Justin Trudeau could cure cancer 6 days in a row and our pseudo-aristocracy would claim he was lazy on the 7th; or probably the cause to begin with.

Polievre - if he’s still the leader of the “no tax no benefits” American party this week - has no platform other than “Trudeau sucks” and the truck-nut Flatlanders just nod their head.

Sadly, they could take the election, and our hopes for decent hospital care go from “soon” to “never, plebe”. Fucking Texans.

“gee. Ya think?!?” – everyone

I got hit in college with a virus 30 years ago; a couple dozen of us, but they couldn’t figure out the common carrier that got us all. Anyway, the damage to the vestibular system was permanent and it was a month or two before I could cope.

The brain has a vestibulo-ocular reflex that picks up when the vestibular is out. It uses the eyes and the horizon as a backup/correction to the bad data from the vestibular. Can confirm it works really well.

… except when I’m really tired, like today. Bedspins while sober, and if I look up then I’m dizzy. It’s super-great. But it works to remind me I’m over-doing it, and it usually resolves after a few days of good rest. until then, I just have to be careful lest I walk a bit like a bat-spin player.

In short, ya get used to it.

site with every phrase translated

Because Mandarin?

Poor little boy, I don’t bloody care - spell-proof and grammar-proof the bloody thing dammit. “Its” for possessive, “it’s” for pronoun+verb; “por que” if question, “porque” if answer; “apposto” if annexed, “a posto” if it’s OK.

This is a good sentiment for general writing.

(also, at least on-line, if you notice later that you messed up, then fix it!)

those spam/scam emails[sic] with intentional misspellings

… like ‘emails’? Do your ‘emails’ have ‘datas’ in them?

There’s a cookie place that opened in a prime spot about 10m from my front door. It’s c$6 or maybe us$4. It’s already so much that I’ve only tried one.

Honestly, they’re ‘meh’ too. They’re a $2 cookie but not a $6 cookie.

I cannot imagine a us$20 cookie. Like, it needs to come with a free cheeseburger or something. :-D

I keep hoping someone will come up with a half-measure that looks like ipv4 with an extra octet and writable in hex.

• Let people stew a bit on their 00c0a8011f IP which is like a 192.168.1.31 IP.
• increment the big number. Oh shit, we’ve got lots.
• repeat
• start adding the cool parts of ipv6
• moar
• add a 00 to the end that old shit just skips
• somewhere in there, switch the engine

We can either take yeeeears to do it well, or we can take more decades to try and big-bang it. This ain’t 1983.

Ask 'em what “gooney goo-goo” really means.

Giant hornet.

Yep. Murder Hornets are in America now.

I was at the old job, staring mournfully out the window at the world free of this drudgery, and - lo and behold - I see a black weasel-like animal galumph into view and disappear down a breezeway.

I couldn’t believe my eyes, as this was on Vancouver Island where we have no black weasels.

I looked it up, and apparently there were some mink farms in the area, and they shut down due to one or more problems, so now there’s a resilient invasive mink population up near Camosun and the old Insane Asylum.

we have great blues and greens nesting here. The chugging while they’re brooding is like tommyknockers.

Minitel was, apparently, the shit.

Next time you go back and pay them $20 for the pizza and pay back the owner the $20 he personally lent ya, thank him profusely and mention briefly that it was for the GF and he’s now her hero.

Everyone gets a warm fuzzy, owner has $20 to use on next needy dude, we all get pizza.

Now I want pizza.

Gaslighting them into thinking it didn’t

That implies they knew.

a huge ask

No, it’s a huge request. This isn’t a used car lot.

And after so many decades, many abusers are just dead now.

The one physical thing I took with me when I left the infantry in the '90s is a pair of really-new standard issue Canadian combat boots.

I wore them in the Calgary winters, walking to work with a looped cassette of Thompson Twins Cool World Play with Me, trimmed as a form of 1990s pre-CD-era ‘repeat’. I stomped all the way there for my 2-hour shift (fuck you conservatives and your shitty labour laws) and I’d stomp home or off to the other job.

When I went to America, 5 years after that, I had a chance to buy a really-new standard Canadian Navy ‘surplus’ overcoat with the zipped liner. There was no NJ winter that thing didn’t dominate. I’d gone back to sneakers for the years I was in America, but I was rarely cold.

But the sneakers hosed the bursa in my heels and now I’m relegated to sandals that are neither the boots I love nor fitting with the overcoat. Both sit on the closet pending a bilateral arthroscopic calcaneoplasty. whee. I’m on the list, and pre-covid the list was 2 weeks long but I wasn’t a suitable candidate. Now I am, but the indolent hillbillies, used during COVID as a cheap political tool - by the cons again - bullied the docs into rage-quitting; and the wait list is a year.

My hatred of our pseudo-aristocracy for their hatred of people aside, the navy overcoat that fit so well in new Jersey and the combat boots I could kill in a series of Calgary winters remain my favourite pieces of clothing.

No. I am Spartacus.

Wait, that doesn’t make any sense.

You’ve never worn a hat?

Didn’t one politician this year try to stand up to AIPAC and end up losing to an incredibly well-funded opponent? If so it would definitely have a chilling effect.