I read this Ga license plate as indicative of somebody who was not a fan of Jamie Zawinski.
On a positive note, I couldn’t figure out why it was offensive until reading the article. Yay! I’m probably not a racist!
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Things I find interesting
I read this Ga license plate as indicative of somebody who was not a fan of Jamie Zawinski.
On a positive note, I couldn’t figure out why it was offensive until reading the article. Yay! I’m probably not a racist!
Once again, we start with things overheard:
And continue with geeky things:
General interest:
And a special collection of pumpkin seed roasting recipes
Time to core-dump!
Adoptive parents do more, study says
Despite the fact that the study excluded same-sex parents, I feel good about how we’re raising G!
We went out to see stand-up comedy, spur of the moment. The headliner was Marc Maron.
Interestingly, between the opening act and the headliner were two acts — where there usually is just one.
What made it a once-in-a-lifetime thing? Every act was strong. Honestly, there was no weak material. I’ve never had that happen before in my life.
Oh, and it’s too late. They’ve moved on.
Oh, and we got in under the wire. No, they didn’t sell out, no SRO here. I’m pointing out that in a few weeks I could have had to sit through Craig Shoemaker again.
I am aging, but still under 40. That’s when I fully expect to go from “nearsighted” to “unable to read a menu in the same time zone”.
I’ve gone from -1.25/-1.5 to -1.5/-1.75, though for contacts, she prescribed both to be -1.5 — in anticipation of my turning 40. No signs of gloucoma, no astigmatism. They took baseline photos of my retina.
Everything was fine until she manually checked my peripheral vision with my pupils dilated. Then, we stopped being friends. For a few moments. I’ve got a followup visit on the 6th to see how the contacts she gave me are working out.
These images from the FAA are both beautiful and interesting.
We stayed in a hotel in downtown Chicago. This place, which I will not name, was not only non-smoking, but smoker-hostile and smug about it.
So, late in the cold, windy weather, I bundle up and go out front to smoke before I go to bed. Two gentlemen are there already, one smoking, one standing behind the valet podium. The man behind the podium had something that caused him to spasm regularly — perhaps ALS, perhaps MS, I thought it unkind to ask. Soon, this person asked the one already smoking for a light. It took them several tries, including one discarded cigarette, but they got the job done.
Then the other smoker finished up and went in.
Then, a car pulled up.
The driver and his wife got out. She went inside, while he gathered up things to take in, all the while watching the two of us smoke. I was standing off to the side, while our spasming friend was back behind the valet podium.
The driver then came up to me, and whispered:
Are you the valet?
The only thing I could do was to shake my head no, and smile an almost-evil smile.
Grace and I have been busy.
It is now 14 below. We’re staying warm, watching the game, and eating chili.