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Diary #799

I’ve written before about how Grace’s cat Speck was much more closely bonded with her than is typical for cats, and after Grace died in January, Speck’s behavior slowly became more erratic.  She’s always been one to stake out specific places to sleep in when she wasn’t with her humans, but when the weather started to get cooler in September she started choosing dirtier places, like the area around her litterbox, and as a result she started smelling to the point I was about to give her a bath.  But first, I decided to try picking her up and holding her whenever I found her in such places, to get her out of the habit.  It worked, and she soon started sleeping in nicer places again, like on the back of the sofa or in front of the French window.  But she also realized that if she came up to me while I was on the computer and demanded my attention, I would let her sit in my lap and I could simply type around her.  You can see her favorite posture below: sitting upright with her head in my cleavage and her little paws hugging me under my robe; if I let her, she will stay there for hours, and because she doesn’t actually impede my work or comfort I’m content to let her stay until I need to get up for some reason.  Even then, she will usually go get herself a bite or a drink and then come right back as soon as I’m back at the keyboard.  I don’t think I’ll ever really replace Grace in her affections, but I’m glad we both have someone to cuddle who reminds us of the friend we’ve lost.

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[Journalists] act as a barrier against those who, through the ancient art of lying, seek to…rule by dividing.  –  Pope Leo XIV

Here’s a seasonally-themed a cappella medley called to my attention by Phoenix Calida; the links above it were provided by Aaron Ross Powell, Radley Balko, Ryan Cooper, IncarcerNation, Ryan Marino (x2), and Nun Ya, in that order.

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You’re not making art, you’re making disgusting over-processed hotdogs out of the lives of human beings, out of the history of art and music, and then shoving them down someone else’s throat hoping they’ll give you a little thumbs up and like it.  –  Zelda Williams

R.I.P. Miss Major

Miss Major Griffin-Gracy, a legendary transgender activist…since Stonewall, died Monday at age 78…she…had suffered from health problems for some time and had recently begun receiving hospice care…In 1962, she moved to New York City, where she…performed in drag shows…[and] became a sex worker.  She participated in the Stonewall uprising of 1969…and…[after h]er arrest…on a robbery charge…spent time in men’s prisons and mental hospitals in the early 1970s, [where] she was often severely mistreated…Upon regaining her freedom, she became an advocate for incarcerated trans people, especially trans women [cag]ed in men’s prisons and those who have survived police brutality…In the 1980s, Miss Major became involved in addressing the AIDS crisis…[and] after moving to San Diego…started a home health care agency, Angels of Care, to assist people with the disease…she [later] became a health educator with the Tenderloin AIDS Resource Center…and…[retir]ed to Little Rock in 2016…

Torture Chamber (#1074)

“Non-consensual gynecological procedures” are just institutionalized rape:

The Trump [regime] is planning to [cage] immigrants at a Georgia jail that became known for…subject[ing women] to non-consensual gynecological procedures…the Irwin County D[unge]on…drew nationwide attention in the fall of 2020, when a number of [victims] and a nurse-turned-whistleblower [reveal]ed the [rampant] medical misconduct.  After months of [unsuccessfully trying to repress the reports], the Biden administration stopped [lock]ing immigrant women there in 2021…Fourteen women sued ICE and Irwin…over the [viol]ations in 2021, [but there were] at least 40 [victims]…Early this year, the lawsuit was settled…

I Spy (#1388)

Nothing infuriates violent, self-important busybodies more than private affairs that are none of their business:

In Europe, the latest proposal for a “chat control” regulation put forward by the Danish presidency would require every internet-connected device to include government spyware…[which] would flag artwork, fan fiction, family photos and chats, relying on unreliable [computer algorithms]…Globally, [surveillance and censorship] laws…are driving users underground…virtual private network (VPN) usage has soared, as has usage of the privacy-centric Tor browser, which reached its highest level ever this year – nearly 20 million daily users, six times its long-term average…Tor was created by the US navy to counter authoritarian regimes when the “open Internet” was official US policy.  Now…western [governments are]…becoming the authoritarians Tor was designed to circumvent, while the Tor network becomes the new “open Internet”…

Enshittification (#1557) 

This will not stop until SWAT cops murder a prankster:

teenagers…are using [image-generation software] to create images of a disheveled, seemingly unhoused person in their home and sending them to their parents…[claiming] they let the…[imaginary person] in to use the bathroom, take a nap, or…get a drink of water…then, predictably, the parents lose their cool and demand they kick the [imaginary] man out.  The kids, of course, record the whole thing, and post their parents reactions to TikTok…[some gullible] parents call the [cops, potentially leading to]…“a SWAT response”…

As in modern politics, the collapse of reality online is leading to real-world consequences.

Torture Chamber (#1574)

Experiencing any kind of medical emergency when cops are around is tantamount to a death sentence:

A new…federal lawsuit [has been filed by the family of] a Minnesota postal worker [who] died after [cops] and [screws deliberately] ignored clear signs he was suffering from a massive stroke – [choos]ing [instead to pretend] his medical emergency [was] drug impairment…Kingsley Fifi Bimpong…[was dumped] on a jail cell floor [and allowed to lie] in his own urine for hours without medical attention…On the night of November 16, 2024, [a pig saw] Bimpong…driving the wrong way…into oncoming traffic…after being pulled over, Bimpong appeared extremely confused.  He couldn’t say where he lived or worked, even though he was wearing a USPS vest, and repeatedly said, “I don’t know”…[big pig] Martin Jensen [is supposedly] trained…to…distinguish…drug impairment from medical emergencies such as strokes…[but couldn’t be bothered to perform an] evaluation…[claiming it] would be “a whole bunch of time wasted”…[because] Bimpong [was black.  So instead he]…was arrested for…DWI…[thrown violently to the floor] in a holding cell…and…[left him to die] in his own waste…for more than three hours…the…nurse was not called until…he [started] foaming at the mouth and having [a] seizure…Toxicology reports…later…confirmed no drugs were in his system…

Shame, Shame (#1576)

It isn’t merely disrespectful; it’s ghoulish:

Dr. Bernice King, daughter of civil rights icon Martin Luther King Jr…has joined calls to stop the use of [machine learning image generators] to recreate deceased celebrities.  King voiced support for filmmaker Zelda Williams, who…criticized [computer]-generated videos of her late father, Robin Williams…saying, “If you’ve got any decency, just stop doing this to him and to me, to everyone even, full stop”…

If Men Were Angels (#1580)

Wannabe preachers are often as bad as the real thing:

In August, an adult stepson of Covenant Eyes cofounder Ron DeHaas was arrested in Michigan…Thomas Wideman…[was arrested for talking to a cop fantasy role-playing] online…as a 14-year-old [girl.  Cops]…later found child [porn] on his phone…DeHaas covered some of his stepson’s $300,000 bond…

 

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Diary #798

Every October, before the rains start mid-month, I put the atrium shutters back in place.  But since I don’t have the energy I had even a few years ago, nowadays I tend to do that sort of chore on days when I feel I have the energy. That’s how I mucked out the henhouse a couple of weeks ago, and the system seems to be working. So when I had the urge to install the shutters a week ago today, I went ahead and did it. In the past, I’ve always installed the north-side shutters by myself, but waited until I had help for the much-larger south-side shutter. Well, this time I moved the ladder and all the shutters from the garage into place and installed the north-side ones as usual. But though I was winded from that, I decided for some unfathomable reason to attempt the south side alone.  I leaned the ladder against the wall, put one end of the shutter on the ramp railing, lifted the other side to the top of the ladder, then climbed up a few steps and lifted the shutter onto the studs.  To my surprise and pleasure, it went right into place on my very first try, and all I had to do was tighten down the wingnuts to secure it.  Then I put the ladder away, et voilà; done until I take them down again somewhere between Easter and May Day.  It may seem a small thing, but with Grace gone there are a lot of things she used to do for me or with me, that I now have to do for myself.  So please allow me to celebrate these little victories which represent my settling into the way things must be now.

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Y’all gonna have to kill me, I will kill myself.  –  Jarrell Johnson

I came to know and love jazz and swing not only via my grandparents, but also via Captain Kangaroo, which used to feature what amounted to music videos with puppets.  Alas, none of those bits from the show seem to be available online or anywhere else, but I did find this charming little slideshow backing one of the songs the Captain used to play.  The links above it were provided by Jesse Walker, Mike Siegel, Amy Alkon, Scott Greenfield, and IncarcerNation (x3), in that order.

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Diary #797

The biggest problem with keeping goats is that they view fences as challenges rather than barriers.  It doesn’t matter if there’s plenty of brush and grass within the paddock; the presence of a fence makes whatever grows on the opposite side more attractive in a goat’s mind.  I was hoping that since Hercules was the only goat, and the other animals were happy inside, he would mostly stay inside, but NOPE; he apparently wants me visible at all times, and if I’m not he will immediately get out and find me.  And when I’m inside, that means he comes up on the porch and looks in the French door.  On Saturday, he kept doing it so much I decided to wait until after dark before putting him in, but that didn’t work either; within an hour he was back on the front porch.  Then I left him there all night, hoping it would dissuade him; he was still there Sunday morning.  I would assume this is due to his training as a pack goat, to keep the leader in sight; if that’s the case perhaps the behavior will slowly attenuate as he becomes used to Sunset.  If not…well, I’ll just have to cross that fence when I get to it.

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All radio stations and most of their DJ’s are a part of the intelligence community.  –  Jacob Chansley

When Jesse Walker recently tweeted an article about the bicentennial of the Erie Canal, I went to YouTube to find a video of this folk song, and was delighted to find this excellent version by Bruce Springsteen.  Jesse also shared all the links other than “toxic” (IncarcerNation), “Jane Goodall” (Mike Siegel), and “television” (Yasmin Nair).

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Diary #796

Meet Hercules, the newest resident of Sunset.  Ever since Jae gave Shiloh to a petting zoo over a year ago, the grass in the paddock has been getting out of hand; Jonathan just doesn’t eat enough by himself to keep it all clear.  So I asked Jae to find someone giving away a goat, and she succeeded just over a week ago.  Hercules was trained to be a pack goat, but just over a year ago he escaped his pen and ate most of a sack of feed; somehow, he managed to survive the resulting colic, but never really recovered enough to be a pack animal again, so his owners just wanted to give him to someone who needed a brush eater.  Last Wednesday we took Jae’s van up to Port Angeles to get him, and for the past week I’ve kept him tied to a post with a long enough rope for him to graze and browse; on Sunday I tried letting him off the rope for a while, but as soon as we went inside he found the stile and within minutes was standing on the front porch.  So he’s tied up again; yesterday I got a tag for his collar and today I’m going to put a temporary block on the stile, and we’ll try it again.  The other animals seem okay with him; Jonathan lived with goats for the first few years of his life, and the pigs are mostly just ignoring him.  So here’s hoping he settles in and is able to adequately perform the function I got him for.

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Diary #795

Because if I don’t say it, most of y’all probably will by the end of this column: Louie is really making a pig out of himself.  Every year, once the apples start dropping from the trees, both pigs visit the trees at least once a day to, well, pig out.  But this year, Louie has practically camped out there; by the time I show my face roughly two hours after dawn, he’s already gobbling, and even when he takes a break he mostly just naps in place or very nearby.  He eats so much I don’t even bother to make him dinner right now because he isn’t interested; by the time the sun is approaching the horizon he’s already snoozing in the stable.  I’ve even seen him fall asleep while on his way somewhere; he just suddenly stops waddling and sinks to the ground, and within a few minutes he’s snoring.  Loudly.  Twice he’s managed to constipate himself, and let me tell you he does not like the taste of mineral oil (not that I blame him).  Right now I start getting the giggles every time I need to interact with him; pigs are always comical creatures to me, but there’s something extra funny about a constipated, narcoleptic pig, as long as both are temporary conditions (as I assume they will be).

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Who thought of this?  –  Brent Chapman

Everybody knows Popeye, but did you know he was introduced to the screen (he first appeared in the “Thimble Theater” comic strip in 1929) in a 1933 Betty Boop cartoon?  By the end of the following year he had already replaced Betty as the Fleischer Studio’s biggest star.  The links above the video were provided by Carol Fenton, Mike Siegel, Phoenix Calida, Ryan Marino, IncarcerNation, The Onion, and T. Greg Doucette, in that order.

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I find paywalls distasteful, and so many people find this blog valuable as a resource I just can’t bring myself to install one.  Furthermore, I find ad delivery services (whose content I have no say over) even more distasteful.  But as I’m now semi-retired from sex work, I can’t self-sponsor this blog by myself any longer.  So if you value my writing enough that you would pay to see it if it were paywalled, please consider subscribing; there are four different levels to fit all budgets.  Or if that doesn’t work for you, please consider showing your generosity with a one-time donation; you can Paypal to maggiemcneill@earthlink.net or else email me at the same address to make other arrangements.  Thanks so much!

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