On the anti-snitch book: Thanks to enthusiastic input, the anti-snitch book (booklet, really) is outlined, reality-checked, and ready for writing. Unforeseeable circumstances held the project up for three weeks, but we’re rolling again now. Thank you to all who’ve contributed so far and all who’ve offered future help. We’ve got some great material. On Sweetie the heeler Speaking of a little help from friends, Sweetie the heeler (now called Georgia) is doing well several weeks after her first immiticide treatment for heartworm. Her two foster “dads” dote on her and they and Sweetie are being very patient with the endless…
Category: Miscellaneous
A certain “victim of the American drug war” has wisely said goodbye in her own inimitable style to posting about her experiences as a snitch. Apparently, she’s been in this mood for a long, long time — though I suppose it’s “statist” of me to say so. Speaking of statist, a gifted Virginia schoolboy has been suspended for touching the American flag. We may live in a police state. But at least we can still drink our troubles away. Idaho is going to permit Five Wives vodka to be sold after all. But only after a famous lawyer threatened to…
Well, sort of. It’s now called EcoQue, which may be a horrible name, but at least hits its prime audience right on target. Okay, okay, what’s a Pyromid? Or an EcoQue? (I hear some readers asking.) It’s this, among other things: … The cleverest, best-cooking portable grill ever. And for a decade or more it’s been half-impossible to get. —– Back in the 1990s at some otherwise-unremembered preparedness expo, my then-Significant Sweetie, Charles Curley, and I saw a Pyromid being demonstrated. It folded down flat and slipped into a tiny case. It unfolded in a flash. It cooked on an…
As Joel blogs on his bad days, “I got nothin’” today. I’m tired, whacked, gloomy, and was awake half the night pondering The Meaning of Life and other imponderables. So here’s a cool jumping cat gif for ya, courtesy of A.G. I’m filing it under “dogs” because I don’t have a cat-agory. Consider me inclusive and non-discriminatory. If you’ve arrived with NoScript, you may need to allow Feedburner to see the gif at work. Or go here.
Sign of the times: that the FBI can create a new secret police to spy on the Internet and the big reaction is a nationwide yawn. Is it information overload? Outrage fatigue? Or just acknowledging the reality that “our” government is so out of control, so committed to secrecy, and so determined to rule us no matter what we do that our activist energies are better directed elsewhere? Is the building anger against government so big that it blows right past new secret police agencies? —– Why would this be okay — really, seriously, why would this be judged entirely…
Yes, Jim. You’re the only person celebrating this anniversary. If you’ve been holding on to any Bigfoot or Yeti DNA, now’s the time to get it analyzed. Why don’t people tell leaders the truth? Heck, why don’t leaders tell people the truth? “Game of Drones.” Depressing. What English sounds like to people who don’t speak it. This is a hoot — not to mention a good dance video. How Spam, the meat*, has survived spam, the … well, you know. Uh oh. Another city government is after another front-yard veggie grower. Train your brain to monk-like focus. Have to try…
Sigh. Well, this is embarrassing. Old security-conscious me got my Twitter account hacked. More later when I figure out exactly how I stumbled into that. (Started with a perfectly innocuous direct message from someone I follow — which of course wasn’t actually from that person.) But if you follow me on Twitter, know that I’m not tweeting about marvelous new weight-loss products. Do not click on any such links or any links in any direct message purporting to be from me! And if you’re one of the zillion people who just sent me a DM wanting to get it on…
How many federal laws are there? Let us (try to) count the ways. A rarity in the rare book room. While I doubt that many readers of this blog want to walk down the street looking like this, it’s a brilliant thing that young fashionistas are thinking of avoiding facial-recognition cams. I could picture Jeremy and Cedra got up like that. I know your heart’s in the right place, Downsize DC. But if congressthingies have become so irresponsible and depraved that they don’t bother to read the bills they vote for, what makes you think that writing to the culprits…
I went to a tea yesterday. Yes, an actual tea. For charity. With big flowery hats on the ladies. And cucumber sandwiches with the crusts cut off (which, for the record, turn out to be absolutely delicious). One woman wore a wildly purple Central American native dress and a red thrift-store hat with bangles all around that looked like a lampshade. A young acquaintance of hers died last week and she’s aware that our mutual friend J. has pancreatic cancer. To hell with it, says the lady in the bangled hat and floral-toned muumuu, who last I saw her was…