Pounded In The Butt By This Title
Wait, what? He actually writes the books? I thought he just made up titles and self-âpublishedâ them and that was the whole joke.
Iâm so out of touch.
His nom de plume deserves a pulitzer all by itself.
Something to restore a little faith in humanity:
Our city had its first-ever Pride Festival yesterday, with parade, speeches, music, drag shows, etc.
While there had been some grumbling in advance about downtown streets being closed, how many people would show up?, and the usual âwhy do they get a parade?â comments, in the end it was a big success.
There was a good turnout, including a strong showing of democratic socialists, anti-fascists, etc., but no protestors, and a nice happy positive vibe and very colorful atmosphere. It was a successful community-building event.
My wife and daughter marched in the parade and got their picture in the paper. (I slept too late for that part.) In the evening we went to the drag show after party. It was a good day all around, celebrating inclusiveness and diversity.
Shitty manager who makes a really shitty decision gets the appropriate outcome:
It sucks that the womanâs son is going through this.
Her manager doing something stupid and getting fired for it doesnât help matters at all
I file this under happy momentsâŚ
Iâd lined up a sunset cruise for my partner and myself on a schooner tonight. Leave the dock, sail out into the bay, some cocktails, some history on old San Juan, gaze at the sunset. That sort of thing.
Well, it started out like that but about 15 minutes into it, Tessa decided to talk to me.
As most are aware, Iâm a 40 something old guy with no children. And in todayâs climate, I generally avoid children Iâm not related too (which Iâm out of as my youngest niece has graduated High School)
But 10 year old Tessa decided to adopt me for the two hour cruise. Her mother tried to pull her way a couple of times, but Tessa had found an ear to bend so she bent it. Every time my partner tried to ârescueâ me, the young thing just redoubled her efforts.
Honestly, she probably shared too much, but it was nice to hear all about the things a Fourth grader is interested in.
It wasnât the romantic sunset Cruise Iâd envisioned, but all in all an enjoyable one.
And to you, Tessa, I hope the breakfast buffet has bananas.
A good person treats children, waitstaff, and cleaners with respect. I hope your partner took note.
I wonder if Ireland takes back 3rd generation migrants (or am I 4th?)? Because of the land of my ancestors are kicking ass lately - add another notch to their awesome belt!
I has a disappoint, because my namesake came to Louisiana in 1775. Far too early for me to be welcomed back.
Yeah, I doubt theyâd take me back either. From what I hear, if you have a grandparent who came from Ireland, youâre in. It was my great-great, so too far for me too.
For me it was about 1810 or so â at least the one carrying my name. And then there are the other 7 European nationalities (at least, from my dadâs genealogy research).
I always wanted a bumper sticker that said:
âKiss Me, Iâm EnglishFrenchGermanIrishScottishSwissWelshâ
Automatic repatriation requires a parent or grandparent and supporting paperwork from both sides of the pond. Ancestors farther back than that is on a case-by-case basis and is much harder. There is a two- to three-month wait currently. Many Brits who qualify are panicking and getting repatriated so they donât lose EU citizenship when Brexit crashes.
Nice to know Iâm in good company, Iâm EnglishIrishScottishFrenchSpanishItalianGreek*
*That I know of.
Cool! I wish everyone knew that we are all MUTTS (at least if you go back far enough).
Yeah, Iâm pretty much a mutt myself (Scottish, English, and French, that I know of from family lore on both sides). I just embrace the Irish part the hardest!
I donât blame them.