it’s late December 1938

Lise Meitner – the forgotten woman of nuclear physics who deserved a Nobel Prize

What a lady, what a night.

Do you really think someone would just put something on the Internet that isn’t true? Is that even legal?

It’s that in black. That Colt is going to feel much better, though.

Northeast Texas. I’ve got a buddy up there with some land and we have to go clear them out a couple of times a year. They tear up everything. He lost a dog to them a few years ago and now we go out there like clockwork instead of waiting for them to get closer to the house.

I have a Hi-Point .45 pistol and that pretty accurately describes it (the weight is fine but the balance is weird and makes it feel terrible).

I use it as a close range backup when I’m hog hunting. I’ve only had to use it once and it worked just fine. It literally saved me from being at least maimed and possibly dead but I still hate it. And I’ll keep using it until it stops working, which may be the apocalypse.

I hope you showered shortly after. I hear it’s contagious.

I get drunk and fight drummers and I support this message.

The reason there were so many movies based on Stephen King works for so long is both because he has a large catalogue and because up until the last couple of years if you met certain criteria you could license a bunch of his stuff for $1. He had a whole program set up for it that only ended because the woman who was in charge of it since the very beginning finally retired.

No Colonel Sanders, you’re wrong! Mama’s right!

Yep. Comcast doesn’t seem to give the slightest shit.

Up to 20% or more!!!

I tend to like pop metal the same way I like pop punk. It’s not going to make me feel anything but it’s catchy. It’s good for working out or working on the motorcycle and similar things where I want a driving background but don’t want to get way into it.

That being said, the kind of people who listen to FFDP put me off of their music. It’s like that’s the first metal they ever heard then decided to make it their whole personality.

I’m glad you’re still here, friend. I wouldn’t have made it that far. I hope you’re doing well now.

I installed a big red button that does absolutely nothing in a client’s server room years ago. It has a wire going into the wall that’s tied off to a nail and another wire that’s grounded to their server rack. I told them to hit the button in the server room and restart whichever computer is having the issue before calling for support. Their support calls dropped pretty significantly.

When people left the company I let them in on the joke. When I left the consulting company I let management in on the joke. I found out several months ago that it’s still there and most people are still hitting it and rebooting their computers before they call for support. That fake button saved them a crazy amount of money in MSP support calls.

That sucks and I hate that for you. And I know how hard it is to throw them out because the second you do you know you’ll need it before you get a replacement.

Incidentally that’s also why you shouldn’t eat me.

I rarely remove the label from the fish I catch.

That’s the entire reason I use a wine bucket to house big utensils. I used a wide thin grill spatula and all of my patience opening that drawer.

The bucket is slightly bigger around and slightly taller than a cookie jar. It works great.

Hey, I have a rambling anecdote!

I’ve always had problems with intrusive thoughts. A few years back I had a really hard breakup that I won’t go into the details of. For 6 months I had a TV on, my headphones on with a book running, and was doom scrolling every bit of social media I could when I wasn’t working. I started drinking the second I got off work and only stopped when it was time to sleep. Why? Because my intrusive thoughts got LOUD. I couldn’t function without something going on all the time.

I went through more than a book a day on audible for those 6 months. One day I forgot to charge the speaker in my shower and I had a whole ass breakdown. There was no point in my life that was silent.

Eventually I got better. It took time but I got there. Now I’m a drunk recreationally instead of because I need to be in order to function. I listen to books for pleasure instead of out of necessity. And much later I did the whole therapy thing and have tools to keep myself from going through that again.

I burned off my fingerprints so maybe that’s why.

I don’t mind calls. I don’t mind texts. I hate two hour text chains that could have been a 30 second call and 10 minute conversations that could have been a single text.

I just want the information in an efficient fashion. If I don’t get it I will eventually just stop texting back or say I have to go and hang up.