Alistair Young @cerebrate@schelling.pt

Just the goodest boys
Never meanin’ no harm…

Y'know, I've seen this and the clenched-fist version, and various others, and it seems to me that there's something distinctly ironic about the way that the left, in opposing hypocritical rightist Gadsden-flyers, manage to be about as fascist in their semiotics as you can get without actually putting a _Hakenkreuz_ with axes strapped to it front and center.

Europeans can now be comforted to know that all social scoring will be carried out by the traditional natural intelligences, famed throughout space and time for their complete lack of unfortunate biases and nonexistent error rate.

Since it has crossed my eyes once more, let me just take a moment out of my day to reassure you that if there is a stupider and more patently disingenuous meme out there, I have not yet seen it this morning.

I have seen many variants of this meme, and one day, I hope one of these caring folks will have the empathic chops to realize that what makes people mad is invariably _step two_.

My lovely wife and editor sent me this meme...

Further to that last, I also saw a CNBC anchor quoted as saying:

"That would require the U.S. military to fire missiles into Yemen and I'm not sure they want to do that."

Bro, have you even met the US military?

It me.

“I’m jousting for cyclists, what does it look like?”

Aren't they always?

This? This is what happens when a scab from a previous cut comes loose in mid-wiring, positioned just right to squirt enough blood into the neutral connector to turn it into a damn phylactery.

#rewiring

Got my PVC butts.

#conduit

Flag of the day:

Raised at last!

(I deem this the perfect flag for the Actual Libertarian Movement, composed of those of us disdaining both rightist sociofascism and leftist econofascism. And, increasingly these days, vice versa.)

#DontTreadOnAnyone

Today, I am engaging in post-Fed-raid therapy through having yard signs printed:

#WritingWonders July 15/16:

Are there any kissing and/or intimacy scenes in your story? How comfortable are you with writing kissing/intimacy scenes?

The protractor in question’s a very nice instrument, actually.

If family history is accurate, it was originally my paternal grandfather’s, who picked it up in Archangelsk during the Second World War. Both he and my father were British Merchant Navy.

In the picture is the bin I use to store failed 3D prints and filament ends for recycling, that they emptied onto the floor so they could throw my stuff in it.

Can you read the title on that CD they threw in last?