it myself. I’ve tried viewing the source code and using the HTML tags I saw around comic sans blockquotes, but they don’t seem to work in the comments. I know how to use regular but I have always wondered how to add the angry gumby icon. Thanks.
And I almost forgot–tomorrow is Towel Day! Don’t forget to bring your towel wherever you go. They’re the most massively useful things in the entire universe.
amblebury
*cocks head*
Me? Where should the hyphen go?
I’m guessing the seven cups of coffee I’ve had today are making me slow on the uptake :P
@betelgeux
It is both. It is a project of the obsessive and pornographic Franc Hoggle (Victor Ivanoff might be his real name) that he started up in response to the Pharyguwiki (also on wikia, which I can’t link to because it has ironically been blacklisted across the WWW as a spam site). Much of Pharwrongula’s content is written to be sleazy, which means it makes Hoggle and the rest of the pitizens at ERV laugh.
…I remember that. Oh gods. That was a real thing in the world.
*swipes Louis’s booze barrier and ducks self*
I seem to be missing an “n” in “Pharynguwiki” of #492. And I’ll add that I hope the loss of comments on the sciborg Pharyngula is only temporary. There were many conversations in those old threads that were important parts of Pharyngula culture and history, some of which were referenced by the wiki.
So, people, shed a tear for the menz. New German data shows that 1 in 12 male murder victims are murdered by their female (ex-)partners! Think about them, isn’t it horrible*. If you conveniently leave out the fact that 1 in 2 female murder victims are murdered by their male partners, it shows how much more men are victims of domestic violence than women.
*For the trolls: every murder is horrible
betelgeux – yes, I’ve seen that video, it’s very good. There are more in that style, I believe.
Pharwrongula isn’t an intentional joke, but it’s a joke nonetheless.
Sometimes Quirky, I ‘praps would have put a hyphen in the chocolate-covered. But then I’m fond of hyphens.
Coffee? I has none, as yet. Making some now, to bolster me for all that work (shudder) I’d best be getting on with.
amblebury – enjoy your coffee :)
I’d best head off for the night. I’m due to get up and out to work in 6.5hrs…and “get up” only works if I go to bed first.
Louis, wake up! That telekinesis dweeb is thinking xe can “go somewhere” with you! The audience demands full disclosure and BLOOD! :D
Grrr. My friend has scheduled her wedding shower on the same day as Pride. Because no one in Mennonite/Catholic-land would even consider that Pride is kind of a big event, and some of their friends might want to go to it. And she waited until 10 days before to send out invitations, so I have 10 days to stop being mad about the date, buy a gift, and find an outfit.
I will be so glad when she’s done getting married. Please tell me that brides become sane, caring, communicative people again when it’s all over?
[/ranting about social obligations]
Weed Monkey,
Anyone who thinks they are “going somewhere” when I have blatantly asked them to stand in the corner of my lab wearing a tinfoil (i.e. aluminium foil) hat as they try to stir my reactions by thinking hard at a magnetic stir bar in a flask and I hit them hard in the head with a rubber mallet, has far FAR bigger problems than I can help with.
I ain’t the one asleep my friend! ;-)
Louis