Cripes, and now there goes Morgan Freeman.
Fame corrupts just like any other powers, I guess.
The right vs free speech Show more
The far right hates free expression. The real thing, not their faux Freeze Peach version which allows them to say what they want and silences everyone else.
The mask is slipping pretty bad these days, and people like this aren't even pretending any more. And the "moderate" right lets it go on, because hey, they're winning elections. Grumble about it (in hushed voices), but still vote on that side.
Politics Show more
So Nazi punching bag Richard Spencer finally admitted out loud that the alt-Right really doesn't give a shit about Free Speech.
It's been obvious all along that it was a strategic tool to allow people like him, the Pepes, and all the rest to poison the discourse without opposition. It's pushing hate at a captive audience, then screaming censorship when someone objects, and abusing the rules, nothing noble about it.
More GRS planning nonsense Show more
Cripes, I'm glad I called up the office in Montréal. Not only was I able to confirm that yes, I have to go up two days early instead of one, but THEY CHANGED WHERE I'M STAYING AND DIDN'T TELL ME!
I mean honestly, it's amateur hour up there.
I wonder if disabling Apport will solve the problem I've been getting with stuff like Youtube videos stuttering if I do something in another window while they're playing. That would be nice.
The trials of running on an old machine.
Huh. I was wondering what was causing my CPU to run flat-out at 100% when restarting after being in suspend mode. Turns out something called Apport was eating literally half that, if not more.
Looking at Ubuntu's docs, it's supposed to be disabled by default on stable releases, which 18.04 is. So what gives? Pretty sure I can do without it as far as I can tell, so I'll see what disabling it does.
GRS nonsense Show more
This is interesting. I have GRS scheduled for July 11. No problem, I'm rarin' to go. Hell, I'd go tomorrow if I could.
Problem is, I was told I needed to get to Montréal the day before. Well, that's okay. I can do that.
Now I'm looking at my forms and they're expecting me to get there TWO days before. Where the hell did the extra day come from?
I'm a bit late on this, but my story, "The Observation Log of Ms. Grace McKillip, Retired" is now available free on the Brick Moon Fiction podcast.
The narrator, Sarah Golding, did a brilliant job of bringing my characters to life, resulting in a really special piece of work between the two of us.
I have a lesbian front yard.
The bushes are touching.
Trans stuff Show more
Well, the road to surgery goes on. I'm supposed to go off hormones entirely three weeks before I go to Montréal, and my doctor and I really don't like the idea of going cold turkey. Roomie tells me that I'm gonna get mood swings for sure, and the fact that spiro is also a blood pressure med that I've been taking for 15 years makes me not want to suddenly stop.
So today, seven weeks out, everything gets cut in half. And at five weeks, half again.
Here we go!
“local mall bitcoin atm emblazoned with multiple types of fraud warning” is a powerfully 2018 æsthetic
Terrible thing for a senior to lose their vehicle like that too. And on the holiday, no less.
We speculate that he had a gas can for the chipper he was towing, that fell over or leaked, but that doesn't explain everything. It could have easily have been a broken gas line.
So here's my Victoria Day excitement. An SUV caught fire right in front of my dad's place (he's there in the second pic) and I saw it happen right from the start.
There was some sort of leak that left flames all the way down the hill behind the vehicle, and when he stopped they caught up and ran underneath. It wasn't long before he got away that the whole thing started to go up. Huge flames, toxic smoke, exploding tires, the works!
That was an oddly consistent trip, though. Here's where I was sitting on the way out, and then on the way back.
Weirdly, there was nobody on my side of the row but me on the way out, and nobody at all in my row on the way back. Which was...weird. I thought maybe they just didn't like me.
Tell me that the tall one is not the most elegant green onion you have ever seen.
Don't bother, because you'd be lying. Lying!
Cripes, a week without exposure to gay. How the hell did I manage?
Lost among the cishets.
Nicorettes and Whiskey and Wild Wild Women