It’s been a lovely weekend here. I’ve been researching Federal regulations on typeface and fonts for warning labels, writing corrective action reports, and checking over a report from a test lab that confirmed that water isn’t flammable (one of our customers demanded it). This is why I suffered through 6 years of grad school and a post-doc, to do useless paperwork to make bureaucrats happy. All was not lost; SP and I had a brief but fun snack with Mexican Sharpshooter and his delightful kids yesterday afternoon. And the weather was super nice, which will not be the case the rest of this week…

And now, before I have to go outside to pick up dog shit from the yard, some carefully curated news:


 

Pigs are friends, not food.  Non-kosher friends, of course.

 

The Chris Davis watch continues.

 

OK, we moved to a very weird place.

 

Deep insight from the deep thinker in the White House.

 

Bumfight! Well, really, they’d have to actually have accomplished more in their lives to even reach the level of “bum.”

 

Climate change grifters find an innovative new way to grift.

 

And if you want to get rich, invest in Duluth real estate.

 

Break out the Kosher popcorn.

 

Indiana guns cause more problems.

 

Old lawyer joke: “I’d like to fuck her.” “Out of what?”

 


 

Old Guy Music. Despite this album being Rahsaan Roland Kirk and Al Hibbler, there’s a delightful little song at the end of Side 2 which featured Leon Thomas on vocals. And I had it as an earworm all day today, so figured I’d pass it on.