I’ve been looking forward to watching The Man Who Killed Don Quixote for years. The reception at Cannes was positive, and I’ve been eager to know when it will be available for American audiences.
According to this article, the answer is never. Well shoot.
Well apparently some in the EU aren’t happy with the new data policies, continuing to call them a violation.
They especially don’t like the “accept our policies or delete your accounts” response from companies like Google and Facebook. Some have suggested that they need an ‘opt out’ response that stays in line with EU laws, or they just plain can’t do business there.
Good for them. Corporations are not superior to national laws, but we already knew the US politicians were going to support the corporations, not their citizens.
Is it earwax week and no one informed me?
We tried. But you didn’t seem to be hearing us very well.
Well, it’ll start to wane again the last week of the month…
I walked right into that one, didn’t I?
A FB friend (whom I had known as a two-doors-down neighbor from my childhood) posted a photo of her granddaughter last night. The photo showed the little girl covered head to toe in some horrendous-looking hives. Her text read:
As requested she got a bunch of “thoughts and prayers” posts, and as promised, she did post an update early this morning.
So the thoughts and prayers posts kept coming in.
Six hours later, she posted a photo of the little girl, completely hives-free, smiling after a water-fight on her family’s lawn.
The responses? Overwhelmingly in the vein of
I kinda want to post these memes to the thread.
Damn, after my recent bout with acute gallstone pain and needing emergency surgery to have my gall bladder out, I was thanking the doctors and nurses and hospital staff who made it all happen, not God! What an ingrate I am!
ETA: Were they all cursing God for giving her bad hives in the first place?
Sorry about that first link. Here’s the right one.
I guess I should thank god there is insulin. Instead of being pissed I was born with T1diabetes. Somehow, I just can’t be thankful a whole bunch.
Of course not. Turns out she’s allergic to SATAN.
God had nothing to do with this. I say this not because I understand science, but because I’ve been on prednisone and it has some of the most unholy side effects of any medication I’ve ever taken.
HAIL SATAN! Bless your evil drug and its curative properties!
That explains a lot!
Three houses across the street from us are all for sale (two of the owners died), and every one of them is being fixed up for resale, with people in and out at all hours of the day and night hammering, sawing, moving furniture and boxes, filling up the streets with their vehicles, and setting off every dog in the neighborhood. It’s worse today. When did Sunday stop being a day of rest and relaxation?
They wouldn’t be doing that here today. It’s @ 90 degrees. Down from the earlier predicted high of 96.
Supposedly going to be 98 here tomorrow 
Friday here was in the 60s, yesterday was in the 70s, today is in the 80s and tomorrow will be in the 90s.
My feet, what is their problem? Specifically my right foot.
It’s sandal weather, yay! Got my sandals out. Then I remembered my problem, which is thus: When I wear sandals my right foot kind of crawls forward until my toes are hanging off the front of the sandal. Left foot is fine.
When I put them on, all is well. Foot is centered in sandal with space at the back and space at the front. When I walk, right foot edges forward. This happens in pretty much all sandals. I don’t know why. The sandals seem to fit. I do not otherwise have a problem with shoes, i.e. the common problem of one fitting and its mate being a size off. Does not happen in regular shoes. Just sandals. Only all sandals. And it’s not a good look.
Stupid foot.
Last night, my BB started coughing and choking. When I heard him, I ran over and helpfully suggested that he sit up straight and lift his arms into the air. (that helps open the airways) When he didn’t seem to hear me, I grabbed his arms and tried to help him get straightened out. Still coughing, but not as strongly.
Suddenly, he went limp. Head dropped, no breathing, no reaction to me touching him. I tried to Heimlich him, but he’s a hundred pounds heavier than me and I couldn’t move him enough to get my arms in the right position.
When seconds count, 911 is only minutes away. I never even thought about calling for help because there wasn’t time.
I spun his chair around so he was facing in the right direction, shoved his head back and started slugging him in the sternum. After the 4th blow, he started coughing again, so I didn’t hit him a 5th time. I sure felt like it cause he had scared me so much.
My BB is just fine today and I am not a widow.
All of those first aid and cpr classes I have taken over the years really paid off last night.
Nice work, flatlined! I hope BB is properly grateful. Did he have food stuck or what? I love a happy ending, anyway.
flatlined, you were in the right place at the right time. How many other wives get to slug their other half, and it’s a good thing.
BB does seem to cause you excitement.
At least you only had to slug him 4 times. My other half was on Lovenox, so I got to stab her every night:D. (Cue the Psycho music)
