I love Dolores O’Riordan’s story. I’m a sucker for poor Irish lasses.
It’s a singalong, everybody!
It is the Lord’s will that you not remain sober all the days of your lives. It pleases Him that you do not.
The Hispaniolan Edible Rat became extinct no later than 1546 AD.
Other species that were wiped out shortly after European settlement include the Cucumber-faced Lumbering Delicious Sloth of Massapequa and the Flightless Ham-sandwiched Lardbird of Nova Scotia.
The world has become less tasty for their loss.
Who are the adults of the adult world? Lawyers. That’s why everybody hates them, and nobody can do without them.
$151,000, just sitting there in a market-tracking account, makes as much money every year as a full-time minimum-wage worker.
In a Vanity Fair story:
“Recent allegations made by media commentator Judge Andrew Napolitano about G.C.H.Q. being asked to conduct ‘wiretapping’ against the then president-elect are nonsense,” the British spy agency said in a notably pointed statement. “They are utterly ridiculous and should be ignored.”
This is the first evidence I’ve seen that foreign governments think Trump is an authentic moron, and they have no qualms with politely saying so out loud. Good for foreign governments!
Q: “What do you think about the people who came up with this crazy-ass conspiracy idea?”
A: “They are utterly ridiculous and should be ignored.”
Later in the story, Trump refuses to apologize, and says he was only quoting someone: “All we did was quote a very talented legal mind.” Hey, you can probably walk fifty paces in any direction from your chair in the Oval Office and find somebody standing there who knows the answer, and will tell it to you. You god-damned moron. This “I don’t know, I read it somewhere” shit is horrifying coming from the president of the United States and needs to stop.
People, the only reason we know about things is the press. People.
We wouldn’t know about Russia or China or global warming or Trump or Wikileaks without the press. We wouldn’t know fuck-all. The press is *how* we’re free.
People, people, people.
If Hillary Clinton is elected, it will mark only the second time that a married couple has been elected individually to the Presidency, following Grover Cleveland and husband Benjamin Cleveland Harrison. Truly a remarkable accomplishment.
“Beware March 15th. It’s next week, I think it’s a Thursday.”
We die more complicatedly and with more nuance than ever before. In comparison, the ways our fathers and mothers died were larks, pieces of cake. Smug, but as citizens of the 21st century, the best century, we’re entitled to be smug.
I imagine a hundred years from now people will look back at the desperately uncomplicated ways we died in the 21st century and chuckle, but I also imagine those people to be insufferably smug, insufferably so.
I saw them on a trip Deep South, and then again on another trip Deep South, during the last few months. They are spectacular. Clearly, they are not spectacular in the way that bombs exploding or cop cars careering through the streets is spectacular; they are spectacular in that their beauty and natural rarity allow (almost force) a communing with people from other ages who’ve seen these things over the eons.
The phenomenon that there are adult people who don’t care to understand how mindblowing this convergence of physics and human observance is frightens me to my core.
I fucking told you so.
A normally-proportioned person cannot effect changes on a haptic device (eg: Iphone, Kindle) with their toes. Toes are too far from the electric resonances occurring in the heart that drive haptic responses to allow an effective interface. You can discover this for yourself, while, for instance, shitting on your toilet while reading a Kindle placed on the floor in front of you. A page sweep attempted with either big toe will not elicit the expected response from the device.
Now: you know.