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Yeah- been listening the Skepticon videos... especially PZ Meyers. Skepticon is sorta like a Burning Man for Nerds. I'm going to one soon... just to get drunk and hang out with these assholes.
Yeah... one of the markers i used as a "consultant" was to note the number of Dilbert cartoons in the cubes. I can get a yuk out of Dilbert now... but for a while. it stopped being funny. Well... now it's time when the right thing now is to offer the fundies in Krakkerland a nice hot cup of STFU. They're going batshit crazy.
The skeptics today reminds me of the Abolitionists then... and the secular folk coming out of the closet.
What really got Dilbert for me was the raw incompetence of some people on top of the food chain. But they had "Leadership!" Nobody could doubt Howard's courage. Crawling into Lincoln's head... I think Howard's XI Corps command was to put a hard-core English in charge was an attempt to paper over the Know-Nothing attitude against the Germans.
Been studying so hard I missed this post in April - but "expressive signalling" (that's right, of course it's got two l's, why would anyone want to leave one of them out) is just what I needed to read about today. Thanks Waldo.
"Party Hearty" seems to be the airhead creed. I can dig it. Eat, drink and be merry. Right. I'm down with that. But as a condescending asshole, I can't help thinking: what if i survive this thing. How can I loot the melted gold watches off airhead blackened corpses? Because, unless I am just as abysmally stupid as they are, I probably won't be incinerated in the burning house. Shit. That's just a metaphor.
what good is "gold" going to do you in times like these?
Now I got the internet back... it was out for two days... another story.
There was a car crash behind the house last night. Home alone as usual. Except for Sid: my eyes and ears. Heard stones popping on the driveway. Then lights. Then barks. The cops were inspecting my car. Is this your car? Yep. Bark bark bark. The cops didn't like the dog and the feeling was mutual. This car hasn't moved for days. Somebody ran off the freeway. The Reagan Expressway... also another story. Had to put Sid inside. Deputy came from the highway.
New Chevy Impala went through the wire, hit the ditch, became airborne and landed upside in one of our trees. Quite a night. They cut him out, and looked conscious on the stretcher and the EMS took him away... no lights or sirens. Extracting the vehicle took much more time. It was unbelievable he survived. Nothing but the passenger crush zone left intact. That tree caught him in the air and saved his life. Haven't gone back to check the damage much. It was uprooted.
Like me. Got the walking-paper proposal. and a sketchy timeline of about 60 days.
Jesus, Waldo. "Is this your car?" WTF did your car have to do with the event? Strange days. Witnessed something similar the other day. Some guy managed to end up overturned and wedged in a fence surrounding a local apartment complex. And this was on a side street where the speed limit is 35. The guy was laying on the ground, outside his car, screaming in agony. Cops standing around waiting for the EMT truck. I see weird shit everytime I leave the house.
Pan, glad you checked in with us. I think the answer to your question is yes. Especially, if you don't like your neighbors.
Been considering a move ourselves. But being middle class folks, our choices are limited because middle-class neighborhoods are disapearing. On the Reagan expressway, we've all become either 'poors' or 'mores'. On my own street, two houses previously owned by wealthy people are now owned by east coast investment companies and rented out. One owner went bankrupt and the other owner was busted for selling stolen goods.
Bottom line: if you aren't rich, might as well buy a trailer because if you buy into a middle-class neighborhood, it's guaranteed to become squalor.
That said, here's an interesting article I found about Seattle's changing demographics. Beginning to resemble medieval England.
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Home is Where You Are (2015 version)
Where is home?
I once wrote:
"Home is where you are. Correction, home is where you and the two cats are."
Moved fifteen times in the last 25 years.We left Miss Becky's ashes in Tacoma and buried Fatty in Pocatello. You are in Tallahassee and I'm in the "little apple" in Kansas.
The house in Tallahassee hasn't been made our home yet and I'm not allowed to make the apartment in Manhattan a home if I want my security deposit back. If home is where you are then I am living in an apartment 1100 miles from home in a house that isn't home yet.
"there's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home".
Just woke up in Kansas and you weren't there.
Internet meme from a few years ago about the woman who decided to "restore" an ancient church fresco becomes an opera
Eye askew:
Which one looks more like what will be
stepping through time on Disclosure Day?
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