USPS just delivered my latest irrational late-night eBay purchase – a 1957 Alpina N24 manual typewriter (S/N 107038) with German QWERTZ layout. She’s a beaut, and everything seems mechanically sound, despite having acquired a few extra scratches due to inadequate packing by the shipper. It needs cleaned, oiled, and a new ribbon installed, but I just couldn’t resist posting a few “before” pics straight out of the box first.
In spite of its innocuous-sounding nickname, Ecstatic Omniphilic Paw Syndrome, or “Happy Paws” is a very serious condition that affects a growing number of pets. EOPS often presents with an inability to keep still, excessive tail wagging, and rapturous dancing on hind legs. Sometimes the paws may move at a rate in excess of human perceptual limits, with observers reporting the appearance of multiple “ghost” images trailing the movement of the hind legs (Fig 1, Schutz, Sept. 22, 1965).
The exact cause of this condition is still being investigated, although early studies point to a set complex interwoven environmental, genetic, and socioeconomic factors which are known collectively as “Being A Dog”. Also, “Being In Love With Everything Everywhere”, although some argue that this falls under the larger “Being A Dog” umbrella and should not be counted separately.
My dog Koa and I spend practically every day together. We play together, nap together, clean the house together, you name it. I’ve taken about a zillion great pictures of him, and quite a few of myself, but trying to get us together in the same shot is like trying to get the Loch Ness Monster and Sasquatch in frame while being attacked by a swarm of bees. What you see above is the BEST result I’ve gotten out of like 1,000 tries. I look like a frantic escaped mental patient, and Koa looks like a Muppet in the middle of a transdimensional warp experiment. I had to hold a little squeaky rubber duckie next to the camera to get him to look anywhere near it, and he kept backing away from every available light source, leaving me crouching on the floor in shadow trying to frantically squeak the duck and mash the shutter single-handedly without dropping the camera. Perhaps I can enlist the services of a police sketch artist to do our family portrait, cobbled together from eyewitness accounts of the two of us hanging out together looking cute, which I assure you we do. ALL. THE. TIME. Really.
What if, and just hear me out for a sec here… what if he knows something we don’t?
He announced, in the middle of a particularly problematic period of his presidency, that he wants to create a whole new branch of the American armed forces. A Space Force. Essentially, he wants to militarize space.
You know who else is really jazzed to get off the planet right now? Elon Musk and Jeff Bezos. Why is it that the people who have the money or power to do anything are all building spaceships like they’re going out of style? What do they know that we don’t? Killer solar flares coming to carmelize the Earth? Airborne ebola? The Rapture (Biblical or Blondie)?
Time will tell, but I’m making today’s tin-foil hat double-ply, just in case.