Thirteen

I’m not triskadekaphobic, because I’m not in any way superstitious.  In fact, I got my job at the Great Big Research Company (Seffrican division) on Friday 13th, August 1979 and I never looked back.

I knew one otherwise ordinary guy who was so afraid of the number thirteen, and Friday 13th in particular, that he would take the day off work and stay in bed, drinking only water all day.  Other than laziness, the only reason I would stay in bed in Friday 13th was if Nigella Lawson was in it.

And so would anyone else not a homosexualist.

I never understood superstitions, by the way.  I know that some of them are rooted in past customs — e.g. not spilling salt (because salt was really expensive back in the day) — but getting all worked up about a black cat crossing your path?  Give me a break.

People in Roman  times would pay a soothsayer to tell them whether it was safe to travel by having the soothsayer “read” an animal’s entrails (which had to be fresh — no PETA back then, obviously).  What people don’t know is that our Dr. Fauci can trace his lineage all the way back to Roman soothsayer Gaius Faucissimus in 87 B.C., so he’s still in the family business of making money off ignorant people.

Don’t get me started, because where superstition is front and center, can religion be far behind?

I’ll just leave the topic alone, but here’s another pic of Nigella recumbent.

Quote Of The Day

Glenn Reynolds:

“Why do the lefty media always have to puff people up into bogus heroes?”

Answer:  because otherwise, their only heroes are murdering bastards like Stalin, Mao, Guevara, Lenin, Trotsky, Castro, Chile’s Allende and Venezuela’s Chavez (just off the top of my head;  there are LOTS more).

Revelation

A couple Christmases back, New Wife admitted to #2 Son that she had no idea what animé was, whereupon he gasped in shock.  I was a little scornful, because my only  exposure to the genre had been the kiddie junk seen on TV during the kids’ childhood.  And New Wife can hardly bear to watch cartoons, of any kind.

But the thought obviously rankled him, and being a thoughtful and considerate boy (okay, man:  he’s now 31), when he came on Monday to visit us for his birthday week (family tradition, don’t ask), he brought New Wife an animé movie to watch.  And so we watched it together last night.

What a revelation.

Satoshi Kon’s Millennium Actress  is an absolute tour de force.  The story is compelling, the time/space continuum jumps are seamless — the latter are better than any other movie I’ve ever seen, in any format — and the plot is faultlessly written.  It is, quite honestly, a perfect movie.

#2 Son also revealed to us that his favorite Christmas (?) movie is Tokyo Godfathers  (also directed by Satoshi Kon), which means it’s high on my list.

If you’re a fan of the animé genre, you’re probably laughing at me right now (and that’s okay);  but if like me you’re an ignoramus of the genre, then you owe it to yourself to watch it — just as much as if you’d never seen a black-and-white movie before, you’d have to watch one of the classics made by Ernst Lubitsch, Elia Kazan or John Ford.

He’s left us a few others, carefully selected because he knows my taste in movies.  I can’t wait to watch them.


Afterthought:  I have to admit that this is not the first time #2 Son has done this to me:  he also turned me on to Archer  and Arrested Development, to name but two  Needless to say, I trust his judgment a great deal.  Oh, and one of his Christmas presents to me, many years back, was the boxed set of Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers’s dance movies.

News Roundup

News even sillier than normal — whatever “normal” means.


like nobody saw this coming.


and that’s  because there is no specific plot.  Actually, the violence will come from either the Biden Administration or its paramilitary groups, like Antifa or the FBI.  There’s far more evidence of that.


they should send it all to Africa, where it will rot in warehouses without ever reaching the people who need it most — like most aid sent there.


….and only our State Department couldn’t see this coming:


proving once and for all that we should have just nuked the place instead of invading it.

On a related note from another Muslim shithole:


ah yes, that “Muslim enlightenment” shows its face.  Likewise:


,,,

And now, a Corona break:

 
…and:


meanwhile:


the next funeral for Irony will be held at a time TBA.


although I always thought Robin was just Batman’s rent-boy, so this might actually be an improvement.


my question is:  when the hell did 11-year-olds start having proms?

From the “You’d need a heart of stone not to laugh” department:


I guess temper tantrums  sometimes have consequencesKey word: Russia.

Now comes the time for sex:


yup;  once he got his cherry popped, the government lost all interest.


Dr. Kim sez:  sometimes a threesome can be beneficial.


surprisingly good advice.  Cue feministical outrage in 3…2…1…


for those who missed it, her “abs” are that little bit under the overhang.

And on the same topic, more or less:

Ellen Davies, now 21, from London, decided to change her lifestyle aged 16 when she was forced to travel two hours to find a prom dress that would fit her

but trust me:  you really don’t want to see the “Before” pics.

Here’s a better example:

Quote Of The Day

Brit teenagers have just learned the final grades of their A-level studies (no exams because WuFlu), which are important because it helps determine much of their future prospects of getting a decent job, placement at universities (except as in the post below) and so on.

And then you have Clarkson’s take:

(The “U” basically says, “He did the exam”.)

He left out one detail, however:

The man is a national treasure.