Friday Ephemera

When trees fight back. // Every kid wants Batman teeth. // Vibrating constipation pills. // Blood worm. // Crows and coat hangers, the great mystery of our time. // Perfect shots. // Portable swing. // A tempting offer. You go first. // At last, scorpion pizza. // The fire makes it go faster, right? // Max and Ralphee. // Fermented herring explosions last for six hours. // Lava meets surf. // Lost cities found by satellites. // Synopsis of note. // All of Bach, performed weekly. // A guide to rappers’ vocabulary. // The jogger’s bell. // Brothers. // They call them knobs. // Math or maths? // Minimal tweeting. // Made of sand. // This is one of these. (h/t, PootBlog) // And finally, a live feed from orbit. Can you see your house yet?

Comments

[dicentra]

"Fermented herring explosions last for six hours"

Headline at link: "Fermented herring explosion causes a stink"

Poor headline writer: That was the only headline possible; any other would have aroused the masses.

[Rafi]

Vibrating constipation pills.

It's a brave new world. I bet they didn't have those on Star Trek.

[JuliaM]

"Max and Ralphee. "

Awwwww.....

"At last, scorpion pizza."

Don't tell me THAT'S halal too!

[svh]

A tempting offer. You go first.

Guild of Evil recruitment centre?

[David]

Guild of Evil recruitment centre?

Oh dear me, no. The Guild of Evil’s recruitment methods are much more civilised.

[Nikw211]

The jogger’s bell.

Is the real reason for the brass in the bell so that it can double as a knuckle-duster in an emergency?

I suspect liberal use of such an accessory is likely to coincide with a massive upswing in the number of 'emergencies'.

Dinging that tiny little bell as if one had a greater claim than the hoi-polloi on the crowded pavements of the small yet densely populated UK town where I live would be only marginally less successful as an incitement to a bout of open-air fisticuffs than such well-seasoned classics as 'What the f**k are you lookin' at?', 'Are you lookin' at our lass?' or 'Oi! C**T!'

[Joan]

Blood worm.

KILL IT WITH FIRE!

[lurkio]

Vibrating constipation pills.

This is why the first blog I read on Fridays is this one.

[Jacob]

Made of sand.

Nobody sneeze.

[John D]

Dinner party wine bottle calculator.

[Henry]

I can't help thinking that 11 hours of Tibetan bowls-inspired meditation is overdoing it maybe just a little bit.

After, say, 2 or 3 hours one might feel one was relaxed enough, that will about do for the time being.

Might even be feeling a little peckish by that stage, I don't know.

[Spiny Norman]

Blood worm.

For once, the YouTube comments were worth reading. Hilarious.

[Jonathan]

Re: This is one of these,

Spike Milligan recalled a lecture he and his fellow Service artistes were given on VD before entering Austria for the first time:
" The Medical Orderly activated the projector and as the M.O spoke, we were subjected to a series of slides of mens genitals all in various stages of VD, from a small spot to a great red hanging blob. These were accompanied by cries of " Hard luck mate" and " Stick to wanking". It took about twenty minutes and then we were driven back to the Hotel."