‘I bet your little Asian, fish head, wife doesn’t have these cannons,’ the complaint reads.
Fourscore
on April 29, 2026 at 8:44 pm
I never thought that would ever happen to me and it never did.
I know, it’s unexplainable but…
Evan from Evansville
on April 29, 2026 at 8:34 pm
I forgot all about Make Space Great Again! The ‘a’ in ‘Space’ gives him a perpetually irked face. (Or a Frida. Your choice.)
And Trump’s Space Force. Not sure on that one. I *do* think some directed EMP is the easiest way to play Risk with the world and completely fuck absolutely everything up.
I’d rather that not happen. *holds ritualistic sextant to night sky, chat wards evil spirits away*
(It’s better if our (sometimes evil) idiots are Top Dog in that fight, rather than other Explicitly Evil Idiots.)
Why is it so hard to find out if I can just rip off the railing on my steps and not bother replacing it.
What’s the trade name for the plastic 2x4s some people use for decks? If I need to replace the railing, I figure that’s a better option than what is there now.
Thank you. From the construction of what’s there now, I could replace it with one standard 2×4 sized board, a saw and appropriately weather-proof nails.
For some reason I own a nail gun and air compressor. So I think I’d need to add a miter saw to do it.
I’m sure there is an ordnance requiring a hand rail if it’s more than 2 steps or wider than 36 inches. MN has some such rule that I had to comply with.
C.J. Cherryh posted a farewell to her readers on Facebook this week. She is 83 years old. The post read in full:
“Dear readers and friends. The unhappy fact is—the numerous bouts of anaesthetic I’ve had have made it pretty well impossible for me to write. I drop stitches. Not many. No problems with daily life or doing creative stuff or enjoying life in general. But the ability to control narrative is just not what it was, and it’s just not going to be there. I’ve accepted that, painful as it is. I thank all of you who’ve stood by me patiently. The body of work is what it is, and I am lastingly grateful to my publisher, Betsy Wollheim, who has given me every extension of time and resource. And of course to Jane, who is all things.”
“The ability to control narrative is just not what it was.” From a writer who spent fifty years building some of the most architecturally complex fictional universes in science fiction, that single sentence carries the full weight of what she is describing and accepting.
I didn’t realize she was still alive. Looked it up, she’s been writing for DAW Books (Donald Wolheim’s company) since the 70’s. DAW’s first Hugo author, too. I never got into her stuff but I recognize the name.
Getting good and not good essays along with a few non-essays. Pretty fun Keeping loose track of ’em, will certainly be written up, this gig’s workings and its funsies.
First, though, I made very good progress with a Meijer pickup dept one, such odd differences.
Also putting Sri Lanka info into my bro’s program to digitally map my travels w pics and whatnot. I forgot how I sat on the train with my legs out of the car as we went through tea plantation country. Damn. The one time I wish I ever wielded a selfie-stick. I’m fucking lucky I didn’t drop my phone doing that. (Or skilled. *brushes imaginary smoking jacket*)
Red USA Hat looks pissed off about something.
69th dimensional chess? I see what you did there.
🤣😂
I am enjoying this episode…
IN SPACE!
The flesh is spongy and weak
https://x.com/dailymail/status/2049618941043949691
Archive link
This is the line that made me LOL
‘I bet your little Asian, fish head, wife doesn’t have these cannons,’ the complaint reads.
I never thought that would ever happen to me and it never did.
I know, it’s unexplainable but…
I forgot all about Make Space Great Again! The ‘a’ in ‘Space’ gives him a perpetually irked face. (Or a Frida. Your choice.)
And Trump’s Space Force. Not sure on that one. I *do* think some directed EMP is the easiest way to play Risk with the world and completely fuck absolutely everything up.
I’d rather that not happen. *holds ritualistic sextant to night sky, chat wards evil spirits away*
(It’s better if our (sometimes evil) idiots are Top Dog in that fight, rather than other Explicitly Evil Idiots.)
Why is it so hard to find out if I can just rip off the railing on my steps and not bother replacing it.
What’s the trade name for the plastic 2x4s some people use for decks? If I need to replace the railing, I figure that’s a better option than what is there now.
Timbertech and Trex are two composite decking manufacturers.
There are others.
Thank you. From the construction of what’s there now, I could replace it with one standard 2×4 sized board, a saw and appropriately weather-proof nails.
For some reason I own a nail gun and air compressor. So I think I’d need to add a miter saw to do it.
And a saw stop table saw…
I’m sure there is an ordnance requiring a hand rail if it’s more than 2 steps or wider than 36 inches. MN has some such rule that I had to comply with.
The building code is vague. At least from what’s posted online.
I think I’ll err on the side of putting an exact replacement
Then you’ll be ticketed for no building/remodeling/repairing permit
Composite decking is 5.5×1” or 7/8”. It’s anoying.
The current railing was made with a 2×4 which has started rotting. I’d love to just rip it out.
But I’d get a nastygram from code enforcement because that asshole has nothing better to do.
If code enforcement or the accessors office comes by my place I hope they take not the the backhoe first.
Home Depot may have some trex in stock. It’s easy to work with.
“Call for pricing and availability”
😑
What’s the point of a website if you want me to make a phone call and deal with humans.
RIP
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roger_Sweet
Did he get to see any early cut of Masters of the Universe like that cancer kid got to watch The Phantom Menace?
Not sure that I’ve read any of her stuff.
But I have a massive pile in the office I’ll likely never get to.
C.J. Cherryh to stop writing
C.J. Cherryh posted a farewell to her readers on Facebook this week. She is 83 years old. The post read in full:
“Dear readers and friends. The unhappy fact is—the numerous bouts of anaesthetic I’ve had have made it pretty well impossible for me to write. I drop stitches. Not many. No problems with daily life or doing creative stuff or enjoying life in general. But the ability to control narrative is just not what it was, and it’s just not going to be there. I’ve accepted that, painful as it is. I thank all of you who’ve stood by me patiently. The body of work is what it is, and I am lastingly grateful to my publisher, Betsy Wollheim, who has given me every extension of time and resource. And of course to Jane, who is all things.”
“The ability to control narrative is just not what it was.” From a writer who spent fifty years building some of the most architecturally complex fictional universes in science fiction, that single sentence carries the full weight of what she is describing and accepting.
Sad but TBH I have never heard of her.
I didn’t realize it was a woman. Her books sold like hot cakes when ever we had any.
And I have such a huge backlog of books to read already, I don’t need another author to follow.
I didn’t realize she was still alive. Looked it up, she’s been writing for DAW Books (Donald Wolheim’s company) since the 70’s. DAW’s first Hugo author, too. I never got into her stuff but I recognize the name.
Ok, so today I learned I can play games from Amazon Luna on my iPad with an Amazon controller.
🤯
I thought they shut Luna down.
Nope. The redo hasn’t happened yet.
Getting good and not good essays along with a few non-essays. Pretty fun Keeping loose track of ’em, will certainly be written up, this gig’s workings and its funsies.
First, though, I made very good progress with a Meijer pickup dept one, such odd differences.
Also putting Sri Lanka info into my bro’s program to digitally map my travels w pics and whatnot. I forgot how I sat on the train with my legs out of the car as we went through tea plantation country. Damn. The one time I wish I ever wielded a selfie-stick. I’m fucking lucky I didn’t drop my phone doing that. (Or skilled. *brushes imaginary smoking jacket*)
Good for me to keep busy.