The Onion’s amicus brief to the Supreme Court, which is very readable to a normal human being, a goal to which more legal writing should aspire. It is also quite funny in places.
The Onion’s journalists have garnered a sterling reputation
for accurately forecasting future events. One
such coup was The Onion’s scoop revealing that a former
president kept nuclear secrets strewn around his
beach home’s basement three years before it even happened.
The Onion files this brief to protect its continued
ability to create fiction that may ultimately merge into
reality. As the globe’s premier parodists, The Onion’s
writers also have a self-serving interest in preventing
political authorities from imprisoning humorists. This
brief is submitted in the interest of at least mitigating
their future punishment.
Might (OK, if nothing happens in the next 24 hours I will) be getting a new puppers. One of my vet friends texted me to come over. He has a couple pups given up by their breeder who showed evidence of a neurological twitch. Or maybe a brain infection.
But he is adorable and if sometimes he has to lay down because his front legs don’t want to work that’s ok. Hopefully it goes away, is an infection, or stays manageable, but even if he gets worse we can make him comfortable.
Same breed as our last dog, the vet says he wouldn’t have bought from her, she is a bit too close to a puppy mill for his taste, but for free and needing care it’s perfect. Fraggle’s size was a sport, so likely won’t be another 70 pounder, he is only have his size at this point.
Making my mom happy.
Since I moved back to my hometown a couple of weeks ago, I’ve been able to spend a lot more time with her. Every once in a while she’ll bring up some little inconvenience or problem that I’ll just fix. Last week it was a gift that I bought for her for Christmas a couple of years ago that was wearing out. I don’t know how you can wear through one of those foam kitchen mats, but I guess she wears her shoes in the house and that does it. Anyway, I just measured it and got her a new one. She mentioned that she can’t find a specific kind of freezer bag that she loves because the local company stopped carrying them. They’re a standard 5 and 8 pound poly bag that I easily found online, so I ordered a bunch for everyone in the family because they all use them. Now I’m the local hero. 500 of each should last a while.
It’s nice to be loved and needed and useful.
Apparently the CEO was impressed by myself taking ownership of an intermittent problem, and setting up a notification system to alert us of any problem so that we can be more proactive and not reactive.
It’s alive! My Windows 7 computer is working. I don’t remember what I tried before, but putting it in a different case with a new power supply is what made it work this time.
Next step: convert it into a VHS tape transfer unit.
We’re all recovering from a mean cold that was brought to our house by my sister-in-law’s kids last Wednesday. We’re still coughing, but the worst of it is done. Sorting through the wreckage and rebuilding now so to speak.
It supports multiple monitors, so you can have a “wall” of monitors all displaying nice landscapes as the camera zooms around in the valley.
Perfect for stress-testing USB-C (and USB) video adapters. Especially when you want to ensure your users will not be able to complain of laggy screens.
I wish I could feel this with my mother. She has a honey do list that just essentially makes me an unpaid handyman. Like I go down to fix a security light and while I am there can I install this dishwasher, fix the chicken coop, and redo her crown molding?
I have kids, grandkids (that she has never seen), and a shit ton of my own projects. We have a rough history, and I have forgiven 99% of it, but I am still carrying a grudge and instead of feeling like a needed son, I feel like unpaid help.
Yeah, this Friday I was just going down to pick up chickens. Now I am picking up and delivering firewood on my way down, installing a dishwasher, and cutting down some metal fencing for her to make a hoop house with. I have not been invited to her house to hang out or do something fun without a list in years.
Ugh, every time I forgive and move forward I end up right back where I started.
Air quality index is 169 at my house, which is… not great. Like, stay inside if at all possible not great. I hate it. Everything smells like smoke. I haven’t been able to go running or even much walking for weeks.
But you know what? My neighborhood and home are not on fire. It could be much worse–and is for some people not that far from me.
Got my flu shot this morning. That should hold me for another year.
I made the pharmacist laugh out loud. He gave me the shot and said that he hoped he didn’t do too bad of a job. I said, “As long as you haven’t compromised my waterproof seal, we’re good.”
