I got a fancy letter the other day, so I open it in this video.
Cool. I’m being sued for over a million dollars by a crackpot. Again.
Time to fire up the GoFundMe page again. Help out with our legal costs!
I got a fancy letter the other day, so I open it in this video.
Cool. I’m being sued for over a million dollars by a crackpot. Again.
Time to fire up the GoFundMe page again. Help out with our legal costs!
We just got back from dropping Skatje and Iliana off at the airport — they’re on the way home. Now I have to go back to being my usual sour, cranky, black-hearted self.
I snapped that picture after telling Iliana, after a long, unpleasant drive, that now she gets to go home to her daddy. I think she only understood one word of that, but it was the important word.
Yet another reason to break out the tumblers and guillotines.
Rich people paying to drink the water from the glaciers as they melt is so on the nose for this moment in time I think my brain just exploded. https://t.co/gXfNMl0LzL
— Erin Biba (@erinbiba) May 14, 2019
If you read the review of various over-priced bottled water brands, you’ll discover there exists a profession called “water sommelier”. Yeesh.
Meanwhile, in Flint, Michigan…
Took wife, daughter, and grandbaby to a Patriarchal Celebration of Traditional Maternal roles brunch.
Drove oldest son back to St Cloud.
Caught a groundhog.
Set it free, elsewhere.
Tired now. Baby isn’t.
we successfully captured a baby and her mother yesterday. is good baby. slept quietly through the night. still sleeping. hush.
I’ve only heard about it indirectly, from people who noticed it on legal databases, but I haven’t been served yet…because Richard Carrier is acting as his own lawyer, and he flubbed something in the filing so no papers were delivered to the accused. I’m still waiting. At least we’ve got our lawyer primed and ready to respond.
I got a lot of the detail from this extraordinarily entertaining video. Rebecca Watson recounts some of the documents Carrier submitted himself, in his defense, to show that no, he’s not creepy and obnoxious, no sir. She reads his own “evidence”, which does a very good job of showing that he’s creepy, obnoxious, oblivious to criticism, and completely unaware of boundaries. It’s amazing how his own incel-like emails demonstrate his lack of awareness.
Now I just have to wait for my own copy of the filing. No hurry. It’s all another silly, futile exercise.
This evening, my wife plunked a big box of old papers and junk in front of me and told me it was my job to sort it out and clean it up. I went through it obediently, even though I quickly discovered that it was mostly her old trash. There were a few gems scattered in there, though, and I pulled them out before tossing the rest into the recycling bin. It seems only fair that I get to post some of them.
Like her school photo from when she was in 4th or 5th grade.
Ah, yes. The Summer of Love, 1967. We were going to school together then. She’s still just as pretty, just a bit more mature, fortunately.
I guess it should be no surprise what happened 13 years later.
Now see what she’s done? She not only made me clean up her stuff, she sent me on a nostalgia trip.
We have a plan. First thing we’ve done is install a baby trap inside of our baby transport vehicle.
Once captured, the baby will be transported to our baby cage.
It’s a foolproof plan. Here’s the baby.
She arrives by plane tomorrow afternoon, we snare her upon arrival, and then race back to Morris. It’s going to work.
Unfortunately, this is a catch-and-release program, so we’ll send her back to Colorado early next week. That’s OK, though, this is kind of proof of concept, and we have a second grandbaby we can try and capture sometime.
That one may be more of a challenge, since he seems to be fully mobile and more capable of evasive maneuvers.
Police raided a home near Los Angeles and uncovered a stash of thousands of guns. They’re currently sorting through them trying to figure out why this house needed that kind of armament.
My first thought: cat ladies. There is a kind of well known obsession where individuals collect cats, they overrun their homes, the person is unable to keep up with the filth they produce, and the animals are neglected and suffer, while the person insists that they love their animals and don’t want to be parted with them, all while their home becomes an unliveable hazard. This is not to imply that having cats is a mental health issue, but compulsive and excessive hoarding might be.
Maybe there should be a recognized problem like “crazy gun hoarder syndrome”. Affects mainly older men. Leads to houses cluttered with rifles and handguns everywhere, so many that they aren’t properly maintained and constitute a danger to the resident and the neighborhood. Makes everyone wonder why they can’t control their obsessions. Needs to be dealt with with sympathy and social treatment.
What reinforces that idea are some of the comments on that video.
‘Adam & Ramona’ are clearly in the early stages of the syndrome. No, you don’t need 20 rifles and 10 handguns. You certainly are within the allowed limits of the law, but you’ve got a problem. Before you defend yourself by saying you’re a “collector”, well, that’s not an escape clause. Collect things that don’t kill people, OK? Or maybe he removes the firing pins from his historical archive of period self-defense tools, which are all neatly stored with labels in locked cabinets.
‘P G’ might have a problem, too. The police find a house packed to the rafters with murder sticks, and you’re concerned that the murder sticks might get scratched? Your priorities are kind of messed up, guy.
They don’t even have feline toxoplasmosis to blame.
Alternatively, of course, maybe the house owner will turn out to be a far-right wannabe terrorist with grand plans to take over LA with a hodge-podge of guns. That’s not good either. Or he was a petty crook running an illegal gun store to sell to people who couldn’t even pass the minimal gun checks in our law. Also bad.
There’s nothing good about any of this!
Go read these comments on a restaurant advertisement for ribs. They’re brutal. And there are so many of them, ripping savagely at these lovely beef ribs.
Then you learn…these are served by a Minneapolis comedy club that has booked Louis CK for 8 shows.
Goddamn ribs. They deserve it all.