Tell Schrödinger I survived pic.twitter.com/y2LUsL5arU
— SciencePorn (@SciencePorn) May 29, 2016
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Apart from settling accounts, what’s on the agenda for the day?
Monday Morning Open Thread: Outside the BoxPost + Comments (191)
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Tell Schrödinger I survived pic.twitter.com/y2LUsL5arU
— SciencePorn (@SciencePorn) May 29, 2016
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Apart from settling accounts, what’s on the agenda for the day?
Monday Morning Open Thread: Outside the BoxPost + Comments (191)
by Adam L Silverman| 27 Comments
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And since I’ve depressed the hell out of everyone, here’s something a little bit lighter to take us into the wee hours.
(h/t: IO9)
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Balloon Juice lurker, former Sadly, No! regular, and founder of FireMeganMcArdle has a bleg:
My 17 year old snowshoe siamese Binkley has been very sick the last few months. The good news is he’s going to be ok, the bad news is his treatment so far has cost more than my rent at a time when that alone is not so easy for me to cover, and he’s probably not done yet. So I’ve swallowed my pride and started a gofundme…
I just tweeted a good shot of him looking at Obama on tv in 08, if you’re curious about the fuzzball in question.
An old but good shot of the sick boy. "I can haz hope?" pic.twitter.com/VbHJSIbl8t
— Brad (@bradiscranky) May 26, 2016
GoFundMe page here, if you have a soft spot for meezers.
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What else is on the agenda, as we wrap up the week and/or prepare for the holiday weekend?
Friday Morning Open Thread: Cat Funding BlegPost + Comments (123)
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Per commentor Dave C:
I work from home. Josephine helps!
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Because I can: In the NYTImes, Elizabeth Word Gutting, “What My Mother Sees in Hillary”:
IN 1973, my mother’s first husband was killed in a car crash in downtown St. Louis. My brother, Jason, was nine months old. In swift succession, my mother lost the following things: the father of her first child; access to a credit card; her car insurance; and the ability to take out a loan. The first was terrible luck. The other things were taken from her because she was a single woman — with a son, to boot — it was the 1970s, and, as she put it, “you were not considered legitimate at that time unless you had a man in your life.”
Four decades later, my mom is looking forward to having the chance to vote, she hopes, for this country’s first female president. She and Hillary Clinton are a year apart in age. Though my mom’s experiences are so different from my own, they serve as a constant reminder to me of the work it’s taken for Mrs. Clinton to get where she is today, and the force of society’s attitudes about women, and their value, that she has been pushing against…
At a town hall a few months ago, a young man asked Mrs. Clinton why young people lacked enthusiasm for her.
She sounded a bit wounded, but she tried to explain what she’d been up against for so many years. Despite all the criticisms, she said, over the course of several decades in the public eye, all she could do was continue to stand her ground…
In the years when my mom was a single mother, people commented on her lifestyle with alarming frequency. Why wasn’t she living with her parents, they wanted to know. Wasn’t she worried that if she didn’t marry again soon, her son would grow up to be gay? Her landlord came over after her husband died, hemming and hawing, saying how sorry she was, but also that she was hoping my mom might move out to be closer to family, which would probably be better for everyone.
Well. My mother persevered. She smiled politely and bit her tongue and did what she had to do to survive those rough years…
Thursday Morning Open Thread: Working HardPost + Comments (176)
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From commentor Emily S:
Here are two shots of Lenny. My French teacher in the 9th grade, Miss Ellard, had kittens to be adopted and that’s how I got Lenny. She was a wonderful cat who purred any time you picked her up and loved to be petted and combed with a metal comb.
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My biggest laugh of the day was this David Letterman tale, as reported by NYMag:
…[A] few weeks ago, I got very excited because the Obamas invited myself and my wife to a state dinner, and I said, “Oh my god, Regina, we’ve been invited to a state dinner!” And she says, “Oh, I love steak.” I said, “No.”… So we go to the steak, state dinner, and it’s for the heads of the Nordic states, and President Obama was giving remarks before he introduced the heads of state. And he was talking about how cooperative their union was, the Nordic states. Yes, they have differences, but by and large, they all felt and had the same beliefs, and they were good for mankind, and believed in the right thing, and they were strong allies for the United States. He said, “Don’t misunderstand me, they do argue. They do have … as a matter of fact, there is still an ongoing fight in the Nordic States about which country is happiest.” And then the prime minister of Iceland got up, and he said, “We are working on a defensive weapons system right now.” And this gets everybody’s attention! Like, Iceland, really? Working on a defensive weapons system? And he said, “Yes, volcanoes. We just haven’t figured out how to aim them yet.” So I’m seated at dinner next to a man who is the assistant chief of staff to the prime minister of Norway. And I’m feeling like a big shot. And we’re chatting, and we’re chatting, and we’re chatting. And when it comes about dessert time, and the guy says to me, “Excuse me. Why are you here?” And I said, You know what? I think I picked up somebody else’s mail. And he said, “So you’re here by mistake?” And I said, Yeah. And he said, “Oh.” So there you go — you get invited to the state dinner, nobody knows why. That’s the sum total of being retired…
From my admittedly parochial viewpoint (among other factors, my mother-in-law is Norwegian), one should keep firmly in mind that Scandinavians have a sense of humor so dry it could be used as a dessicant in designer sneaker boxes…
by TaMara| 30 Comments
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JeffreyW often posts pics of the available animals at St. Francis Care animal rescue near his home in Illinois over on our blog. I thought they deserved a wider audience and we could use a respite from politics on this beautiful Saturday.
JW tells me all the credit goes to Mrs. J, who provided all the photos and descriptions below. She volunteers regularly at the center and also stitches up beds for the crew there.
Without further ado – here are some of the cutest critters eveh:
You know you want to read more…
Above is Palomo is a GSD/Lab mix, he’s 4 years old and is an active dog, Mrs J says he has some training and understands a few commands. He will need to be adopted into a family that has time to run him. He’s a happy boy! Mrs J says she wishes she could bring him home, herself.
Susie is the face that inspired this post. I was in love the moment I saw her. I can’t believe no one has snapped her up yet. Mrs J says she was transferred from another rescue operation when that place lost its sponsor. She’s also an older cat, Sue has been at St Francis for a couple of years. Mrs J can’t understand why she hasn’t been adopted, she’s a nice snuggle kitteh, purrs and rubs a greeting on any ankle in range.
This is Pepper. He is 2 years old, he’s been at the shelter for a few months. He’s calm and easy going, gets along well with the other animals. Looook at that face!
Frank is 4 years old and has been at the shelter since he was a wee kitteh. He was found in a garbage can is is semi-feral yet. They’ve been working with him, he does well in the general cat house with other cats but is shy.
Beagle puppeh! He is the sole survivor of a litter that was born to a dog that belonged to an old dude that lived, and died, alone. The neighbors organized a rescue of the animals that were left when they realized he was gone. A note of grace in an otherwise sad story. He is six weeks old.
More beagles!. Ianna, the orange and white one, and Ivy – are from same place as pup, above, heartworm pos, they are being treated and introduced to the general population for socialization, being semi feral. Shelter staff says they will be heartworn free before adoption will be allowed – goes for any of the animals there, of course.
At my house we call this a cuddle of kittehs. Mrs. J says that Pebbles, the calico mommacat, is nursing her own and also three additional orphan kittehs from another litter. Quite a crowd at the banquet table. She’s very sociable. (Calicos rock )
Toffee is 2 a year old pit bull terrier. Really loveable, you can pick her up like a baby and cradle her in your arms.
This is Caitlyn. I have no other information on her, accept she is adorable and probably no relation to the Kardashians.
Cora is a very pretty 2 year old and mixes well with the other cats at the shelter. She would make someone a nice kitteh.
And finally, some tired puppehs to wrap things up:
Let’s all give Mrs. J and St. Francis Care a big hand for all the good work they do.
Now, look again, into all those sweet eyes of those fur babies…you know you want one…
Or at least check out St. Francis Care’s webpage and Facebook page.
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From wise commentor Werebear:
This is RJ (big) and Mithrandir (small). Only now Mithy is bigger than RJ!
Maine Coon mixes rule.
This, I can attest, is true… whether or not one wishes to be ruled, Maine Coons will take charge. Lucky for us thumbed primates, they are (mostly) benevolent dictators.
What’s on the agenda for the new day?