[Content Warning: Poop, Medical Details]
Yesterday I discovered that I have a sort of a rareish medical condition. From the sound of it, its a medical condition that’s easy enough to have; and I ought to be able to not have it happen again if I am thoughtful.
[Content Warning: Cat Pictures]
I got some photos from Commentariat(tm) member Celeste H, providing empirical proof that at least some cats enjoy the defurring device.
This is one picture from the Saturn-V that I forgot to post. It’s worth it in its own right, in my opinion.
NASA’s done a good job producing a sort of “space disneyland” – probably for the usual reasons: it’s necessary to attract kids’ attention. It drives me a bit nuts when I see things being dumbed down for kids because their parents can’t handle it.
Lately, I’ve been listening to the 1865 podcast. [1865] I’m finding it interesting, illuminating, and well-produced.
I’ve been having a new problem with my handles, which I finally figured out.
If you’re not overreaching, occasionally, you’re probably not fully exploring your options.
A few months ago, I got a request from an old friend in the security world, to come teach a class for a group of young women that are being jump-started with an “information security boot camp” that is being run under the aegis of NASA.
A lawyer I was working for once described the doctrine of estoppel as “Seriously, now, who are you trying to kid?”
I’m not a big fan of professional sports. Generally, that’s got nothing to do with the sports, themselves, since the professionals typically play at the highest level of the game. My disliking for professional sports has more to do with my feeling that the audience places itself in a weirdly supplicant role that makes me uncomfortable; they act as though they know and feel something about/for the athlete, in spite of the rather obvious fact that generally, they don’t.