Stumbled across this at Tatyana’s place, and decided to give it a signal boost:
For reference, the average January high in Oklahoma City is 50. In 2012, an unusually bad year, we had 99 homicides, which is about 15.5 per 100k population.
Stumbled across this at Tatyana’s place, and decided to give it a signal boost:
For reference, the average January high in Oklahoma City is 50. In 2012, an unusually bad year, we had 99 homicides, which is about 15.5 per 100k population.
Elf advocates have joined forces with environmentalists to urge the Icelandic Road and Coastal Commission and local authorities to abandon a highway project building a direct route from the Alftanes peninsula, where the president has a home, to the Reykjavik suburb of Gardabær. They fear disturbing elf habitat and claim the area is particularly important because it contains an elf church.
The project has been halted until the Supreme Court of Iceland rules on a case brought by a group known as Friends of Lava, who cite both the environmental and the cultural impact — including the impact on elves — of the road project. The group has regularly brought hundreds of people out to block the bulldozers.
It’s not that Icelandic shelves are necessarily full of elves, mind you:
Andri Snær Magnason, a well-known environmentalist, said his major concern was that the road would cut the lava field in two, among other things, destroying nesting sites.
“Some feel that the elf thing is a bit annoying,” said Magnason, adding that personally he was not sure they existed. However, he added, “I got married in a church with a god just as invisible as the elves, so what might seem irrational is actually quite common” with Icelanders.
Me, I don’t mess with anything volcanic, just on general principle. And tick off elves in December? Bad for the bottom line.
An early-2010 discussion between Costa Tsiokos (@CostaHere) and yours truly on the subject of New York City area codes:
CGH: Was  really maligned? For that matter, does anyone malign 646?
CT: 347 is generally shunned. In fact, I personally shunned it: My first NY number was a 347, and I couldn’t wait to dump it in favor of 646. 646 is deemed worthy, and an acceptable alternative to 212 (which is fairly impossible to snag).
Especially if you don’t live in New York.
Anyone from the Deep South to the West Coast can now score the once-exclusive 212 area code.
New York wannabes from around the country can snag a Manhattan-esque number for prices ranging from $100 to $15,000 on the Web site 212areacode.com.
Buyers are instructed to consult their cellphone carrier companies to notify them of the change. They then pick from dozens of available 212 phone numbers, paying for it online via PayPal.
There’s just one thing that bugs me:
The Web site now claims to be perfectly legal, noting it’s “the ultimate source for a 212 area code.”
Things that are perfectly legal don’t generally have to say that they’re perfectly legal.
(Via Fark, which tagged it “STUPID.”)
I have to admit, something like this would put me off rather severely:
I had just walked upstairs, into my bathroom, when I heard someone say “la la la la la *giggles*”. Hmmm, that sounds like my daughter’s My Little Pony doll. But … why in the hell is it talking without anyone touching it?
“I love youuu!” it said afterwards.
Now there’s a phrase I don’t hear too often, especially out of the blue. Or, in this case, the pink:
I walked into the hummingbird’s room to investigate and saw that the pink pony was mostly under her bed with just the legs sticking out.
UH UHH, I’ve seen Chucky too many times and there was no way in hell I was going to bend down and pull that damn doll out from under the bed.
I looked at the picture of the pony in question. It’s a G3 So Soft Newborn Pinkie Pie from 2007. Wouldn’t hurt a flea — not deliberately, anyway.
Then again, I keep the batteries out of my own Twilight Sparkle Animated Storyteller, lest she start blabbing in the middle of the night.
(Via The Daily Oat.)
Canada Post president and CEO Deepak Chopra is a board member of the organization that highlighted the financial plight facing the Crown corporation and suggested eliminating door-to-door delivery as a way for it to save money.
In announcing Wednesday a five-point restructuring plan that includes ending door-to-door residential mail delivery in urban areas, Canada Post repeatedly pointed to a Conference Board of Canada report released last spring that documented challenges facing the postal service. That same report included options such as eliminating door-to-door service for urban residential households and increasing postal prices as ways to cut costs and improve the bottom line — options the Crown corporation has now adopted.
And Chopra, of course, sits on the CBoC board.
Oh, and now there’s a petition to Canada Post calling for a halt to the job and service cuts and an investigation into Chopra’s apparent conflict of interest.
(I had a Twitter source for this, but in the time it took me to write it, she’d deleted the tweet.)
A peek at a store window in the City of New York, and a call for an explanation:
NYC: $12 for a pack of smokes!?! $5 for the Sunday Paper!?! … Last time I noticed smokes were $5 locally. Seems like the older I get, the faster inflation goes (runs? inflates?).
Which may be true, but the culprit in this case is not inflation at all, but another government-inflicted pathology: taxation. New York State charges an excise tax of $4.35 per pack, and Greater Bloombergia tacks on an additional buck and a half. (Where I live, the tax is a more modest, but still deliberately punitive, $1.03; where he lives, $1.18.)
It occurs to me that were the Vampire State primarily interested in the actual health of the citizens, it would apply that same $5.85 tax to the Washington Post.
(Picture purloined from Burro Hall.)
Sprint is mulling a potential bid for rival wireless carrier T-Mobile, according to a new report.
The report comes from The Wall Street Journal, citing “people familiar with the matter.” According [to] the Journal, the company is “studying regulatory concerns” and it could be prepared to make an offer as soon as the first half of 2014.
A Sprint/T-Mobile merger would pair the United States’ third and fourth largest carriers into an entity that could better compete against the two largest carriers, AT&T and Verizon. A Sprint/T-Mobile merger is something Sprint executives have sought for many years. Over the last year, in the wake of the failed AT&T/T-Mobile merger, executives from both companies have gone on record arguing that a merger should be allowed.
This is presumably relevant to Deutsche Telekom’s interests, one of which has been to get the heck out of the US market entirely. There’s this bit of fine print in the T-Mobile/MetroPCS merger from earlier this year:
In its agreement to merge the fourth-largest U.S. wireless carrier with MetroPCS Communications Inc., Deutsche Telekom pledged not to sell shares of the listed carrier on the stock market for 18 months. The German company holds a 74 percent stake in the company, which has a market value of $14.2 billion.
“There is an exception clause in the contract regarding the lock-up,” said [Timotheus] Hoettges, who will take over as Deutsche Telekom’s chief executive officer next year. “We are in a position to sell all shares in one go.”
“Why not take all of me?” sings TMo.
The T-Mobile/MetroPCS merger received regulatory approval in March, so the 18-month window closes in September 2014. Market cap is currently about $23 billion.
“But I am Real!” No, honey, you’re not:
This particular telemarketer for a company hawking health insurance has her own name and a tinkle of laughter to go along with her denial of actually being a robot.
Time’s Washington Bureau Chief Michael Scherer encountered the robo-woman when his cell phone rang and the voice on the other end wanted to know if he was looking for a good deal on health insurance (sassy!). Things didn’t sound quite right, so he asked point blank if she was a real person or a robot voice.
She laughs it off and says of course, she’s a “real person.” But she couldn’t answer other simple questions that weren’t part of her script, like “What vegetable is in tomato soup?” (although technically, a tomato is a fruit, but whatever) or “What day of the week was it yesterday?”
When she’s got nothing good to say or is accused of being artificially intelligent, she asks if you can hear her, and ponders whether the connection could be bad, as heard in recordings made by other Time staffers to the same number.
Just once, I want one of these quasi-creatures to call up James T. Kirk. Won’t last an hour.
Wondering about the future of the US Postal Service? Take a look up north to what Canada Post is doing:
Canada Post’s abrupt announcement that it is ending door-to-door delivery in urban areas and charging $1 for an individual stamp has alarmed opposition MPs and postal workers who say the new plan is bad news for Canadians.
The plan — released the day after the House of Commons started its Christmas break — caught parliamentarians by surprise.
Which, if nothing else, proves that Canadians understand the news cycle at least as well as we do.
Transport Minister Lisa Raitt defends the moves:
“The Government of Canada supports Canada Post in its efforts to fulfil its mandate of operating on a self-sustaining financial basis in order to protect taxpayers, while modernizing its business and aligning postal services with the choices of Canadians.”
About those community boxes:
The move from door-to-door delivery to community mailboxes will be rolled out over the next five years, starting in the second half of 2014. About one-third of Canadian households will be affected. Mail delivery to rural households will not change.
And you may not have to pay a full loonie for a stamp:
The cost of a stamp will also jump from $0.63 to $0.85 for bulk purchase of stamps, or $1 for individual stamps. That change comes into effect March 31, 2014.
There will, of course, be job reductions, though Canada Post expects more than enough retirements in the next year to cover them.
First, we hear from Yeung Chi-kong, executive vice-president of the Toy Manufacturers’ Association in Hong Kong:
“We make toys to educate our kids to love people. We talk only about love but not hatred. It is definitely not the objective of toy manufacturers to make a toy for people to express their anger.”
Just the same, a plushie from IKEA is stirring up the pot:
The grinning wolf stuffed toy, Lufsig, selling at global furniture chain Ikea, has become an unlikely symbol of protest against the government of Chief Executive Leung Chun-ying, who has long been characterised by opponents as a “wolf” for his perceived cunning and lack of integrity.
And it’s actually worse than that:
The translation of the toy’s name used in mainland stores is close to an obscene three-word phrase in Cantonese associated with female genitalia.
Fortunately, my knowledge of Cantonese obscenities is next to nil.
The “brozilian,” if you will, is what used to be called a Brazilian wax job, administered to a male. Apparently defoliation of some sort for the lads is, as the young people say, a thing:
One shocked friend asked her teenaged daughter, who confirmed that shaving is now de rigueur for all parties because pubic hair is “revolting.” The porn industry probably begat this belief; it’s been offering close-ups of just-Gilletted men and women for so many years now that even offscreen, any — er — impediments to intimacy are perceived as messy.
Truth be told, I’m more likely to believe the visual-trickery angle:
More than any other explanation, though, fans cite the old postulate that a tree appears taller when there are no bushes at its feet. And I’ll leave it at that.
One wonders if it’s possible to construct a landing strip, similar to that already contrived for women, in a manner that would further confuse the visual perspective. The porn industry has long been partial to short — that is to say, non-tall — guys, on the basis that an object appears larger against a smaller background.
Disclosure: I once mowed the personal lawn, as an act of, um, let’s call it “reciprocation.” The need for this sort of thing, however, has been basically nonexistent of late.
In papers filed in Westchester Supreme Court, Nancy Silberkleit’s lawyer says a gender discrimination lawsuit filed against her earlier this year by a group of Archie Comics employees should be tossed in part because white guys aren’t members of “a protected class.”
The embattled co-CEO’s filing also mocked the five employees’ claim that she’d used her “gender as a weapon” by yelling “Penis! Penis! Penis!” during a business meeting.
So far as I can tell, it is not true that Mr. Weatherbee will have sexual-reassignment surgery in a future story arc.
(Via this Kathleen McKinley tweet.)
An insufficiently mild horror story of teddy bears and piano teachers.
A bit of snark from earlier today:
Actual Thursday newspaper: 56 pages. Macy's ad supplements alone: 72 pages.
— Charles G Hill (@dustbury) November 28, 2013
Of course, this being Thanksgiving Day, the advertising carries far more weight — several pounds, in fact — than does the editorial stuff.
Or does it? From page 2A, a letter from editor/news VP Kelly Dyer Fry:
As you pick up the newspaper today and rifle through the many Black Friday ads, I hope you will also take a few minutes to read the stories.
Of course, if nobody read the ads, there’d be no stories to speak of.
Still, this is the statistic that startled me:
We captured more than 31,000 photographs [last week]. That’s right, 31,449 to be exact. That was just Monday through Friday. It’s a good thing we switched to digital cameras or that would have been more than 800 rolls of film.
Which really makes me wonder about the Chicago Sun-Times, with triple the circulation and no photography department at all.
I mentioned the 23andMe Personal Genome Service last month, and I even considered the possibility of becoming a customer, although I noted that the service was effectively banned in two states.
Well, make that all 57 states:
[T]he FDA has ordered an immediate halt to sales of the kits. In a letter to Anne Wojcicki, 23andMe CEO and wife of Google co-founder Sergey Brin, the FDA claims the marketing of the 23andMe Saliva Collection Kit and Personal Genome Service is currently in violation of the Federal Food, Drug and Cosmetic Act.
According to the agency, the kit falls under the heading of a regulated medical device under section 201(h) of the FD&C Act.
How much slack is the FDA willing to cut them? Only this much:
While the agency called for the immediate halt to marketing of the product, it also gives the company 15 days to tell the FDA what steps it has taken to remedy the problems.
Which may explain why I saw a couple of ads for 23andMe on Fark last night.
It has always seemed cruel to me that Nature has designed cats without the ability to shrug their shoulders, because no animal on Earth could get more use out of such a gesture. Should cats ever learn to vocalize human languages, my suspicion is that “So what?” will be their first phrase.
Similarly, the late George Carlin:
Cats have another quality I find admirable: blamelessness. When a cat makes a mistake, he doesn’t accept responsibility or show embarrassment. If he does something really stupid, like jumping onto a table and landing in four separate coffee cups, somehow he passes the whole thing off as a routine. Dogs aren’t like that. If a dog knocks over a lamp, you can tell who did it by looking at the dog; he acts guilty and ashamed. Not the cat. When a cat breaks something, he simply moves along to the next activity.
“What’s that? The lamp? Not me! F— that, I’m a cat! Something broken? Ask the dog.”
Cats, of course, do know how we feel. They don’t give a particular damn, because they don’t have to, but they know.
Speculation mounts that singer Jon Bon Jovi might want to buy the NFL’s Buffalo Bills:
The Bills will go to the market when owner Ralph Wilson [now 95] passes, and, while many league sources believe the Rogers Communications group in Toronto, who already work closely with the Wilson family to stage games annually in Toronto, is the prime suitor for the franchise, sources said Bon Jovi has spent considerable time in the area getting to know politicians and power brokers and even added a date there late in a recent tour to allow for more time to allocate to the matter.
Bon Jovi has been very proactive in meeting NFL owners and general managers, and is seeking their input on all sort of issues related to football. In the past he has nearly become a minority owner of a team, most notably the Falcons. However, sources said Bon Jovi is aiming to be the principal owner — it remains to be seen if he has the type of immense capital necessary to meet that threshold of ownership — and has aligned himself with several powerbrokers in his effort to turn his dream into reality.
What will this cost him? At the very least, a guitarist:
According to several sources in the music industry, Bon Jovi’s dismissal of longtime guitarist Richie Sambora is likely even related to his pursuit of a franchise, as Sambora was the highest-paid member of his band and the next most prominent member, and by using session musicians or unknowns, he is then able to keep his costs down. Bon Jovi is a shrewd businessman who has kept much of his operation in-house and has long been the central figure in making deals for the band.
Why would Jon Bon Jovi do this? Presumably, because he can.
The Campaign for a Commercial-Free Childhood — like there’s a chance of that these days — annually selects the worst toy of the year for the probably-not-coveted TOADY (Toys Oppressive And Destructive to Young Children) Award. Most of these, as expected, are fairly humdrum examples of ordinary capitalist exploitation, the sort of thing that probably pays your salary, directly or indirectly.
But one of them strikes me as remarkably horrible, even by the relaxed 21st-century standards for horribleness:
iPotty by CTA Digital
Recommended Age: 18 months+
Would your little one rather lie around in a poopy diaper than miss a second of his favorite show? Than you need the CTA Digital 2-in-1 iPotty with Activity Seat for iPad. No more struggles to get little Bobby or Susie to use the potty — with all the mesmerizing apps and videos, they’ll want to stay on there all day! Start them learning early that there’s a screen for every occasion.
The target audience here, suggests Consumerist, is “parents who have no problem not only putting a $600 piece of electronics in a toddler’s hands, but who have no issue putting that device and the toddler together on a $35 piece of plastic intended for the collection of human waste.”
Then again, the youngsters probably learned it by watching you.
And as you might expect, it’s justified as a business model:
A blogger who calls himself DoctorBeet wrote in a blog post earlier this week that he’d run a traffic analysis on his home router and found that whenever he switched the channel, his LG Smart TV would ping LG’s servers with the name of the channel, along with his TVs individual identification number.
So whenever he switched from say, the BBC to Scuzz, his TV would report back to the mothership. Err, LG. Even when he went to his TV settings and switched the “Collection of watching info” that was set to “on” by default to “off,” it still sent that information to LG’s servers.
In other news, there’s a British TV channel called Scuzz.
And this is only the beginning of the Master Plan:
Sometimes his TV would upload the names of personal files he’d stored on an external USB drive that was plugged into the TV. Even though the upload didn’t include the actual files, those names could relay private information, like a video with his kids’ names as the title. He tested it out by creating a file name called “midget_porn.”
The Reg shall hear of this! Oh, wait:
CEO Michael Collette walked us through a very simple idea indeed — instead of a second screen application trying to identify what’s on TV, an application in a smart TV can do the job, with a little bit of help from its Engage platform in the cloud.
This in turn tells everyone what is actually playing on TV right now, which allows the owners of that content to serve advertising and other services against it.
I don’t know about you, but I feel better about my brace of dumb TVs.
Google’s products used to augment humanity with beautiful tools that helped us get the information we wanted to see. That was the superiority of Google search, Google Reader, gmail with its excellent spam filter, and YouTube, which allowed you to subscribe to any individual who might want to post videos. Empowering humanity to efficiently search for and find information, and then to choose what information they consume, is not just a noble goal, but turned out to be a wildly successful thing that people want.
So naturally, it had to go:
Now a Google search shows me a full page of promoted, local, and social results — I have to scroll down to see actual search results. Google decided to drop Reader altogether. YouTube inflates subscriber numbers during signups while choosing which videos will actually show up, with a malicious algorithm that includes both total time a user spends on the site (promoting videos that suck you into watching things you don’t really like but are easily distracted by) and revenue gained (this means that by not having ads on your videos you miss out on both the ad money and on having your stuff displayed to many of your own subscribers). You can still “subscribe,” but YouTube changed the definition of the word in the same way Facebook changed the definition of “friend.”
YouTube used to be designed to help you find what you were looking for. Now, it’s designed to keep you looking.
It’s all about the eyeballs, and tracking where those eyeballs fall.
I started typing “new gmail” into a Google box, and the sixth thing suggested was “new gmail sucks;” there’s even a “Gmail’s new look sucks” page on Facebook.
And eventually, I did find someone who argued that no, it does not suck. Not being a Gmail user, I really can’t say much here; but I tend to believe that any IMAP-based mail system sucks.
Still, when both Vi Hart and Violet Blue are using the same word — “trick” — to describe what was done to YouTube commenters, you may safely assume that the users are clearly Not Happy. I’ve been signing my Actual Name to YouTube stuff now for over a year, but you can’t judge a movement based on what I do.
I simply cannot believe that this perspective is unique, though it’s certainly uniquely expressed:
If working retail has taught me anything, it’s dread. Dread of that one customer that ruins your day. Dread of being yanked around from one project to another. Dread of having your day off hijacked. Dread of suddenly realizing that you’ve just wasted another chunk of your life on people and things you not only don’t care about, but that you loathe. Dread that colors all holidays, all pleasures, all you see and hear, blacker than the blackest crayon in a depressed box of sad crayons. And the stupid muzak stuck on Away in the Bloody Manger is driving us all mad.
More and more, “brick and mortar” makes me think of Fortunato being sealed up in that wall.
Repairs on everyday household items cost so much — when you can get them repaired at all — that you might as well toss one that’s broken, in approximately this manner:
I’m not great about fixing things. And by “not great,” I pretty much mean I’m awful about it. Once a thing stops working, I chuck it in the back of a closet somewhere and buy a new one.
I feel like there might be a story about how my lamp stopped working, so I bought a new one and then when my friend came to assemble the new one, he noticed that the old one wasn’t broken, the bulb had just burned out.
Then again, you can always use an extra lamp. This, though, might be going a little too far:
When my transmission went kaput, I bought a new car.
Or not, depending on what she was driving at the time: you roast the gears in a high-zoot Teutonic sled and you might as well buy a new car, considering the price they’re going to charge you for a rebuild.
A couple of years ago, I did a piece on The Incredible Shrinking Consumer Reports Buying Guide Issue, which over a five-year period had dropped from 360 to 221 pages. The following year, I noted that the Buying Guide had actually grown to 223 pages.
How big is it now? [#twss] Once again, two hundred twenty-three pages. (As with last year, that last page is devoted to the mandatory Statement of Ownership, Management and Circulation.)
I said in that first piece:
By 2015 at the latest, you’ll have to be subscribing to their Web site and/or installing their app to get any of this information. Count on it.
I mention this mostly to make it impossible for me to backpedal, should I be proven wrong.
I saw this, and thought “This must be some kind of joke, right?”
Afraid not. Here’s the source:
Got Insurance is a project of the Thanks Obamacare campaign, created by the Colorado Consumer Health Initiative and ProgressNow Colorado Education to educate everyone about the benefits of the Affordable Care Act.
This is apparently some nonstandard usage of the word “education.”
There is, however, an upside: the sort of person who would respond to a campaign of this sort is clearly too dumb to be allowed to reproduce, and it’s probably worth the effort to keep them in a nonparental state.
A Canadian chap has been ordered off Twitter for a year for pretending to be someone else:
A [Sault Ste. Marie] man is banned from Twitter for 12 months for creating accounts in a young woman’s name on the online social networking service and posting explicit photographs of her.
David Pajunen, 41, pleaded guilty to personation when he appeared in court Wednesday on charges from February.
At the request of the Crown attorney, Judge Nathalie Gregson dismissed a charge of criminal harassment.
So we have “personation” and “impersonation.” Kind of like “flammable” and “inflammable,” I guess.
As part of Pajunen’s probation, he can have no access to a Twitter account and can’t communicate with the victim.
“You can’t reference her name anywhere on the Internet,” Gregson warned him.
Pajunen, being Canadian and all, will probably comply with these restrictions, unlike some Americans you could name.
The Queen of England’s favorite breed of dog was placed on Britain’s Kennel Club’s “at watch” list — and could soon become endangered, the organization warns.
Only 241 Pembroke Welsh corgis are registered with the club this year and, unless that number spikes to 300 by January, the pups will be placed on a “vulnerable native breeds” list, the club claims.
One possible reason may be at the little guy’s far end:
The cuteness shortage may be linked to the country’s 2007 ban on tail-docking, which breeders say make corgis less desirable show dogs, London’s Daily Telegraph reported.
No such ban exists in the States, where the American Kennel Club adheres to the following standard:
Docked as short as possible without being indented. Occasionally a puppy is born with a natural dock, which if sufficiently short, is acceptable. A tail up to two inches in length is allowed, but if carried high tends to spoil the contour of the topline.
The Pembroke’s long-lost cousin, the Cardigan — they’ve been separate breeds for the better part of a century — can have as much tail as he wants, so long as he doesn’t carry it high.
Who is gaining at the Pembroke’s expense? Perhaps the French bulldog:
The French Bulldog (owned by the likes of Jonathan Ross, Reese Witherspoon and Hugh Jackman) is the breed with the biggest increase in popularity, with the Kennel Club seeing a 1232 percent rise from 2003 to 2012. The popularity of the breed shows no sign of diminishing, with new statistics revealing that registrations with the Kennel Club have risen by 50 percent in the first three quarters of 2013, compared to the same period in 2012. There have been 4,843 registrations so far this year, making it the seventh most popular breed in the UK.
The AKC reports that in 2012, the Pembroke ranked 24th out of 175 breeds; the Cardigan, 75th; the Frenchie, 14th. (A decade ago, the Frenchie was 58th.)
There has been much wailing and gnashing of teeth over Common Core curriculum, including fear that the students will never actually learn how to do math before leaving school. Then again, you could make a case that it’s already too late:
This is, or used to be, fourth-grade stuff. (Answer: $373.75.) And what the hell is he driving? An old Dodge pickup?
It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a cable customer in possession of a good connection, must eventually be in want of technical support, and we all know how that works out:
So after spending yesterday and today dancing around the technical maypole, I finally gave in and called Comcast tech support.
I was informed there would be an hour and a half wait, and would I like to have a call-back while “reserving my place in line.”
I opted for that, given that I’d rather rub my eyeballs with pepper-soaked sandpaper than sit with a phone plugged into my ear for 90 minutes, listening to whatever godawful elevator music they’re trying to rot their customers’ brains with.
The only thing remotely amusing about these incidents is the bland assurance at the beginning of the call to the effect that many solutions to common problems may be found on their Web site, to which the proper answer is usually “If I could get to your Web site, I wouldn’t be calling you, dumbass.”
Another aggrieved minority group demands to be heard:
We are denied voting rights in most states. Movies demonizing us not only get made, but are wildly popular and earn their hatemongering producers millions of dollars. And where are the media during all this? The whole shameful matter gets buried.
That’s why I have formed the National Association for the Advancement of Undead Persons. It’s time those of us labeled “zombies,” “vampires,” and “monsters” — the reconstructed and reanimated — received the same legal protections afforded illegal aliens and high-ranking Administration officials.
One area of progress: so far as I know, the undead are not currently subject to the Obamacare
For those of you who can get from paint in the cans/linens in the bags to 90% done in a week or so, know that we don’t work that way around here. We’re more like My Year In Provence speed. If you remember, the den from start to finish, if you can call it an actual “finish” and not just a “work stoppage” — took about 8 months.
When I moved into the palatial estate at Surlywood, I set up the “more important” rooms first, and pitched everything else into the room left over, with the intention of cleaning it up later.
That was November 2003. It looks no better today.