Breaking News: The Trump administration has announced a new unit of time: the magasecond, or the time from when a policy is announced to when it is rescinded.

A colleague passed away. His family asked for donations to “Blacks in Government,” which he was involved with for decades. Reply from racist woman: “I honestly have an aversion to supporting DEI or otherwise selective charities. I will donate for [a plaque] but not for ‘Blacks in Government Inc.’”

My wife was at Goodwill and saw a couple of Mormon missionaries. She overheard the following from two women in line:
“What do those Mormons believe, anyway?”
“I don’t know, but they aren’t allowed to have windows.”

💙

Can you imagine?
Wife: I’m really struggling with depression.
Kevin: These charts say you shouldn’t be.

I feel like starting a business making bumper stickers that read, “Don’t blame me. I know how tariffs work.”

My sister, who is married to a GA, once randomly told my wife how garments are a blessing because husbands know not to ask wives to wear lingerie. My wife said, “Um, I *like* getting lingerie, and my husband likes it on me.” My sister was horrified.

Another thread brought up this question: How do Mormons define “happiness”? I always thought happiness was keeping the commandments. If I was doing what I should, I was happy, no matter how I felt.

Family includes everyone! ❤️

He uses the shit-ball approach. His “argument” starts as a small ball of shit, which he rolls in an ever-expanding spiral away from the point until what’s left is a massive, faint beige stain, and you can’t remember what the original topic was. Oh, and adds charts.

Thank God I was never like Kevin. Ugh.

Yep, when I was a believer, I would have said I was happy, even though I had long-term untreated clinical depression.

I heard that talk cited multiple times on my mission in the mid-1980s.

I’m home, thankfully. I spent about 5 hours in the ER.

Yes, been using them what a refreshing change from that sewer.

Thanks. They have me on steroids. Fingers crossed.

Normal temp, still tired and weird rash things on my legs.

The weekend started badly: 103 fever, trip to the ER, lots of tests, diagnosis of erythema nodosum (literally bumpy rash). But I come here, and there are no Nazis and no Mormon white supremacists. So, things are looking up.

“The Deep Sleep,” Wright Morris, 1953. Ostensibly about family and grief, this beautifully written book explores how we fill in the gaps of our lives with meaning and myth.

Elvis Costello’s 500 Must-Have Albums, from Rap to Classical The rock star compiles his favorite albums, ranging from Eminem to Mozart.

Working my way through this list. Worth every minute.

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Wright Morris
Reflection in Oval Mirror, The Home Place, 1947

I’ll give this a shot.

Yeah, I’d had enough of that hellhole.

America: Prices are too high!
Also America: Let’s make all imported goods 20% more expensive!

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