Mrs. McG and I were lunching out today when she saw on a news channel’s crawl that Bill Paxton had died.
Now I discover he suffered a fatal stroke as a result of open-heart surgery.
I was worried enough about Mrs. McG’s procedure while it was happening; news like this could have put me in the cardiovascular unit while she was still on the operating table. Yeesh.
And no, I’m not moving over to gab.ai
If it’s a “living Constitution,” how is it that five or more justices of the Supreme Court can shove their hands up its ass and make it say things it plainly doesn’t?
If it were really alive, shouldn’t it speak for itself?
It’s an intriguing concept, but when you get right down to it peer-to-peer social networking has existed since the birth of the internet.
It’s called email. Or blogging or texting. And while it’s true that it isn’t truly “peer-to-peer” in the non-social networking sense, it does satisfy one major issue people have with Facebook and Twitter: it doesn’t go through Facebook or Twitter.
Since yesterday Friday, Feb. 24, and for the foreseeable future, my Twitter presence is vastly scaled back. I’ve protected my account and unfollowed almost everyone. Follow requests will be considered on a case-by-case basis, but those I was previously following have a better chance of being approved at an end.
Meanwhile, this site remains open to the general public. Anyone who wants to read what I post here is welcome to do so.
The popular legend is that the unicorns all perished in the Great Flood because they hid from Noah when he went to gather the animals into the ark.
That’s actually not true. Here’s what really happened:
…ham. Minus the green eggs.
Just renewed my amateur radio license online and was surprised to not be asked for payment information. Of course, ham licenses are valid for ten years so either of two things could explain it:
1. It’s always been free to renew, and I just don’t remember because I last renewed it while George W. Bush was still president, or
2. The rules have changed and the FCC doesn’t charge for it anymore.
A third possibility, that I screwed up somehow and that’s why I didn’t get charged, would seem to be ruled out because the words “no fee required” were plainly legible on the screen before I clicked submit.
But who knows, in government all things are screw-up-able. I’ll believe it went through when my renewed license document arrives in the mail.
Update, Saturday morning: the FCC license search shows the renewal has taken effect; I’m good until 2027. And the updated license document is a PDF file and I already have it.
With Mrs. McG recuperating at home I’ve had scant attention for politics. Has Elizabeth Warren managed to get Trump’s scalp yet? Did Chuck Schumer succeed at gunning down Trump’s Cabinet picks? Is Merrick Garland on the Supreme Court yet?
More like muhuhuhuwahahahahahahahaha!!!
…by which I mean, “…for people who pray.” The radical Left knows just how many He has made, and that fact haunts their nightmares. But it’s not the (only) reason I’m grateful.
Mrs. McG came through her surgery yesterday and is recovering today from an hours-long ordeal, well into the night, that would make a character from Lord of the Rings pale in terror. It’s one thing to have those kinds of things done to you by orcs trying to kill you, but by healers? People who are on your side? And then you have to live through it???
But she’s awake and able to move around her room in ICU, and in good spirits even without considering what an invasive procedure a quadruple bypass still is in this day and age of laparoscopy and laser surgery and microsurgery and robotics and so on.
And full recovery isn’t going to happen overnight. Or even overfortnight.
But I still have her, and for that I cannot be thankful enough.