Every morning I wake up and ask out loud, “did Trump resign last night?”
Every morning I wake up and ask out loud, “did Trump resign last night?”
The investigation into Trump’s crimes has done exactly what I was afraid it would: it has discovered that the entire upper level of the administration is part of the conspiracy.
I’ve been really enjoying the Citations Needed podcast; though I have to say that their topics are not “fun”; the enjoyment is intellectual, probably because I get a lot of little dopamine surges from my confirmation bias kicking in.
In my opinion, there are some apologies that are worse than nothing. If a course of action is harmful or annoying to others, yet we choose to pursue it anyway, it is a considered action; presumably we have weighed the pros and cons and decided that it’s still worthwhile.
Bulk mailing a big chunk of Pennsylvania has to be a bit expensive, right? Or maybe not. Perhaps I should write some of my own poetry and bulk mail everyone; then I can claim I am “widely published” or something.
Experiments are still my favorite thing to build, because they always come with some new problem-solving sets.
I know that cosmetic things don’t improve machinery’s lifespan or behavior.
One of the things that creeps me out about Mayor Pete is the corporate consultant-gabble that he sometimes drops into. It makes sense: he worked for McKinsey in his 20s, as one of the drones in the giant cash-extractive machinery of big dollar consulting. That’s where he learned to proactively leverage his synergies, I bet. [stderr]
Recent discussion [stderr] got me thinking about safety shoes. For the last two years my official forging shoes have been a pair of old Timberland “euro hikers” (that I wore to Chernobyl) but I know that the laces are flammable because I already set them on fire once.
I don’t know why we should assume that creatures with such different nervous systems “dream.” Perhaps it is doing something analogous, or perhaps it’s just bored or showing off.
