Every now and then boaters find land animals far out at sea and it’s not clear how they got there. Unlike boatloads of colonizer migrants, it’s perfectly cromulent to bring said critters onboard for rescue; it’s both a “good deed” and a “good story.” Assuming, of course, that the critter isn;t somethgin dangerous like a bear or a snake on an antifa.
An American-born woman who once urged jihadists in America to “go on drivebys, and spill all of their blood,” says she “regrets every single thing” and believes she should be given the option to return to the United States with her young son.
Nope. She’s a US citizen, but I’d argue that intentionally going abroad to provide aid and comfort and babies to the enemy, while advocating that acts of murder be carried out on the streets of the US, is prima facia evidence of “no longer a US citizen.”
Buh bye, beeyotch.
Yeah… this one will need a *lot* of data to back it up:
Article is lean on details, but it’s apparently some sort of single-dose gene therapy. Which sounds like “ummm… sure…”
Considering that AIDS is a virus that doesn’t just invade the cell but splices its own DNA into the hosts, gene therapy would seem to be the only way to really be sure of a cure. But is gene therapy tech is sufficiently advanced that you can take a single pill or injection and the treatment will re-write your DNA…. well, I can see some fun times ahead in a *lot* of areas.
In 1985 Rockwell considered the business potential of a “servicing center” that could be added on to the forthcoming Space Station. It could service satellites and orbital transfer vehicles and the like.
The trailer for the Nic Cage adaptation of Lovecraft’s “Color out of Space:”
It certainly seems… colorful.
BUT FOR HOW LONG????
So, the net computer that went down: it’s a doorstop. Apparently the “spine” went bad; whether or not it was fixable was apparently a matter of debate, but I decided to just put it out of it’s misery and buy a new one, because, hey, if there’s anything I’m rolling around in right now, it’s big piles of ready-to-burn cash.
So now I’m re-loading everything I need onto yet another computer. Yaaaaaaaay. I’ll be back to bitchin’ about every damned thing before long.
Forgive the lack of proper formatting and quoting; the computer still ain’t fixed.
http://www.courant.com/opinion/op-ed/hc-op-berler-ammunition-20191105-bmfxmme6qzhe3horcsnc7mbufy-story.html
Where the author claims that the solution to the “gun crisis” is not to ban guns, because that would be unconstitutional… but to ban all currently produced calibers of ammunition. That, somehow, would make criminals give up their lives of crime, because once they’ve burned through their nine millimeter ammo, they’re not going to get more from the black market of foreign ammo, and they’re certainly not going to go to the bother of reloading rounds.
“Freedom of the press” doesn’t mean you can ban ink or paper so long as you leave the actual presses alone.
An interesting vid that debunks a lot of the claims of Columbus’ evilness. With luck it’ll post correctly from my phone…
My computer remains at the shop. I have no expection of hearing anything for another day or two. Fortunately, “my computer” in this context refers strictly to the pawn-shop-purchased Chromebook that I use strictly for online work… none of my writing or CAD or scanning or any of that. It is ina sense “sacrificial,” so if it gets fed through a woodchipper then all that’s lost is a bunch of bookmarks and logn passwords. Not that that won;t be a massive irritant, but compared to losing a few terabytes of 3D models and scanned documents…
Anyway, while I wait I continue the long task of unpacking. One thing I unpacked was my *previous* internet computer, a *tiny* and by now truly ancient netbook. As you can see it functions, but *damn* is it slow. Slow enough to make being online as painful as listening to an SJW give a lecture, so until I’m back to the “good” internet computer… I’m off of the net, back to unloading books from boxes onto shelves. Feel free to order stuff (*please* order stuff…. tell other people to order stuff), there’ll just be a longer than usual delay in responding.
No, not me, though with the constant piling on of problems it will surprise me none at all when my heart finally says “frak it” and takes a nap. No, this time what’s flatlined are the number of sunspots, which if this phone works right should be illustrated below.
