Yesterday – around 10:30 in the morning – our bird started freaking out in her cage and then the ground started shifting. This morning, a few minutes after 04:00, it sounded like the bird fell off of her perch and flapped around in the cage until I came to get her. She was really spooked. Come to find out: there was an aftershock at that time. I didn’t feel it but she sure as hell did. I’ve got a fluffy little seismometer that poops on my shoulders. Win-win.
Everyone is all, “I’m at the beach!”, “I’m at the pool!”, “I’m having amazing food and adventures and booze!”
Meanwhile I’m chained to the desk in my tech cave completing transfer of assets and writing termination of service notices. Ooooh! Up next? TAXES!
Tim Burton does Dumbo? After what he did to Alice in Wonderland? I cringed when I heard it. In the first day, Rotten Tomatoes is ranking at 64%. Color me not shocked.
Someone please start a new fast food restaurant that copies Chick-Fil-A’s entire menu. Do everything they do except meddle in the lives and rights of consenting adults. I’ll be happy to feed my family from there at least 3 or 4 times a month. Oh, and call the new restaurant, “Chick-We’re-Gay-And-It’s-A-OK!”
Thanks. Good chat.
I’m proposing we lose Columbus Day as a national holiday and replace it with the Monday after Super Bowl. I’m calling it, National “Bloated, Gassy and Kinda Hungover Day” but I’m open to suggestions.
Every action has short and long term results. Today, we’re planting the seeds for the next generation of enemies of our country. As these children whimper themselves to sleep on hard mats, under loud emergency blankets, in a cage surrounded by armed guards, we’re growing permanent enemies.
Regardless If they ever find their families again, these children will never be the same. They will remember the cold heartless void of humanity on our side of the wall and we will become the target of their revenge. They are hardening at this moment, and collectively we are the cause.
I don’t want to be a part of the problem, so I need to be a part of the solution.
Damnit! I hoped to share a beer and a story with you some day. You had a mastery of word and an intimate knowledge of the texture that makes us all human. I’m so sorry it was too much to bear. That part I understand. But I’m admittedly angry that you made your closest friend find you like this.
You’re going to genuinely be missed, Tony.
Start Taking Back Your Social Network in 3 Simple Steps:
1. Disable Notifications AND Location services – unless you’re using social media for your business, you do not need to be reminded to look at your mobile every 10 minutes, despite what advertisers think. Nor do you need to broadcast your location even while you’re not using an app. Your phone is already doing that for you.
2. Uninstall Messenger – this is the worst application and demands far too much access to your personal details. I installed it briefly and its constant nagging for access to my contacts list and demands to send me notifications just means that its gone, gone and gone.
3. Click the Remove button on every single “People You May Know” referral – I will write extensively about the problems with this part of the system later, but ultimately it does nothing to serve you.
There are further steps that can help ensure the best experience for you online, but these are the most significant to start reducing the noise that is flooding your feed and preventing you from connecting with the friends and family you came here for.
“[The EPA] recognized us [the Heartland Institute] as the pre-eminent organization opposing the radical climate alarmism agenda and instead promoting sound science and policy,” Tim Huelskamp, a former Kansas Republican congressman who now leads the group, said in a statement to the AP in a response to the newly released emails showing senior [appointed] EPA officials collaborating with a conservative group that dismisses climate change to rally like-minded people for public hearings on science and global warming, counter negative news coverage and tout Administrator Scott Pruitt’s stewardship of the agency.
This is precisely where my inner Louis Black completely flips the hell out.