Althouse: Ice.

४ जानेवारी, २०२३

Ice.

@jacob_acrobat Quebec style. with @Hoops Désolé Circus ♬ son original - jacob_acrobat

२० टिप्पण्या:

Ice Nine म्हणाले...: Yes, what?; ४/१/२३, १२:४९ PM
Nobody म्हणाले...: Lol...I remember ice and icy lakes/ponds from my 15 years living in MI during my childhood. Living for 40 years in southern NM...it is a distant memory of which I do not regret leaving behind! Cool to see videos though.; ४/१/२३, १:०७ PM
n.n म्हणाले...: Ice, Ice, Baby; ४/१/२३, १:३३ PM
minnesota farm guy म्हणाले...: The end is certainly good for a laugh! What's with Ann's support of the Chinese sponsored Tik Tok? ( Sarc!); ४/१/२३, २:०८ PM
rhhardin म्हणाले...: Still, when they order food in Paris, the waiter gives them a menu in English.; ४/१/२३, २:१३ PM
Jupiter म्हणाले...: The Guvrimunt is making T-T illegal, and Althouse has figured out how to embed it.

Carry on.; ४/१/२३, ३:०२ PM
Lash LaRue म्हणाले...: Slick!; ४/१/२३, ३:१० PM
madAsHell म्हणाले...: Ice, Ice, Baby

In the future, everyone will have 15 minutes of lame.; ४/१/२३, ३:३८ PM
Readering म्हणाले...: That left a mark....; ४/१/२३, ४:४३ PM
n.n म्हणाले...: In the future, everyone will have 15 minutes of lame.

The future is past, present, and progressive. A minority, cluster, democratic effect.; ४/१/२३, ६:१६ PM
Nancy म्हणाले...: I can do the 2nd part of the clip! But not the 1st part.; ४/१/२३, ६:५५ PM
M Jordan म्हणाले...: Hm. I got this little feeling that the end was staged pratfalls.; ४/१/२३, ७:०२ PM
tcrosse म्हणाले...: Mon pays, ce n'est pas un pays, c'est l'hiver
Mon jardin, ce n'est pas un jardin, c'est la plaine
Mon chemin, ce n'est pas un chemin, c'est la neige
Mon pays, ce n'est pas un pays, c'est l'hiver....; ४/१/२३, ७:०३ PM
Saint Croix म्हणाले...: More Possible Excitement From the Afterlife Unless This Is Not a Prophecy and I Am Just Making Shit Up

Adolf Hitler is flying a plane filled with Jews.

Hitler: "Okay, boys and girls, we're almost at New Israel. It's very exciting, you'll love it."

Little Jewish Boy: "Mr. Hitler, can I have an autograph?"

Hitler: "No, you can't have an autograph. I told you six times. Where the fuck is your mother?"

Little Jewish Boy: "She's around. It would take you like 10 seconds to write your name on a piece of paper."

Hitler: "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Little Jewish Boy: "No."

Hitler: "You want it in English? You want it in German? You want in Hebrew? You want it in French? Or Japanese? I'm fucking learning Zulu. You want it in Zulu?"

Suddenly Hitler is naked and he's screaming in fear.

Hitler: "Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit! I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry, Daddy. Please don't send me to hell again. I can't do it again. I've been to hell nineteen times. Please not again. Please. Please. I'm really sorry."

Suddenly Hitler is fine again. He's no longer naked and he's fully dressed. Hitler is wiping the tears from his eyes.

Little Jewish Boy: "Mr. Hitler, are you okay?"

Hitler: "I'm fine. Sorry. Really sorry. Still learning how to be nice and G-rated. Listen, kid, I hate my name."

Little Jewish Boy: "You hate your name?"

Hitler: "I hate my name."

Little Jewish Boy: "Why do you hate your name?"

Hitler: "When I sign my name on a napkin, that napkin is worth $10,000."

Little Jewish Boy: "What?"

Hitler: "It's true. It's a very valuable autograph. Ask anybody."

Little Jewish Boy: "I never heard that."

Hitler: "Kid, you're killing me."

Little Jewish Boy: "If you don't give me a Hitler autograph, I'm going to call my Mom."

Hitler: "Please don't call your Mom."

Little Jewish Boy: "Mom!"

Hitler: "Oh no."

Jewish Mother: "What is it, Adolf?"

Little Jewish Boy: "Mr. Hitler won't give me his autograph!"

Hitler: "You named your son Adolf?"

Jewish Mother: "Why not?"

Hitler: "It's an unusual name for a Jewish -- oh my God you're German! You're German! You're German and I almost gave you an autograph!"; ४/१/२३, ७:४१ PM
Saint Croix म्हणाले...: Jewish Mother: "You know it's the afterlife. Everybody's happy and joyful. We're all in a super good mood. And you've been to hell nineteen times."

Hitler: "People still hate me. Believe it."

Little Jewish Boy: "Mom, they hate the shit out of him. His autograph is worth $10,000."

Jewish Mother: "Mr. Hitler--"

Hitler: "Please don't call me that. I hate my name."

Jewish Mother: "What name do you like?"

Hitler: "I like my nickname, Charlie Chaplin. I can sign that."

Little Jewish Boy (whispering): "Mom, Charlie Chaplin is worth $1, Hitler is worth $10,000."

Jewish Mother: "I thought your nickname was Twisted Sister."

Hitler: "My nicknames are improving."

Jewish Mother: "Why are your nicknames improving?"

Hitler: "I don't know. Nobody tells me anything. Please don't send me to hell again."

Little Jewish Boy: "Write the name Hitler on a piece of paper, your dirty old man."

Jewish Mother: "Adolf!"

Little Jewish Boy: "I'll send you to hell right now! Don't mess with me! I'll fuck you up!"

Jewish Mother: "I'm really sorry. Adolf, don't talk to people like that."

Little Jewish Boy: "It's fucking Hitler, Mom. I want to kill him and send him to hell! You're too nice, Mom! You're nice and you're liberal and weak. I'll send him to hell and we'll have $10,000!"

Jewish Mother: "I'm really sorry, Mr. Hitler."

Hitler: "Please don't call me that. Look, kid, do you know what happens when I sign my name on a napkin?"

Little Jewish Boy: "Yeah. The napkin is worth $10,000."

Hitler: "That's true. And then the napkin blows up, killing me, the little Jewish boy, his mother, and everyone else in the restaurant. Everybody goes to hell. Y'all go to hell for a split second. I go to hell for hours and hours. You don't believe me? Fine. Bring me a napkin and I'll give you an autograph."

Little Jewish Boy: "Mom, he's crazy."

Hitler: "I'll do it! I'll sign my name! The whole airplane will explode!"

Jewish Mother: "Shhhhhhh."

Little Jewish Boy: "Hitler is crazy! Hitler is crazy!"

Hitler: "I'll sign my name! I'll fucking do it!"

Jewish Mother: "Adolf. Little baby Adolf. You are loved. You are both loved. It's the afterlife. Everyone is happy."

Little Jewish Boy and Hitler: "No they're not!"

Jewish Mother: "All you need is love. All you need is love. All you need is love. I love Adolf. I love Adolf."

Hitler: "Holy shit."

Little Jewish Boy: "She's so embarrassing."; ४/१/२३, ७:४३ PM
Chris N म्हणाले...: Across from Mon Dieu, Fondue!, the old-timey mustaches grow so big the world fits inside.; ५/१/२३, १:४३ AM
Saint Croix म्हणाले...: okay, I promised a vision of hell for the ladies

I don't have much

sorry

maybe it's kind of like giving birth to a baby

without any drugs; ५/१/२३, ३:०० AM
Saint Croix म्हणाले...: and when "hell" is over (I'm suggesting it's 1 minute to 3 days of labor)

you give birth to a new soul

your soul

your beautiful and happy soul

and now you're ready to move on to your happier afterlife; ५/१/२३, ३:०१ AM
JK Brown म्हणाले...: Just goes to show you how precarious human upright balance is. Between the eyes, vestibular system and nerves in the feet, we are constantly correcting. All can be aligned for the very narrow range to function on ice. But a split second's inattention, the gross corrections kick in by habit and they are not calibrated for ice.; ५/१/२३, ११:११ AM
gpm म्हणाले...: >>Still, when they order food in Paris, the waiter gives them a menu in English

Perhaps my proudest moment the first time I was in Paris (mid-80s, I think). I went to Chez Jenny; said something like "une personne pour diner" to the maitre d' in my best "I took a year of French in college" voice, was seated, and got a regular menu. A few minutes later, they seated a German couple next to me that clearly got a tourist menu. As best I can recall, I had a wonderful choucroute garni, probably with a nice bottle of Alsatian riesling and a great dessert.

The main competition was when I bought a railway ticket at La Gare L'Est on the same trip. After asking for "un billet pour Brive," the nice young woman at the counter started chattering away in French. I was amazed to realize that I could understand that she was saying something to the effect that she didn't have enough "monnaie" and would need to go get some.

Another contender on a later trip was when I asked for a wakeup call at a hotel in Arles. I managed to get understood, even though I had the distinct impression that they weren't fluent in English.

On the flip side was another subsequent visit, where I went to the hotel I was staying at in Paris, said "J'ai une reservation," and the hotel clerk immediately switched to English.

--gpm; ५/१/२३, ७:४२ PM