They will eventually come for this song, you know. Because of that word at the end. Which is admittedly not a good word.
At least, that’s how it sounds to me: “Big Apple bicyclists would be allowed to cruise through red lights and stop signs after merely slowing down and looking both ways, under a proposed bill by a city councilman.” It sounds very, very Darwinian: admittedly, nobody can drive very fast in NYC, but mass is mass. And when a bike and rider meet a car, it’s typically the bike and rider that suddenly, and temporarily, go airborne.
PS: Car accidents are traumatic. Also, somebody has to clean that stuff up afterward.
This is a genuinely big deal:
The rarest of beasts – a used rocket. Controlled landing not easy, but done right, can look easy. Check out video: https://t.co/9OypFoxZk3
— Jeff Bezos (@JeffBezos) November 24, 2015
It’s not quite a rocket ship that goes up under its own power, and back down under its own power, just as God and Bob Heinlein intended; but that’s coming along. Also: Jeff Bezos is now a strong contender to be named God-Emperor of the Geeks. But you knew that already.
Well, at least the alt-text won’t:
Or possibly it will make sense, but only to scholars of Middle-Late First Republic American history. Who will be like all scholars everywhere: to wit, slightly depressed that nobody gets their more erudite jokes.
As in: it’s time, once again, for the Online Left to remind us that they apparently have no idea whatsoever about how to act like properly socialized human beings at the Thanksgiving table. What gets me is that they keep writing this stuff every year. …Do they forget? Is this, like, a Cosmopolitan thing*?
If you read Vox on how to survive Thanksgiving, you are the person your family is trying to survive. https://t.co/v3HriUWejy
— Dylan Meyer (@DMeyer017) November 23, 2015
*I am given to understand that Cosmopolitan pretty much just recycles its issues at this point.
Which coincides with a birthday, a family trip, and my mom visiting; so expect things to be scatterbrained here this week. I should probably take up a hobby. Like drinking! – I remember drinking. I seem to recall that it was kind of entertaining.
Oh, who am I kidding? I don’t have time for booze anymore. Far too many other things get in the way.
…about the parable of the Games Journalist and the Developer doesn’t precisely correspond to how things can work in the political blogosphere; but neither is it completely alien to my own experience, either. Politicians hate both Old and New Media, and Old and New Media both despise politicians. But we can’t operate without each other, and we all (both sides) crave the access. And if you have the access, you may not understand how having access looks to people who don’t*.
I was going somewhere with this, I swear. Danged if I know where, though. It’s still a pretty good comic.
*Speaking as someone who has some access; you legitimately forget that you have more of it than most people. And that your life got steadily weirder as a result of that access.