Of course, evidence is now being presented to grand juries to obtain indictments, but here's the real irony:
Benghazi: investigated eleven times, and Trumpists still think it needs to be investigated again.
Uranium One: under investigation since 2014, and nada. Hillary was exonerated, but they want to go for it again.
Emails: Hillary was exonerated, but they still want her in jail.
None of those investigations are going anywhere. They've already been completed, but the Trump fan crowd still expects that something should happen.
The Mueller investigation is MOVING forward, and they want it stopped. Wonder why?*
Actually, that's not irony. That's pure, hyper partisan hypocrisy.
And don't forget the private email servers used by Trump's advisors. Oh, and we should have an investigation for the events at Niger while we're at it. Benghazi anyone!?
* Clown boy fired enough people who were already investigating him. Even threatened to fire the guy who wouldnt hold his water. Do keep that in mind.
I'm partway through the first of the three novella/novellettes, doubt I'll get that done by the time I have to leave.
Initially, I thought I'd just get straight on to writing my project report, but that seems a bit too daunting given how much else there is that is chaos, so for today I've picked three tasks to progress, with the goal to finish at least one of them. The goals are 1) short story judging, 2) close all the tabs, and 3) get email under control. The first one is quite reasonable to get under control today -- there are 9 stories (6 short stories and 3 novella/novellettes) remaining, so I should be able to get most of that done before I head home in a bit under two hours. The second I've been working through -- at this point there is no longer a scrolling list of open windows, but I've added a few things to the reading list (goal is to get everything I open closed each day, with things added to the reading list if appropriate). I've also followed up some emails that required going online, and then closed those tabs as well. Not sure how many tabs I have open in each of those, although I try and keep it to five or fewer as a standard. Email isn't really going to happen - there are 108 and 134 messages in my primary inboxes, plus many in my filtered inboxes, plus some put aside for 'later'. Getting that first one under 100 seems a reasonable goal, and the first part of that was getting all those with stories out of the inbox and into my reading folder! (which, yes, increased the number of stories to read)
so, to reading!
I'm still getting some amount of nausea following taking the tablets, but as I'm also experiencing significant pre- and post-eating nausea, related more to food intake than anything else, I'm not convinced that that is much of a medication related symptom. I'm still getting the odd patch of dizzy, including while skating on Saturday morning, so I needed to take a break from class and put my head between my knees for a couple of minutes, and then piked on the backwards spirals.
And weirdly, my skin doesn't hurt. I've become so used to a low level discomfort at anything touching me that I mostly just screen it out, but it kind of isn't there any more. Skin is still uncomfortable, but rubbing across the skin feels really weird, because part of the feedback just isn't there any more.
I'm still noticing ramping up of anxiety randomly through the day (particularly when I change tasks), but it doesn't appear to be hitting the highs that it sometimes does. Not sure how much of that is situational though. What I did notice last night was that lying down to try and sleep when I wasn't horrendously tired already wasn't quite as stressful as it sometimes is, and I didn't need to do the really rapid pattern counting thing that I have taken to doing, but was able to just lie there and focus on my breathing.
I am sick of having to suffer so a man can grow. What is this, every Hollywood movie ever made? I am tired of having to confess to someone else’s crimes. I am tired of showing up at the banquet dripping blood like Banquo’s ghost. This should be your ghost, not mine. I am not the one who should be ashamed that you have done these things. I am not here to make you see the error of your ways. I am here to get through my life every day without inhaling thick lungfuls of smoke.
Because that’s what this is. This is like getting people who have gotten cancer from secondhand smoke to come testify together as a way of solving the problem. But you are the one who needs to stop.
— Alexandra Petri, “Men of the world: You are not the weather”, The Washington Post
Mirrored from Under the Beret.
One day in the late 80s, I was back at my parents’ house, between semesters at University. “I think you look like my father,” my mother said, rather matter-of-factly, and somewhat out of the blue. She went off to another room of the house and came back with a cardboard stationery box that I had never seen before. Inside the box, she produced a large head shot photo of her father, Walter Dynes, for comparison purposes.
I’m pretty sure that I was in my early twenties. Until that moment, I had never her say a word about her father. I don’t think that she ever mentioned him again.
At some point in my life, I’d come to understand that her father had died quite a long time ago, and that the person I considered to be my grandfather was, in fact, her step-father. Certainly, by the time of the great grade 7 family tree homework assignment, the details provided by my grandfather clearly spelled out the three maternal grandparents. But my bio-grandad’s figure seemed to cast no shadow over my family: he wasn’t talked about, no photos were out, and no stories about him were ever told. When I refer to him, I often call him my “biological grandfather” — a term that feels distant and removed. But it also feels apt because he seems distant and removed.
My father’s father, Vidal Holmes, was also dead. He died shortly before I turned two. But I was aware of his absence in a way that I was never aware of Walter’s absence.
Mirrored from Under the Beret.
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But wait, let me get this straight, some crazy assholes gave him all kinds of shit for being *invited* to that thing (in place of women who rejected their own invitations)...
Now those same people are giving him shit for NOT going!?
Methinks some are just bitter hags taking out their own failures on somebody else.
Why should anyone be mad he isn't going to speak? He never should have been invited in the first place. Bernie folks seem to be all bent out of shape. Not speaking may be the smartest thing Bernie has actually done. I'm sure there are scads of brown Americans in Puerto Rico who would love to hear from the one of the whitest Senators in Congress all about the joys of single payer healthcare, evil billionaires, and free stuff.
A Black-footed Cat at Utah’s Hogle Zoo gave birth to a single kitten on August 23. Mom and kitten can now be seen on-exhibit in the Zoo’s Small Animal Building.
Although the kitten has had several veterinarian check-ups since birth, staff aren’t yet sure if it is male or female. The wee-one is up for the first round of vaccinations very soon, and keepers hope they will then know the sex and can choose an appropriate name.
The Black-footed Cat (Felis nigripes) is the smallest African cat and endemic to the southwestern arid zone of the southern African sub-region. Despite its name, only the pads and under parts of the cat's feet are black.
It is currently classified as “Vulnerable” on the IUCN Red List. The wild population is suspected to decline due to bush-meat poaching, persecution, traffic accidents and predation by domestic animals. The species is protected by national legislation across most of its range, and hunting is banned in Botswana and South Africa.
Males reach a head-to-body length of 36.7 to 43.3 cm (14.4 to 17.0 in) with tails 16.4 to 19.8 cm (6.5 to 7.8 in) long. Females typically reach a maximum head-to-body-length of 36.9 cm (14.5 in) and tails 12.6 to 17.0 cm (5.0 to 6.7 in) long. Adult resident males weigh on average 1.9 kg (4.2 lb) and a maximum of 2.45 kg (5.4 lb). Adult females weigh on average 1.3 kg (2.9 lb) and a maximum of 1.65 kg (3.6 lb). The shoulder height is about 25 cm (9.8 in).
Due to their small size, they hunt mainly small prey, such as rodents and small birds. Insects and spiders are a small supplement to their diet. Black-footed Cats hunt mainly by stalking, rather than ambush.
Females reach sexual maturity after 8 to 12 months. Gestation lasts from 63 to 68 days. A litter consists usually of two kittens, but may vary from one to four young.
Females may have up to two litters during the spring, summer, and autumn. They rear their kittens in a burrow, moving them to new locations regularly after the first week. Kittens become independent by five months of age, but may remain within their mother's range.
Right. Offense. Junkertown. We're inside, but haven't been inside for long, on the last leg. I am in full-bore Manic Pixie Murder Machine mode, I end up with some very large and enjoyable kill streak that I card for, all that. That's all fairly normal.
But I've never been the greatest with Tracer's bombs, right? They're everybody's weak point because they're so damned random and often just won't deploy and even when they do sometimes they just don't go off. This has been seen in pro play, even. But today was not that day.
'Cause I've just killed their Mercy and their Hanzo and somebody else in their backfield (maybe their Junkrat? I forget who, I was doing a lot of backfield killing and they were not picking up on it) and their D.va comes charging by out of the shortcut just as I'm looking back towards my team and the payload to see what's up.
So I empty both clips into the back of her mecha a couple of times, getting her about, eh, 60% down or so? And just as she jets away, I follow it up with my Tracer bomb.
As I'm doing this, she hits her nerf. Her mech goes flying forward, into the rest of my team, and...
...my bomb goes off, and her self-destruct doesn't.
That's right. NERF THIS CANCELLATION MOTHERFUCKERS. She lost the ult completely, straight up cancellation, had to earn it back from scratch. In other words: nerf this? No, nerf this.
I didn't even think you could do that. I didn't know it was possible.
They didn't even give me play of the game. WRONG. I know who had play of the game. It was me.
eta: IT SHOWED UP IN MY HIGHLIGHTS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA :D