And I have no idea why, since the dog is Man’s Best Friend, and stupidly hot summers are no friend to anyone.
How do we encourage people to take off their clothes? Thoughts on the matter…
Not having written for a long time, I’m little rusty and very nervous, aware that what I have in mind to write, might not be agreeable to everyone ( I know there is nothing that we all agree on) and whether there is any point. Will this be just another post that people take a casual look at and then ignore, or will it act as a catalyst for something good?
The short answer is; I don’t know, but here goes it anyway. This post is not about me, it is about what I think about the way to improve naturism through increased public acceptance of nudity, it is up to you to consider it in your future plans or ignore it as an idiotic idea.
10 years ago, most people risked getting arrested if they walked nude in the open countryside even, never mind the urban areas. This started…
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The host over at my Regular-ish Site are in upgrade mode:
On May 29th, between 4:00pm and 10:00pm PST, we will be performing a few upgrades on your shared MySQL server, [name redacted].
We expect the process to take up to 30 minutes total, and once this has completed, your MySQL server will be running Ubuntu Bionic and MySQL 5.7.
You may notice that your MySQL databases are unreachable for brief periods, or your website may behave unexpectedly while we complete the upgrade. This is normal, and your sites and databases will be back online as soon as the upgrade is complete!
The full name is in fact Bionic Beaver, and this release dates to April 2018, though it should be good for four more years.
“Why did they put the stadium there?” you ask.
This all started when CJ asked which three baseball stadiums formed the smallest triangle. And we agreed it had to be the Brewers, the White Sox, and the Cubs, because Milwaukee and Chicago are really close together.
But it seems like cheating to use two teams in the same city. The most elegant way to forbid that is to ask the question one league at a time. Which three American League parks form the smallest triangle? And what about the National League?
First of all, what does “smallest” mean? There are lots of choices, but (perhaps inspired by the summer we played a lot of Ingress) we asked for the triangle with the smallest area. Which means you don’t just want the parks to be close together, you want them to be almost collinear!
I asked on Twitter and got lots of proposed answers. But it wasn’t obvious to…
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I pay for my own housing, but I see no reason why anyone should care about that.
So, I recently came across this tweet on my Twitter timeline. It caused some outrage and controversy. So I went on this person’s profile page to figure out if I could get any context from the rest of the tweets. Unfortunately, I failed on that part. All I could figure out was that this person is a writer and a comedian and they went to Harvard at some point. Considering that this person makes a living in trying to be funny, I wasn’t sure if this tweet was a serious statement or her trying to be funny. Maybe it was both. Since I’m not sure what her intent was, I sort of find it as a failure on her part as a writer to try to convey her true intent.
Anyways, the replies to that tweet fell into two camps: 1) People who assumed that the author of the tweet…
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A social-justice worrier has her BVDs knotted because the Princeton men’s a cappella singers, the Tigertones, keep singing “Kiss the Girl” without her consent:
No matter how “great the tradition,” this canonical Tigertones tune should be struck from their repertoire. Its lyrics raise some serious issues. The premise of the song, originally sung in the Disney film The Little Mermaid, is that the male Prince Eric, on a date with the beautiful female Ariel, should kiss her without asking for a single word to affirm her consent. Despite the fact that an evil sea-witch cursed Ariel’s voice away, making verbal consent impossible, the song is clearly problematic from the get-go.
I can see where this girl is headed: thirty-one instead of twenty-nine.
It angers me that a natural impulse to kiss an attractive member of the opposite sex is condemned as “toxic masculinity,” a sophomoric opinion coming from an actual sophomore who, by doing so, is engaging in toxic feminism … with the support of the University.
Most of all, I grieve over the sad barren emotional lives of the young SJW generation. Very, very few experiences in life are as great as a welcome passionate kiss from the guy, especially if it’s unexpected. Denying yourself a rich emotional experience under the guise of … what? … a neopuritanical rejection of the “romantic and sexual liberties taken by men” is not only what Rosalind Russell must have had in mind when she said, “Yes! Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death!”
There are people who prefer kale to a bacon cheeseburger. It’s pretty much useless to try to change their minds.
I’ve been married nearly 45 years (this January 12 is that anniversary). I won’t claim that we haven’t had some difficult times – we moved, for example 17 times in the first 15 years. We had 3 kids in 4 years.
We’ve endured the deaths of ALL of our parents, and each of us has lost a brother before their time.
We don’t always agree — for the last 10 years, I’ve voted differently than my husband, supporting candidates that he despised.
We’ve had “discussions” about housework, bills, and laundry.
In short, just like everyone else.
Indeed. My own marriage lasted only nine years, and it was crumbling long before the decree was issued. And she still has one parent left. But like Linda’s, it started on the 12th of January — next anniversary would have been the forty-first. I concluded long ago that some people were just wrong for each other; it was later that I realized that I was wrong for anyone. Coming to grips with that has not been easy.
House sparrows are everywhere humans are. But despite their suggestive species name, Passer domesticus, they aren’t officially domesticated. The bold, tiny, gray-and-brown birds are found on every continent except Antarctica, hopping around cities, pecking at leftover food on sidewalks, and sometimes chasing away native bird species. A new study suggests how these ubiquitous avians have adapted to living alongside humans: The evolutionary process of natural selection may have favored genetic changes that altered their skull shape and allowed them to digest starch — similar to domesticated animals like dogs.
So that’s what happened to that corn dog you dropped by the curb.
I think I’m running late.
Stage magicians have been slicing women in half for ages; traditionally this has been a horizontal cut through the midsection, but a few decades back, someone came up with the idea of cutting the young lady lengthwise. I never did figure out how that illusion worked. And I have no idea how this variation on the theme is accomplished:
Somewhere, I suspect, an illusionist is adapting the common woodchipper to stage magic. I’m not sure I want to know how that’s going to work.
I am told that routine maintenance is going on at the host; they said a two-hour window, but only five minutes of actual downtime.
That was 45 minutes ago.