Or at least why you should never stand next to a heap of drugs while they’re being burned. Not if you’re expected to sound intelligent. (H/T MJR) Source Source
Category: Humor
Just a quick note to thank you all for hanging in there and keeping things going while I’ve been hermitting more and blogging less. The Commentariat is alive and well! Thanks also for making up (big time) for lost time on Amazon. Seems everybody was just doing their Christmas shopping at the last minute this year. I was worried when November flopped, but you’ve made December very good, indeed. I also owe somebody a thank you for a gift that arrived this morning, an Opinel No. 8 carbon-steel folding knife (Amazon link for it). Has an impressively sharp blade and…
… is food. So says Mariah Doug the Pug. Source. Back later with part II of the cannabis capital story, but I couldn’t resist this.
Love it! Trekkies (and fed-up fliers) tell the TSA who’s boss. (H/T S.) For this couple, energy-efficiency has jumped the shark. At least they now understand and are willing to say what a pair of idiots they were to build such a house. Wow. That was some impressive pistol shot! Lyrics NSFW and hip-hop might not be to everybody’s taste. But Freedom Feen Neema Vedadi (with Mason Moore) has a way of putting freedom right in the face of a new generation: “See My Chains.” (Tip o’ hat to MD) If you’ve never been to the Buffalo Bill Firearms Museum…
Been saving a couple of these links for weeks and surely should have posted them before Halloween afternoon. But … oh well. Happy Halloween, anyhow. Here you have: 23 cats who are so very over their Halloween costumes. And 15 dogs who don’t seem to mind their costumes quite as much. (Although I wouldn’t be surprised if some of them plotted revenge against their humans (H/T Karen). And for the humans, paralympian Josh Sundquist says when life gives you lemons … make Halloween costumes.
Even with Ebola having turned up in the U.S., I’m with those who resolutely say don’t panic. Okay, so some guy who knew he’d been exposed to Ebola decided to get on a plane to the U.S. and he probably won’t be the last. That’s bad, though unsurprising. (If you thought you might come down with a deadly disease, where would you rather be?) We’re supposed to feel better because Liberia plans to prosecute him??? Okaaaay. And hospital personnel who knew he’d been in Liberia sent him away to expose more people. Because of “poor communication” or “a computer glitch”…
Sorry about the loooooong BHM-wide downage yesterday, guys. Oliver the webmaster tells me it was the result of a security update gone awry at the hosting company. But all should be well now. —– Today is the day The Great Roof Project begins! Two stages. The first involves returning part of the roof to its original form (after a long-ago “improvement” done by a committee of chimpanzees on a no-bid government contract). After that, the actual roofing crew comes in. Crews must coordinate with each other on timing. Weather holding so far. Might have a few nervous-making days. But winter…
“What I did after police killed my son.” The food insecurity lie. 12 graphs showing why people get fat. Oh, Canada. What you’ve reduced your people to. Airhorns? Seriously? Airhorns against thug barbarians? (H/T L.A.) Couple of weeks ago I linked to Ryochiji’s farewell to his Serenity Valley cabin as he prepared it as best he could against approaching fires. Good news; his cabin survived. Barely, but it made it. Yep, that would be about par for the course for U.S. surveillance priorities. Um … I’m really not sure why various news media keep presenting this as amusing. I know…
Well, did you enjoy your Labor Day? Or your Labour Day, for you in furrin parts who have enough leisure time to sit around adding extra letters to your holidays.
Did you spend sufficient time honoring (or is that honouring?) your public-sector overlords?
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I laboured all weekend — drywalling until I got worn out, then going outside and painting the house to relax. I got covered in powdery gypsum, then in latex paint, then in that gooey white joint compound that always seems to drop in fat, heavy, gelatinous glops no matter how careful you are with it. I cussed a lot and enjoyed every minute of it.