Sister and brother Ashe and Ember weren’t quite like this when we adopted them, but we did want to keep them together, and they’re a team.
A guy wanted to adopt a cat, but he wouldn't leave his brother's side, so he had to take both of them.pic.twitter.com/Z4YqwB12OI
— Massimo (@Rainmaker1973) August 26, 2025
An anti-Communist film festival.
The time is right. People like Castro, Mao, Pol Pot, Stalin, Che, and others should be greeted with at least as much opprobrium as Nazis and Hitler.
“Why I left it.”
Much of the blogosphere (including this blog) emerged at the turn of the century because of this.
Not.
The sad, pathetic end.
I was never much of a fan.
Remembering “my mischievous friend.”
My parents had the “An Evening Wasted With…” album.
I suspect that the end will come when my generation is gone, if not sooner. Younger people don’t have the fidelity to it that the Boomers do. When I’m traveling, I realize how spoiled I am by DVR. “You mean I have to actually be in my room at 7 PM to watch Gutfeld?”
Well, it’s next weekend, and we’re back from Vegas. Here‘s a good article on the state of play for the beast. I suspect that the hed wasn’t written by the author.
[Update early afternoon]
This seems related, somehow. Sarah Hoyt’s thoughts on The Man Who Sold The Moon.
[Sunday-morning update]
Jeff Foust read what appears to be a dumb book so you don’t have to.
What if it’s our best window to the future? A discussion with David Brin.
He’s more down on lunar resources than I am, but I agree with his critique of Artemis.