Eclipse 2017

August 21, 2017

So like everyone else in the country, I spent a good part of my afternoon looking at the sky. The DC area is north of the path of totality, so we didn’t get the full coverage and had to settle for a maximum of 80% moon blockage scheduled at 2:40pm. I procured a proper viewer and started to watch.

1:17pm: Moon begins to cross the sun. (Right on time!)

1:45pm: Sun resembles cookie with bite taken out of it.

2:15pm: Crescent sun!

2:35pm: Skinnier crescent sun, almost time for peak…

2:38pm: Almost…

2:39pm: Oh crap…

Big Clouds: “HEY, YOU GUYS! Can we join the party?”

This has been Day 90 of the 100 Days of Summer, Round 17.

A Gross Misuse of Tiki Torches

August 15, 2017

So… stuff happened in Charlottesville, VA this past weekend.

A bunch of white supremacists heard the town was moving a Robert E Lee statue, so they flipped out and marched on the park, with their torches… Wait a minute!

Are those… those backyard barbecue mosquito repellent torches you can get at Target? What’s wrong, guys, not ruggedly manly enough to get a big stick out of the woods and ignite it? Seriously, look at these stupid assholes. I feel like this isn’t so much a mob of white supremacists as a boggart that initially appeared as a mob of white supremacists but you’ve already said “Riddikulus!” Are we supposed to be afraid of these fuckbags?

Well, not afraid, but definitely not unconcerned. One of them did run his car over a crowd of the counterprotesters, killing one and injuring a whole lot of others. These public manifestations of theirs do embolden their supporters, validating their spurious white superiority beliefs and putting others in danger. Doesn’t help (if not the least bit surprising) that the Orange Thing currently occupying the White House took two whole days to even kind of sort of say anything close to “racism is bad, mmmkay” in response to this. And today pretty much walked it back and blamed leftists because of course he did.

And we of course have not seen the last of this. Not at all.
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WTF Montana?

May 26, 2017

So you may have noticed there seems to be more bad behavior than usual in US politics. I mean, this was painfully realized last November, confirmed in January, and has been a not-sure-whether-to-laugh-or-cry spectacle ever since. The Orange Thing that’s been occupying the White House the past few months has bragged about sexual assault, mocked a disabled person, advocated war crimes, and, dear God, I’d be here for the rest of the decade if I were to even attempt a comprehensive list. But his party and supporters still stick by him. They still excuse this behavior.

But I didn’t mean to talk so much about him. Montana just elected a congressman who literally physically attacked a reporter who was merely asking him questions.

That’s right, elected. This incident happened on Wednesday night, the night before Special Election Day. In any decent or just universe, this would have been the end of him. But sure enough, despite there being some question as the race has been kind of close, Montana voted him right in.

While some have chalked it up to early voting, that many or most Montana voters had already cast their ballots before this happened, surveys taken at polling places yesterday are less than encouraging. People who knew full well that this man, Greg Gianforte, physically assaulted an innocent journalist, Ben Jacobs, still happily voted for him.

Because they believed the liberal journalist deserved it.

You know, yeah, we all know politicians have always been kind of terrible, to varying degrees anyway. You sort of have to be kind of terrible to succeed in it, sadly. But for the most part, they tend to at least pretend they are not terrible. They at least acknowledge there are certain behaviors that are unacceptable, even if so many get caught in their share of scandals. Even when caught, they and those around them might not try to act like it was all cool. They might still support them otherwise, but they acknowledge some wrong was done. That’s how it’s supposed to work anyway.

But whether the Orange Thing or Gianforte or whoever else (including those who aren’t Republicans, not pretending Democrats or others are at all innocent), it’s like some sort of party unity comes before everything else.

It’s like…
“Did you know Candidate hasn’t paid taxes in two decades, is cheating on his wife, and likes to kick puppies?”
“Yeah, but Other Candidate is Other Party and therefore evil. Also, her e-mails.”

Again, this is nothing new. It just seems to be getting a lot more blatant. A lot more shameless.

That there is the problem. Where is the line? The Orange Thing seems to be going out of his way to cross it, and why the hell hasn’t he yet for so many? And Gianforte and who knows how many others seeking elected office are getting the clear message that they can behave badly all they want, that being violent and out of control is the path to success.

We need to hold our leaders and ourselves a LOT more accountable than this. We need to fully understand that, no, the journalist did not deserve to be straight up body slammed just because of his political affiliation and because he was asking a tough question which, you know, any elected official had damn well better have thick enough skin to handle if they expect to get anywhere. We can’t have so many people in this country not understanding that.

The survival of our country depends on us all getting this. Violence like this out of someone wanting to be a congressman, and violence against a member of the press no less, which undermines the First Amendment, is the kind of thing that, if it becomes more commonplace, we can say goodbye to considering ourselves anything close to a free society. As it is, we have a police brutality problem, and there are too many people defending that for sure. How much worse can we let this get? How much more is going to be excused because of authoritarian beliefs or partisan rage?

Because this shit is not even close to okay!

This has been Day 3 of the 100 Days of Summer, Round 17.

Mmmm, Candy Hearts 12

February 14, 2017

“IM YOURS” Yes, candy heart, I suppose you are. Lucky you.

“YES” What are you replying to? Or is this open-ended?

“KISS ME” Well, you’ll pass between my lips in the course of being devoured, so close enough.

Ah, it’s Valentine’s Day again. How nice. Last year, by which I mean like four posts ago since I’ve been neglecting this thing, I finally said screw it and tore love itself apart. And it deserved it, that bastard. Masquerading so long as being pure and good and something that will trump hate, someone had to say it.

I believe I’ll take a different tack today, however.

When in love, there’s this urge to place object of said love on a pedestal, to see everything this person says or does as brilliant or amazing. Something that you just sort of come to expect and work to see through it. It makes no sense. This person isn’t brilliant. They’re totally full of shit and they know it and really you know it.

And then you know you know it. Then what?

You find you still love that pile of shit anyway, that’s what. Whether it’s in the form of wanting to kiss them or being deliriously happy when around them or wanting to fight over money and dinner plates for life, you still feel it nonetheless despite them being very clearly full of shit.

Not that this is really a beautiful thing. I mean, this is also how abusive relationships continue. But let’s say there’s no abuse here. It’s just seeing human imperfections for what they are. This pile of shit that has won your affections for some reason is, after all, human. Just like you. Such an important common ground!

So you two piles of shit, enjoy your evening!

I’ll sit here with my candy hearts.

“U R SWEET” I think you’re the sweet one, being made of sugar. I’m made of other stuff.

“MARRY ME” Eh, why not? Could be the start of a long relationship- Or not, I just ate you. I must be part spider.

“TRUE LOVE” Ah, but we just met. You have yet to see through my nonsense. Give it time- Or not, I just ate you.

NOPE 2016

December 31, 2016

It’s over. It’s finally over. Well, let’s take a last look…

January: Science Is Everywhere
-New TV
-Zoo Lights
-Something isn’t right.
-Spice cookies
-David Bowie?! Awww.
-Oh, dear, that house had an electrical fire.
-Alan Rickman?! Awww.
-Something still isn’t right.
-Wow, big snow storm.
-Got to watch as much Doctor Who as I can before Netflix pulls it.

February: Wagner
-Muse concert!
-Something very much isn’t right.
-Superbowl! Chili and cookies as usual.
-Something is most definitely not right…
-Oh. Oh no.
-I… I waited too long.
-Unless I’m mistaken? Am I mistaken?
-What is going on?
-I’m… not mistaken. 🙁
-Soul searching late night drive. What do I do now?
-Wait. Is that a $72 roundtrip airfare to Chicago? Hell yeah, I’ll go to Chicago!
-Okay, I’ll go on a bunch of trips this year.
-Starting with a ski day at Seven Springs!

March: Kommissar
-What a bizarre board game.
-Goodbye, Downton Abbey.
-Zootopia!
-Lots of stories for Lent this year.
-Marzipan eggs!
-Brookside as usual.
-Solo Easter!

April: An Even Wackier One
-Now to the Outer Banks!
-But I won’t spend any money because I don’t want to reward North Carolina for their anti-trans bathroom asshattery.
-Up at 4am to go to the damn airport.
-Good morning, Chicago!
-The ledge at the Tower Formerly Known as Sears.
-Wow, that’s a weird pizza.
-It’s that painting you’re supposed to stare at, according to Ferris Bueller.
-Mmmm, Italian beef.
-Back to Midway. Back home. This was just a day trip after all. 😛
-My state’s turn for the presidential primary.
-Well, that was pointless.
-Now visiting the alma mater on the way to another day trip destination.
-Ah, the Ocean City boardwalk. Lots of kites!
-And a disturbing number of Trump shirts in the gift shops. -_-
-Mini-golf!

May: Sex, Drugs, and Sea Slime
-Damn. The orange swamp monster secured the nomination.
-Birthday!
-Now to Baltimore to go to the aquarium.
-What a bizarre book title.
-Ugh, damn it, Capitals.
-Ugh, everything else.
-Nationals game. They lost.
-Another Nationals game. They lost.

June: 11:45 Entry
-More meh.
-But I’m going to New York next!
-Catching a bus at 6am.
-Bus is late. Must rush.
-Got there just in time. Up the escalator.
-I’m here.
-At last, after 19 years, I’m atop the World Trade Center! 😀
-Brexit vote: UK, WTF are you doing?

July: Metro Center
-Next up: Flying out to Las Vegas for July 4th weekend.
-Then flying back over July 4th fireworks!
-Then landed to find TSA opened my suitcase. :irked:
-Meh.
-Something about the Newseum and a Canadian.

August: Inkers
-Rio Olympics!
-Road trip to Connecticut!
-Weekend in Atlanta!

September: Arnos Grove
-Nationals game. Hey, they won this time!
-The Bazaar is in October?!
-Here we go again, seven years to the day after I left last time…
-London!
-No sleep on the flight over, though. :\

October: Six Pitchers
-Mmmm, Bazaar.
-Damn it, Nats. -_-

November: For Some Reason
-Election Day, at long last…
-No.
-No, no, no, no, no.
-ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? WE’RE SUPPOSED TO BE BETTER THAN THIS!
-Just… how? why?
-To airport super early…
-Hello, Magic Kingdom.
-What the shit? It’s November. Why is it so crowded? There’s never anyone here in November! :irked:
-Landed back at BWI. Why is my car not unlocking?
-Oh. I left a light on in my rush to make the flight. For five days. *grimace*
-I haven’t seen her in many many years.
-To Philadelphia and southern New Jersey. Something about an aquarium and a Canadian.

December: Foamed Milk on a Pumpkin Spice Latte
-Christmas.

Alright, 2017 ball up there in Times Square…

Get us the fuck out of here! :scared:

London 2016, Part 5: Arts & Aircraft

September 27, 2016

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Last day. Mostly packed up, but off to do some stuff before checkout.

I missed it last time, so finally to squeeze in Torture Fortress Bridge.

Neat upper walkway.

The road below.

And… boilers, I guess?

Okay, maybe I hadn’t missed much. Or maybe I already saw so many views yesterday I’m just not impressed anymore.

Oh, hey, there’s Trajan. I remember you from last time.

Back to the Strand to check out of hotel. But have to leave suitcase for a bit. One more nearby stop before the airport. Been through Trafalgar Square enough times but hadn’t actually gone inside there yet.
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London 2016, Part 4: Sliding High

September 26, 2016

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Up and out, got a coffee, and headed toward the Covent Garden tube stop. Hmm, lots of people trying to get on the elevator down to the train platform. I guess it’s Monday morning rush. No matter. I see the stairs down right here. I’ll just pop on down.

And down…

And down…

Down some more…

Down even more…

Ah, fuck, why did I do this?!

Aha! Reached the bottom! I wonder if it’s nighttime already.

Anyway, boarded the train, switched to a different line at Holborn, and was heading northeast now, out of central London again. Off at Stratford and navigated a whole outdoor shopping center, until I found my way out and into the park there.

Anyway, I’m heading up whatever this is.

It’s got an observation deck.

Michael Phelps and Katie Ledecky swam there.

Usain Bolt ran and cauldron pieces came together in there.

Back to the bottom to head back up this thing another way, this time leaving most items in a locker in the meantime. The ArcelorMittal Orbit is not just an artsy observation deck for a bygone Olympiad… it’s a Super Fun Happy Slide!
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London 2016, Part 3: Potter & Bard

September 25, 2016

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(Note: This trip took place before JK Rowling was revealed to be hateful transphobic garbage. Her views and actions thereof as of late are repugnant to say the least, and, though I found it enjoyable on the day recounted below, I wouldn’t be visiting the studio or any other associated locations now.)

While up and getting ready for the day, I had the BBC on the TV, in its natural habitat. They were talking things back home in the US, about the police brutality and our completely bonkers upcoming election. Weird feeling hearing the perspective on all this from a different country, a feeling I can’t quite describe.

Not to mention the ads I’m seeing for a regular morning news segment about our presidential election. Hosted by Jerry Springer. -_-

Then again, you’re the dumbasses who just Brexited, so STFU.

So I went on out, grabbed some coffee, and made my way back to where I was last night. Near this thing again.

But next door to here.

I was a bit early so I waited around for the tour to begin and others to show up for it. The guide came along, and we wandered through all things bard.

Is this a miniature replica of this building inside this building? Does that mean there’s another miniature replica inside the replica, and so on? What have I stumbled into?!

The immortal bard’s immortal stage. Or at least a recreation of it. When the tour group arrived in here sometime before I took this picture, there was some sort of Elizabethan knife fight going on up there. Hard core.

After parting with more of my cash in the gift shop, on some magnets, coffee mug, and a manga versions of Hamlet and A Midsummer Night’s Dream that I could not resist, I trudged on out, wandering eastward, now around noontime.
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London 2016, Part 2: Time & Tate

September 24, 2016

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Oh, that’s better. Nice and rested!

What am I going to do today?

Hmm. I got there too late last time to be able to see much, so if I get there early enough now, should get a better spot…

So on out of the hotel, across Trafalgar Square. My way was blocked by street closures due to filming, so I had to find an alternate route. But I got there before too long, with only a few crowds starting to form.

Right up to the fence.

There I stood, as the crowd formed and condensed behind me, closing me up against that fence.

Eventually, Fuzzy Hat Parade began.

How many jobs can you have where there’s this much pageantry at the start and end of your shift?

At last, it ended, and the crowd dispersed, and I could once again breathe. Was that worth the time? Meh. Whatever the case, on to the next thing. I walked north through Green Park, a nice wooded green space after all that crowd squish.

Where to now? I guess I’ll do another repeat from last time. I board the Tube at the Green Park station and ride to Canary Wharf, where I switched to the DLR (remembering to tap my Oyster Card this time!).
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London 2016, Part 1: Darwin & Hoard

September 23, 2016

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It was with some celebration when I booked it a few weeks back, that I was going again. I got out of work in the early afternoon on September 22 to do some last minute stuff at home. Including standing in my kitchen eating ice cream.

What am I doing?! It’s almost rush hour!

Okay, on the way to Dulles, hit some mild backups but nothing terrible, and with that usual feeling of excitement merged onto the airport access road. Well, what about TSA?

Huh, also not bad, for this time of day. Good thing. Got to the gate and bought a small thing of fries to hold me over until the airplane meal.

Oh, did I say gate? I think I meant gates, because HOLY CRAP look at the size of my plane!

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