I was at the Jays game in 1983 when Dave Winfield killed a seagull on the field with a baseball (1983). They delayed the game, batboy came out and put a towel over it before carrying it off the field. The crowd went NUTS and chanted, "Winfield Sucks!" forever to We Will Rock You's stomp-stomp clap.
It's wild that CMB, an undersized rookie PF, is the best center they've had since 2021.
This is unwatchable and also I just really do not like this team as constructed. The Cavs are totally beatable and yet are winning easily. Bleh.
I'm glad the bench played well, but it's an indictment of the starters. The Cavs are eminently beatable but the Raps are simply not up to the task.
They are playing Biggie and Tupac on the Adult Easy Listening a.k.a., Golden Oldies. station, a.k.a., Lawrence Welk show here and I am extremely not okay.
My wife has to use it at work for a Very Big Corp. She asked it to do exploratory analyses of company-wide data. It spit out some "insights." They were, uh, surprising, so she does some digging and realizes it's just deleted 10k employees. She asks why, it says it didn't find them important. (!?!)
Plus we can show them to our kids so they can see how hard things were back in the 1900s.
Oh wow, I had no idea of that context.
Growing up dirt poor in a rural area of Canada, Red Lobster was, like, the absolute pinnacle of luxury dining for us. Maybe a once-every-five-years sort of situation. I will absolutely never forget having crab legs for the first time.
My (American) friends were talking about WBC the other night and I was like: wait, the US roster has only one non-white person on it? (I forgot Aaron Judge is African American, my bad.) Someone responded that four African American invitees declined. Quelle surprise.
As a new voter, I feel like this means a specific thing, but there are many different districts and I'm a noob.
Special bonus: the voting place is at the boys' elementary school. We are 32nd ward, city-wise, and 5th district federally (it's the super-janky one currently, uh, owned by Mike Quigley)
EMILY! GOOD MORNING!
Today is also Illinois Primary Election Day!
Holly and I get to vote as US citizens for the very first time and we are very excited! [We are very tired, but we made it.]
In his semi-defence, Ukrainians will drink an emeffer into oblivion. I shared an office with a Ukrainian for four years. When you visit their home, you're greeted with a vodka shot before you sit down, then follows a bunch of sayings: just one and it will be lonely, two is unlucky...
Sulfur is a relatively small percentage waste product, but they had so much of it that the global price collapsed, so they just stockpiled it by pouring it while molten (it melts at ~115C) into giant concrete molds in an ever-expanding block, waiting to be sold if the price ever increased. (2/2)
The oilsands are EASILY the most dystopian place I've ever been; they look like a moonscape. The guy showing us around pointed to a giant yellow thing -- I'd guess ~30-50 feet high and the area of many football fields -- and it was a solid block of pure sulfur. (1/2)
The extent to which my kids simply did not care about gay or queerness cannot be overstated. Age 3: "What does gay mean?" Well, you know how X at school has two dads? They're gay. "Huh." *goes back to playing Lego, completely unfazed*
Also, too: It's the homophobic parents who need therapy.
Dude, one of my wife's besties just adopted and she's 48. I had to go take a nap. God bless, go forward.
I shit you not: my youngest had it as an after school snack today
It's fun. Your kids then can remind you on the daily that you're one of the oldest parents of everyone at school. Great for keeping the ego in check.
(The extent to which my superpower of randos feeling compelled to tell me their deepest shit sucks so much. I hate it.)
A colleague with a PhD and a highly cited book on research methods, for example. When Cliff was a newborn, we struggled to get a newborn wellness visit due to a measles outbreak here. All the antivaxxers -- fully knowing the science -- rushed to get their kids vaxxed, swamping appointments.
It was mainly ww energy/ oppositional defiance, as in nobody is going to tell them what to do. Nothing to do with kids' health. Strictly about the need to feel better-than or not subordinate.
Even at 11 and 13, my kids are still absolutely cooked by Friday after school. I basically just throw some food at them and hope for the best.
Many if not most antivaxxers that I know/knew didn't struggle with misinformation. They had the tools themselves, knew better, or had people in their lives who could have resolved alleged confusion.
Instead, they just wanted to act out. (Not speculating about this, they actually told me.)
Infinite swag.
My wife's love language is yelling at the kids to wear winter gear. My kids' love language is wearing shorts and slides to school. You can imagine how things are going.
It wasn't supposed to happen until ~2050-2070, but there's a non-trivial chance that the US population decreases THIS YEAR, which is bonkerballs.
That's kind of amazing, tbh, the fact that it was captured for posterity, and it's really what you grew into.
We hosted Chinese New Year here last weekend. I have to cook outside (flattop grill + Coleman camp stove) because it's too much for our stove to handle. I will admit I was cold by the end.
Every time time a Winnipegger spots him on the street (sound up makes this one so much better, dude is EXCITED to fight):
youtu.be/CHJMPhUDtss?...