Pacing Ourselves
Streaming TV was made for folks like me.
"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
You really never leave
Streaming TV was made for folks like me.
Whew, that was close!
One a day in Tampa Bay
More and more, I see the pronoun people, like some members of the LGBTQI community, as participants in a giant game of Calvinball, scrambling to keep up with changing rules and shifting goalposts.
Oh, you want the piggy dirties? Happy to oblige, so long as you understand why I still have to be vague about certain details.
Yesterday, even before Cassidy Hutchinson had finished testifying before the Congressional committee investigating the January 6th attack on the Capitol, pundits and sages on Twitter were comparing her to Alexander Butterfield, the man who, in 1973, revealed Nixon’s White House taping system to the Watergate Committee.
Putting out the garbage first thing in the morning once a week is just an extra step in my morning chores. So far it’s working: today there’s garbage all up and down the street, but none of it’s ours.
Which I guess tells you everything you need to know on where I stand with regard to abortion and a woman’s right to choose.