Ugly. Beautiful. Bugly. Mostly beautiful.

One of those days where I never managed to get out of first gear. At any rate, better than being stuck in neutral.

Alright, summer, the season I barely tolerate out of consideration for others: I'm done with you. Go away now.

Don't speak French, so incapable of translating, "Don't p*** down my back and tell me it's raining."

Too cool.

Silver lining: all of this further demonstrates why the future is decentralization. View quoted note →

Still irrationally angry about my old university killing the classic uiuc.edu domain. Add it to the list of resentments still held against that place, I guess.

Alright #beerstr (if you exist): was waiting for a pizza and wandered into a liquor store I haven’t been to in over a year. Was well rewarded in my time killing.

The 1899 Cleveland Spiders. The 1962 New York Mets. The 2003 Detroit Tigers. The 2024 Chicago White Sox. The only teams to lose 100 games before September. In their expansion year, the ’62 Mets became the losingest team in modern baseball history. The ’24 White Sox are ahead of their losing pace, and will undoubtedly displace them as the absolute worst to have ever played the modern game. A baseball season shouldn’t be this lopsided. It takes expansion, or else a special kind of mismanagement, to do this poorly. The incompetent product the White Sox put on the field this year has provided me with morbid comedy since April, when late-inning leads would dissolve via a bullpen that could not achieve consistent success in the minor leagues. A comedy of errors. A team wrapped in folly. An entire roster of players who should be liquidated, or else developing in the minors. If they go 10-21 to finish out the season (.476, a level of playthey haven't achieved all year), they're still the worst team the game has ever known. But what about that World Series? The 2005 White Sox were an aberration, a blip, as an assortment of cheap players all peaked at the same time, managing career-highs never to be achieved again. It wasn't a planned title year, nor was it well-earned by the front office. It was lightning in a bottle. This White Sox team is Jerry Reinsdorf’s legacy, as his penny-pinching nepotism has arguably made him the worst owner in baseball. Truly, you couldn’t sabotage a team this bad if you tried. Sell the team, Jerry. This is the only history anyone will ever remember. Your legacy is complete.

Telegram: not even once.

Test post?

A better strategy than just dELetING tWiTTer when so much useful content still lives there in spite of itself: simply choose to post only to Nostr, outside of the reply guy stuff.

I don't use Telegram, as I don't trust their self-rolled encryption, nor do I find much of interest in the groups. Still, I join those disturbed by the news of CEO Pavel Durov's arrest in France, for what appears to be the "crime" of allowing unmoderated groups on his platform. No less than a tyrant would attempt to justify such a jackbooted arrest, nakedly attacking the free exchange of information. The Internet has always been -- and will always be -- filled with bullsquash. The more the bullsquash, the freer the network. Thankfully, God gave you and me a brain by which to detect the nonsense, relying on nothing so trivial as a worldly power to play intermediary. The tyrants seeking to control expression will not -- cannot -- win.

Just heard a local Red Lobster is closing. They dared to bring the world unlimited shrimp, but we live in a limited world.

My dad’s 70th, so into the cellar I went. Fantastic, and aged perfectly since 2021.

History was made last night by the best there ever was.

Today we celebrate St. Rose of Lima, patroness of Peru and Third-Order Dominican. Originally intending to enter the convent, after her parents' refusal she dedicated herself to a life of penance, prayer, and good works. It's said her humility led her to blotching her own face with spicy peppers, avoiding the suitors her family was intent on throwing at her. Probably don't do that yourselves.

Taking a break from baseball this evening to reacquaint myself with a familiar frustration: the slow pace-of-play in the average NFL game. It's a real problem, but you know, they've got cars and beer to sell during all these long, drawn-out breaks.

My dad's version of this was always "Possession Is Nine-Tenths of the Law." Brutally pragmatic, not representing the way things should be, but how they ultimately are. View quoted note →

This alleged reprobate used the alias "Dr. Phaakon Sonderburg-Glucksburg," and still made half a million dollars.

‘Catch him if you can’ - Capuchin arrested after complex false identity scam

Pretending to be a royal doctor, Fr. Pawel Bielecki raised money for non-existing medical clinics