I have received no less than six federal jury notices for the Eastern District of Pennsylvania in the past four years, though I’ve never had to report, much to my disappointment. Fairly certain I’d be dismissed given my opinions, but I’d welcome the chance to serve.

Already planning the Inauguration Barbeque menu.

Time to put some Stick-Um on the gloves for the D Backs.

Next: autocorrecting FFS to SCOTUS.

According to Ms Grey C, I am not allowed to travel again. #Caturday

You decided to Kermit to the joke.

Are you *positive* the protons aren’t possessing you?

Just because power transmission systems weren’t designed with gale force winds, ice storms, heat domes, or (lower-probability) solar flares in mind doesn’t mean infrastructure is lacking. Tangentially, I do wonder when the last time was that any metro areas checked their sewers for fatburgs.

I love ‘pumpkin spice’: marketing jargon that has no fixed flavor, so it’s just Caucasian catnip that every American company deploys from August to November. A local garage even advertised “pumpkin spice brake pads” last year because they understand the ridiculousness of it.

In 1907, Congress passed a law that American women lost their citizenship if they married a non-citizen. In 1915, the Supreme Court ruled to uphold this act. It was changed in 1940, but citizenship was not restored to those women, nor their children.