I’ll call the clinic again next Monday. Many things slow down over the festive season so even though it was supposed to be ready it probably isn’t, yet.
You know Hudson & Rex is a terrible advertisement for St. John’s, right? One percent of the population is Black and that’s not how the show demographics works…. also…. you know that they have like a murder a year and so in the first episode they blow through the murder rate like theysa going backwards.
Georgia turned blue, but it was the rest of us holding our breath. FUCK MITCH MCCONNELL.
While I’m in the mood, FUCK AIR CANADA.
If that link disappears, it’s to a story claiming that Air Canada is sending influencers on holiday to sunny places to pad their advertising budgets during A GODDAMNED PANDEMIC ….I mean I knew they were slimy bastids but that’s low.
Buns dough is in the bread-maker. I really am fine with never eating white bread again if I can have yummy brown bread buns fresh out of the oven within 2 hours of conceiving the notion.
In 774 AD the biggest coronal mass ejection in 10k years hit the earth. (Per Phil Plait the Bad Astronomer.) If the same thing hit the earth today satellites would plummet, the grid would fail, the internet would fly up its own asshole and choke and it would be weeks in many places and years in others before the power came back on. So thank your lucky stars you only live in an earthquake zone, lol
I’ll be wandering over to Planet Bachelor later today.
Letters to two Daves in the mail today. pOp’s getting a very big sketch of Baby Yoda.
No progress on UPSUN.
reddit user JjSerra photo credit
Next week. Waiting is.
Here’s a list of gender neutral words, quite thought provoking and useful.
Here’s a list of words to clarify language around slavery.
Speaking of language, even Wikipedia has troubles with shitposts:
credit NASA, ESA, STScI, A. Simon (Goddard Space Flight Center), M.H. Wong (University of California, Berkeley), and the OPAL team
Further cleanser, which is a stoat on a trampoline
and speaking of shitposts, which we weren’t, right? right? Here’s a lovely hit to the face of christian witness:
I meeped at Chipper for a while yesterday and she expertly diagnosed my problem and helped me get back on the rails. I’ve been sessile for a couple of days but I’ll be back to writing today. For background, coming up on 2nd anniversary of breaking my arm and losing the shop, so that’s probably feeding into the other issues.
I have a strong cup of coffee beside me and Jeff’s making more.
PLUTO FLYBY!!!! SO HAPPY.
I finally went on a trip through the Stargate with Jack O’Neill last night. Woke up with a big smile on my face, with his strictures ringing in my ears.
Buster just climbed the dead tree in the back yard. I could barely see him through the blinds. Wilde kittye!!!
I am not always smart about my physical limitations, and I worked on Mike last night past my ability. So I have a very sore right shoulder which I am being gingerly with, and also recognizing I’m coming up on two years for breaking my right shoulder in the first place…. and I’ll be throwing somatic fart bombs at myself to remind that on this day a bad thing happened, cause that’s how humans who understand a calendar roll. Stuff that’s on the surface gets stuffed under, like the motion of Kelvin-Helmholtz waves in that first mutual encounter with shear.
I want you to read it here first. If I’m wrong, I’m wrong with a big smile on my face. But I’m tellin’ you, the features on Pluto are not physical. They are clouds. The atmosphere is so cold that weather systems can form hexagons, and they are nose to tailing across the atmosphere like a dragon. I bet you also that the hexagons play crack the whip, and sometimes one of the hexagons will break off the end and die. The different colours of the surface are from the large scale weather systems picking up tholins off the ground where they’ve been deposited and mixing them with other compounds that change the albedo of the top of the atmosphere. It just LOOKS like physical features. Closer to the ground, pretty much everything is reddish orange. There are also scars from collisions and impacts but I think the picture we’re getting from Pluto is weather, almost all of it.
I’m taking myself off line for writing for the rest of the day. I’m in a very strange mental state and I just want to sit and try to process.
Last night Mike played Poems Prayers and Promises for me, by John Denver (I thought that it was a Denver tune before he told me, so I’m glad my ability to see another artist is not completely verkockt) and it was amazing.
Then he practiced the guitar portions of a bunch of classic Simon and Garfunkel, and that’s what I fell asleep to. Sometimes the simplest magic is the most powerful.
I’m feeding Ayesha, so I need to figure out when I’m heading over there this afternoon. I am SO HAPPY it started to rain. We all need it, physically, environmentally, emotionally.
I helped Paul pack and clean up yesterday… yes, he and Keith are moving Planet Bachelor into the third of the four apartments in the building they are in. They will very much enjoy having more space and a spare room.
Today I meet a former coworker for coffee and once again attempt to assemble the second section.
Philae lands today. I am quietly thrilled, and here’s something to watch about it.
Marylke’s taking me to Spamalot tonight! Woot!
The slow leaking death of the commentariat. Metafilter founder has some comments.
I won’t believe it until the cat is sleeping on the results. Washerless clean clothes.
Wanna know the current position of the ISS?
According to the Ubisoft What’s Your Hacker Name meme going ’round the internet, my pOp’s hacker name is M4ster Zero, and mind is Sh4dow Root.
Jeff loaned me the car yestterday, and I feel much better today!
The tiramisu I bought from Balkan House Restaurant yesterday was freezer burned, then thawed and left at a nasty temperature, and then re-refrigerated. It took about 45 minutes for the taste to get out of my mouth but I guess it had so many preservatives in it that it couldn’t sustain microbial life. Jeff, don’t eat it. I should go throw it out.
I ran into a pest control specialist yesterday who told me to abandon all previously purchased music programs and get this instead. I don’t feel like spending a thousand dollars on something that won’t likely run on either of the computers I currently own, but it sure would be nice to be able to sing into a computer and have notation spit out the other end.
A crazy ass seagull banged its bill repeatedly into the front door at work. Scariest sound I’ve heard in a while. In more pleasant news there are many geese families right out front of work right now but you can’t get too close because the parents will assault you.
Interviews for my replacement have commenced; the good candidates all want too much money. I don’t imagine they’ll get somebody like me any time soon for the price. And that’s the last I’ll complain on the subject, and I’m not naming names.
How’s everybody this morning? Good? Not so good!? Hm. Let me see what I can do about that.
Just when La Mami Naturaleza seems to have shot her last bolt in the weird department, along comes something like this. Do please watch the video.
I bought and now have used a bunch of equipment for my rehab. I am already stronger and more able to extend my arm forwards at 90 degrees. Jeff rolls his eyes when I do exercises while watching TV, it’s quite distracting.
Jeff’s first impressions of the Mac Mini. There’s something useful in there about the Home/End issue which people transitioning from pc to mac always trip over.
Hey, I don’t mind fashion when it looks like this. Possibly, erm, not suitable for work.
More evidence, although it didn’t need to be adduced, why Stephen Fry fucking RULES.
The Nepean Redskins will be changing their name and logo at the end of this season. VERY PLEASED ABOUT THIS. On the other hand there is this piece of dreck masquerading as a sports common tater. In a hundred years we will look back and wonder why the hell we did this to ourselves.
And in this Brave New World, homeless people use Bitcoins.
I could do this without breaking a sweat. After all, I’ve already done it, just ask Jeff.
The ISS space walk was successful! Go team Space!
Just for the headline (SFW)
This is a candle for Katie’s bestie, who is having serious problems with her first pregnancy. Katie will hang with her later today at a birthday barbecue.
Katie is going to go camping for May two-four weekend, first time since she was a kid. She is squee-level five looking forward to it.
I am going to go back to cleaning my room and doing laundry now.
Jeff and I stayed up, and were pleased when everything came out as planned. Al Chen should do an audiobook of classic porn, I’d buy the hell out of such a thing.
I made some steampunk bling for Otto yesterday.
Other than that my day consisted of me lying around attempting not to die from 28 degrees at 77 percent humidity yesterday. The air conditioner ran night and day. It was hot all through the house, basement included; I felt like a lizard panting on a rock all day. Miserably sweaty. Finally I dragged out one of the fans and it actually made a difference.
Mars landing today. It will either be an expensive failure or a spectacular success.
I think I’ll head off to Costco once it opens and pick up some serplies. I definitely want to do it before the sun is up too high.
I have fallen in love with fresh chard salad. Chop bunch of chard. Nuke until soft. Add butter and lemon. Refrigerate. Nom. It doesn’t get much simpler than that and my body provides very happy feedback when I ingest it. (Oh, iron… b vitamins…. you love me, you really love me!)
2020 says THIS SHIT IS TURRIBLE FER YER KIDNEYS
I really wish it wasn’t so hot. When it’s this hot at 8 in the morning it’s hard to get enthusiastic about any kind of physical labour.
Cleaned up the guest room, which used to be Katie’s dumping ground for all of her clothes (she refused to sleep on the guest room bed, always sleeping on the downstairs sofa). I have removed the last of the Katie debris, cold medication, her assessment from the fitness club, half an earring set and suchlike, and now I’m contemplating dragging the vacuum cleaner downstairs.
I just want to stay curled up in bed with a Dorothy Dunnett novel, except it’s too hot to even do that.
Gotta love the Germans: circumcision declared child abuse/harm to child.
There’s a fine line between narcissism and self esteem. What facebook is good for.
Don’t even get my brother started on dark matter/energy.
Now that mOm is watching SG1…..
Yes, wish I had some.
Fire up some way cool google search techniques.
Soup lunch went okay, but the really exciting news was the very tasty guitar stylings Paul threw on top of the new choon.
Zero-G (The Bed)
I’ve invented a bed, though no patent’s been applied for
and it’s the kind of bed (hint hint) … that is to die for
If there’s one thing that I know about our human race
it’s that we’re going to be having lots of sex in outer space
& I’ll love someone, love someone, love someone
who knows what to do in zero G
& I’ll love someone, love someone, love someone
who knows how to handle zero G
(and I know it’s microgravity!)
I believe that the design of my bed will prove out best
And I’m gonna need a quarter mil to put it to the test
and another quarter mil to launch a buddy for the trial
but I think you’ll need a crowbar if you want to lose my smile
I’ve designed my bed for two but in a pinch it will hold three
for you never know when someone’s going to think creatively
or be needing to accommodate some polyamory
I can’t predict its uses and that’s half the fun you see
So picture (if you will)… a tube of comfy fiber
now I have to bring more detail if I am to describe her
There have to be attachment points …two fore and two aft
I’m hoping you can picture this and I’m not going daft
there are 4 more in the middle to take care of Newton’s laws
for they anchor you and dampen out the bounce on roll and yaw
If you’re entertaining fantasies of being overpowered
You can weigh three hundred pounds and get tossed ’round just like a flower
Spoken: This is an important safety announcement from the Lo-Orbit No-Tell Motel. Despite what you may have heard about Zero G sex, you must still take the mass of every object you move into consideration or injury or death may result. Thank you.
There are bungees wrapped around the bed to keep you pressed together
and if you lose traction ankle straps are optional as tethers
If there’s too much bounce and wiggle the bed just self corrects
and it will work for anybody’s preference and sex
Apogee Perigee Zero-g to fade