"I can't just call you 'man'."
"You could call me 'Dennis'."
"I didn't know your name was 'Dennis'."
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Anyway, I started the day off right by getting the Jeep's seat frame to the welder. Estimate: $15-$20, which was in line with my expectations. Done by tomorrow afternoon, also in line with my expectations. All that will be fine with me.
The only other thing I have to do today (since I got the grass cut yesterday) is to bake myself a birthday cake. Mrs. Fungus had wanted to go to a bakery, but considering what a bakery cake would cost I asked her not to. I kind of like baking my own birthday cake; that way I know it's done the way I like it.
At 12:10 AM--in the middle of our viewing of Game of Thrones--she brought me a card and a birthday present, which turned out to be Lucy's keys.
I wasn't really surprised by it for a couple of reasons; actually I was kind-of expecting her to do something like this. But I'm incredibly pleased with it, and I like it so much I don't want to take it out of the box and hang it on the key rack, as I was first thinking I'd do.
Here's how it looks on my admittedly crummy desk, in an admittedly crummy cellphone pic:
I may be 47 but I still geek out over anime toys. That's not old.
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For the record, the last instance of an actual privateer I’ve heard of was surprisingly recent. Within living memory, in fact: the US War Department commissioned the Goodyear Blimp to patrol coastal waters, on the lookout for German U-Boats during the Second World War. In an age before radar and nuclear submarines, this made sense: long visual range, good radio conditions, extreme loiter times – it was a natural fit. I think they carried a rifle or two, but their biggest weapons were binoculars and radios. Congress drew up a full-on Letter of Marque to make it official.Simply epic.
So, that means that the last time anyone commissioned a privateer, they wound up with an airship hoisting the black flag to hunt Nazis.
Truly, it does not get better than that.
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Firefox is going to get DRM, but Pale Moon will remain DRM-free. I'm glad I switched. You should too.
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"The Washington Post is Super Confused About Where Babies Come From".
This article starts with an example of a real scientist doing real science. It's also interesting to note that people who are gluten-intolerant may actually have poor tolerance for a certain kind of carbohydrate rather than gluten itself.
Even more science!
Here is a thorough demolition of global warming alarmism. The concluding paragraph says it all:
Global warming alarmism fails the test of science. The alarmists’ models generate one false prediction after another. When a model is falsified by experience, we know that the model is no good. A bad model cannot be a basis for predicting the future, or for making decisions about public policy. Global warming alarmism is not science. It is, rather, an industry fueled by billions of dollars that the world’s political class showers on climate “scientists” to compensate them for producing silly projections of doom. The political class needs the predictions of doom to justify its own grab for more power and money, and certain compliant “scientists” are happy to oblige. Money talks, but it doesn’t necessarily produce good science.That's really all you need to say about it.
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I don't have the faintest idea how to finish this post.
I do, however, know that I want to go take a nap. Since it's my birthday, I'm going to do just that.
ADDENDUM: I am informed that "no one knows what you're talking about" with regard to Lucy's keys, so I'm going to quote the relevant Fungus post:
I want to hang a set of these on the key rack in the front hall. It's Lucy's keys from Fairy Tail, her set of Zodiac keys that let her do her magic. Each one summons a different stellar spirit. That's pretty f-ing cool.(Link redacted since I have it earlier in this post.)
Hopefully this will clear up any confusion.