I am ethnically Italian. I am culturally San Diegan, aka Mexican. I would have no trouble adjusting.

I moved from blue to purple, then red, then redder. It’s been an adventure.

It should be noted that he is pulling quite a bit out of the market and holding it in cash. $344B in cash. He isn’t waiting for a dip. He expects a crash.

I found that it has zero ability to infer and suggest from what I’m typing. If I typo “mine inch”, easy to do on a phone keyboard, it is completely lost. But YouTube knows that I’m definitely looking for nine inch nails. “Chicken tr” on YouTube knows I’m looking for chicken tractors before I even finish, Odyssey is completely lost and requires me to type the whole thing out. When I’m searching for music it requires me to know exactly what I’m looking for and doesn’t offer much in the way of exploration help.

And craptastic search and discovery features.

I went through their Facebook page the other day. Other than pictures of the Secretary of DoL they haven’t posted a minority since this administration took office. It’s all white all the time.

I definitely got it. But the joke raises ethical questions.

He doesn’t know Jobs was wiped out by cancer?

Can you clarify if you mean hamburger is fine by itself or if the sodium packed box mix is fine without the hamburger.

One answer will probably have The Hague asking for your location.

You aren’t knitting fast enough. Crochet can fix that.

I broke my wrist and took up knitting for physical therapy.

I’m starting to look at weaving from natural fibers. I have yucca in my yard. The roots are a calorie source and the fronds can make durable shoes.

You can do both

Better my cooking than my c/Heathcliff edits.

Turns out that the unqualified Secretary of War misspoke and doesn’t understand that words have meanings.

She was an extra spicy feral and way too small to have had three kids. Her name was obvious as soon as she got here.

If you are holding a can of wet food you some rotisserie chicken Cece will completely forget you exist and let you pet him.

I haven’t been able to touch Reagan since the day I removed her from the kennel and gave her free roam rights to the house.

She got the name because she was a problem child. Not became a problem because of the name. Sometimes we call her Nancy.

I have to name a lot of cats every year. You start to get desperate for unique ones after the first hundred. And you don’t want a cat to be on file at the vet as "Fluffy 51.” That’s not happening on my watch

Four cats came in and they needed mostly unisex names. I decided to go with the names of presidents. Kennedy, Taylor, Harding and Reagan. Reagan got that name because they were the meanest of the lot. At the time I didn’t even know if they were male or female.

Taylor and Harding passed all the tests for being adoptable and went in the next stop on the kitten railroad, probably Connecticut. Kennedy had problems peeing where he shouldn’t so he went to a cat rescue a few miles down the road where he could pee on all the trees he wants.

But Reagan was a problem. Extra mean and long fur. She needed a barn cat situation because she was going to need flea and fur treatments against her will. So she stays with me as a barn cat and if I see her having an issue I know how to trap and handle her for treatment. She is free to go outside whenever she wants but despite her being vicious she has decided to stay inside rather than run free.