
Need context? Start here: Mortified Lawyer Appears in Court as a Cat, Blames Zoom Filter.


Need context? Start here: Mortified Lawyer Appears in Court as a Cat, Blames Zoom Filter.


Here’s some context, because readers might not get the reference a few years from now:
Thankfully, with the help of some kindly doctors, she got the stuff out. Which is good, because Gorilla Glue and Gorilla Tape are my go-tos for when I want to make sure things stay stuck together.

My hunch that Trader Joe’s Tampa would be a ghost town last night during Super Bowl LV’s half-time paid off. It was the perfect time to make a quick but important grocery run, as you can see from the photo I took while at the cashier (see above).
This run was important because there are better-than-even odds that we’ll experience a COVID-19 spike, thanks to Super Bowl superspreader gatherings like the one in the picture below, taken in Ybor City on Saturday night…
This is officially the wildest I’ve ever seen Ybor. EVER. 1:40am. pic.twitter.com/7LTC9NvEfE
— Luis Santana (@LuisSantana) February 7, 2021
…and covered in the following articles:
My advice: Be particularly careful over the next couple of weeks, because a lot of people were careless over the past couple of days.

The former president, on the other hand, spent an unprecedented amount of time on this links, as shown on TrumpGolfCount.com:
Not only has Biden failed to schedule any tee time, but his schedule is notable for a serious lack of “executive time”, which took up to 60% of the former president’s day:

(Yes, I know that dealer can’t hit you when you get 21.)

Tonight — the evening of January 25th — is Burns Night, a celebration of the life and works of Robert Burns, Scotland’s national poet. While I have no traceable Scots heritage in my family (it’s Irish, thankyeverramuch), Anitra does, and I’m never going to turn down a celebration where scotch whisky is involved.
You probably know at least one of Burns’ works, whether you realize it or not. He’s behind such classics as:
Even though we’re still in the middle of a plague and can’t host a Burns Supper tonight, we’ll still celebrate: I’ve got a lamb loin roasting in the turbo broiler…

…and I have some scotch handy. As for poetry — well, I have to write some code tonight, and when done well, code is poetry: Rich, expressive, and saying so much with an economy of language.
Have a great Burns Night, everyone!