I love Penny Arcade, but this situation is not the Apocalypse. It is, to quote Eric Flint, simply a problem to be solved.
And we have solved it. Two wide-aperture three-foot cardboard tubes, secured with duct tape, and fixed to our stoop’s bannister. A box at the bottom to collect the candy. The angle is steep enough that the candy can and does travel freely to the bottom. There! Social distancing achieved, and problem solved. We even have cardboard tubes for our neighbors.
I’m as guilty as anybody else, of course. But at least I feel guilty about badly labeling my files.
The horror.
The horror.
The Morgan Barod cheetah story won’t be in the Tales From the Fermi Resolution Kickstarter, but it’s probably going to be in the short story sampler now. THE KING-CAT COMMANDS IT.
Via @AndyBenditt.
I hope to God this is just what the confirmation of my beer delivery order looks like during the month of October. Because this is some [expletive deleted]ed-up [expletive deleted], man. I dunno if I want this in my head.
(H/T: Instapundit) I understand that the ‘Florida Man’ meme is unfair. The state does full-disclosure on crimes, so reporters know there’s a well of crazy stuff there to mine.
And yet.
So. Assuming that this story is correct, Florida highway interactions can start with bumping cars on the highway, speeding up, slowing down, brandishing a firearm, having someone respond by firing a gun through his own windshield, and then having the gunman call the cops himself to report in the incident as a warning to future highway wrongdoers. But that’s not what fascinates me.
This fascinates me.
Continue reading Tweet of the Day, It’s Florida Men All The Way Down edition.The ‘Sesame Street biome’ bit made me grin, too.
I well and truly do. The original voices are nice. But we’ve all gotten so old!
Via @Chaosium_Inc. Wait for it…
