So, I just took charge of a problem between another operating company and a vendor, where I’m not really involved at all, but I got frustrated watching a slow-motion wreck.

I have to burn my hand on the stove to learn not to touch hot things I guess. I’m such an idiot.

— SwiftOnSecurity (@SwiftOnSecurity) October 30, 2019

I’ve done this before and I always regret it, but can’t seem to help myself. It’s just painful watching people flail around incompetently, screwing everything up. Then you are always on the hook for supporting whatever you fixed even if it has nothing at all to do with you.

Always a mistake. Wish I could stop making it.

Jeffrey Epstein’s Autopsy ‘Points to Homicide,’ Not Suicide, Pathologist Claims.

You don’t say! Now it’s time for centrists to lecture about how everything was perfectly normal, a man that dozens of billionaires wanted dead had every chance of making it to testify against all of them at trial.

I’m old enough to remember when you hit the Print Screen key, that your printer spooled up and started printing whatever was on your display.

Them days, they was different.

You so rarely read a review that’s blisteringly and gloriously dismissive, but here’s one.

It’s great. Not even sure why I clicked on that but I am glad I did. There are some mooks who believe it is unethical to pen bad reviews, but it saves me so much effort to know that a book or a restaurant is not worth my time or my money.

Bring back bad reviews!

I want to live in a society where I don’t constantly have to battle against its imperatives and certitudes to achieve something good, useful and beautiful.

Don’t think that’s going to happen anytime soon. Most people don’t actually want any of that because it’s all much harder than the alternative, which is obesity, ignorance and garishness.

Dani Speegle deadlifting:

That’s 315 pounds. I can lift that, but not as fast or as smoothly as she does. “Savage” indeed.

The reason I linked it is because other than being somewhat more male, that’s about the state of fitness I hope to reach. I’m about 2/3 of the way there. I have no interest in being really huge. I want to be strong while still looking pretty sleek. In other words, like her. She’s 5’6″, I’m 5’8″, but she has shorter arms relative to her size than I do. It’ll take more muscle to make me look like that than it does for her. My fingertips nearly reach my knees when I’m standing up perfectly straight.

This woman, she is me.

A chronic misalignment of the body’s circadian rhythms with the daily light-dark cycle of our environment. The phrase “night owl” doesn’t really do it justice; my natural bedtime is around 6 a.m.

Same. I am most alert between midnight to 4AM, generally. Going to sleep when the sun rises suits me best by far. Luckily, I don’t seem to need as much sleep as normal people and that helps me compensate for my odd hours.

According to conventional wisdom, going to bed early and waking up with the birds is a mere matter of habit and will power. This misconception is widespread, even among doctors.

For months, more than once, I’ve tried to force myself to go to bed at 11PM and get up at a so-called normal time. What invariably happens is that I sleep for 1-2 hours or not at all, and don’t go back to sleep until 6AM or so. This is true no matter how assiduously I follow this plan.

Unlike the writer, I don’t see it as a disorder. There is nothing wrong with me. In fact, all of you are lucky you’ve handicapped me by making weird daylight hours be de rigeur, as in the night I am twice as smart and capable as I am diurnally. Without that restriction, I’d probably be galactic overlord by now.

I hope women are as pissed off as I am that a bisexual woman was revenge-porned and slut-shamed from office for consensual sex while straight male rapists occupy the White House and SCOTUS.

I hope it inspires a new wave of women running for office. Because this shit can't go on.

— Matthew Chapman (@fawfulfan) October 28, 2019

Notice how many progressives were cheering all the way. And supposedly ain’t nary a prude in sight. Uh-huh.

Earlier I saw a film twitter tweet snarking about Rogue One and how we all need to remember that cinematography is not just about creating images for screensavers. I was going to let it go but no, I can't, I can't do it. That's not cinematography, my dude. That's mise-en-scene

— Becca Harrison (@BeccaEHarrison) October 27, 2019

I love film geeks. I’m a film geek, too, and she’s right: mise-en-scène is the arrangement of elements in frame. While I think one could argue that cinematography contributes to the desirability (or not) of the resulting series of images, primarily this dude (without knowing about it) was talking about mise-en-scène.

Cinematographers are in charge of cameras, composition, lighting, and camera motion, not anything actually in the frame. In other words, they decide how to photograph. Others (director, set designer) decide what is in the frame to photograph. This “what is in the frame” is mise-en-scène.

Along with the editor, the cinematographer (or director of photography) is one of the more unheralded roles that makes a huge difference to how a film feels and even what a scene means.