I walked up the street to the front of Union Station yesterday to peep out what I could see. The main room of the station building was closed off for a huge banquet of some kind. Out in front, people hawked Trump tchotchkes, all made in China (I checked) amidst huge lines of porta-potties. Here and there, red-hatted supporters wandered around the station, asking for directions.
One of my coworkers said it felt like Paris in ’42 as the German army rumbled through the outskirts of the city. It feels to me like the circus has pulled into town, and clowns are just going to keep pouring out of the cars.
…Harbaugh is just like Ravens fans: spoiled brats who harbor the worst inferiority complex on the East Coast; a bunch of purple camo-clad buttholes who keep grudges for so long they have to bequeath them to their surviving loved ones. Their paranoia is a self-fulfilling prophecy because they bitch ENDLESSLY about everything, which in turn compels the rest of the world (officials included) to want them cold and dead in the ground. If I were officiating a Ravens game, I would trip Joe Flacco myself.
Heavy Metal Parking Lot is like a live-action recreation of my high school yearbook: the faces, hairstyles, and attitudes are almost identical, even though the accents are pure Dundalk. Previously, previously.
File this under: A local group put up a bunch of decorated wooden snowmen out in front of the local K of C down the street from our house. Some asshat complained about one of the snowmen, which had the words "No Hate in 21228" written on it. This suddenly became a "political" message, and they decided to take all of the snowmen down. What the fuck? It's a SNOWMAN, you idiots. I don't know who I'm more disappointed in, the asshats that complained or the committee that bent to pressure and took them down. Update: The church across the street asked if they could put it out on their lawn directly in front of our house. AWESOME.
It's a grim subject, but one that's been on my mind since the baby arrived: Dealing with your digital legacy. Lifehacker has a great writeup on how to organize your life so that heirs and executors can access your digital life, like bank accounts, social media, and digital assets. The first step is a will (check) and the second is a password manager (check).
This is a beautiful piece of kit, and had I $500 to blow on it, I'd do so willingly: the Brennan B2. It's a micro jukebox powered by a Raspberry Pi. Feed it CDs and it'll rip them; you can load preripped files via USB. It's configurable via web interface; it also can play internet radio.