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Today I learned...
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Is this the end of the kiss-cam?
Today I learned that the internet is abuzz with rumours that ex-CEO Andy Byron is preparing documents to sue Coldplay for "emotional distress" and "invasion of privacy" - after he was caught cheating on his wife with the company's chief people officer, Kristin Cabot.
Did he consent to be filmed and publicly humiliated? Or should he just take responsibility for his folly?
Today I learned that the internet is abuzz with rumours that ex-CEO Andy Byron is preparing documents to sue Coldplay for "emotional distress" and "invasion of privacy" - after he was caught cheating on his wife with the company's chief people officer, Kristin Cabot.
Did he consent to be filmed and publicly humiliated? Or should he just take responsibility for his folly?
Having never had an affair, I can't comment directly, but I'd think the last place you'd take your goomar is a luxury box at Gillette with 80k witnesses. Motel 6 it next time, bruh.
You can't expect much privacy with 80,000 other people watching you on a big screen, and you can't expect not to be on a big screen if you go to a live concert. 'Tis only common sense. *nods*
As Homer said: "Motel 6 it next time" ... except I wouldn't call Mr. Byron "bruh", since someone with such a poor grasp of common sense is not my "bruh".
As Homer said: "Motel 6 it next time" ... except I wouldn't call Mr. Byron "bruh", since someone with such a poor grasp of common sense is not my "bruh".
That's we he's a bruh and not a bro. You know, that whole thing happened 20 minutes up the road from me, so I'll keep my eye out for the two of them. No reason to hide it now, right?You can't expect much privacy with 80,000 other people watching you on a big screen, and you can't expect not to be on a big screen if you go to a live concert. 'Tis only common sense. *nods*
As Homer said: "Motel 6 it next time" ... except I wouldn't call Mr. Byron "bruh", since someone with such a poor grasp of common sense is not my "bruh".
It's not sustainable either way. This was a relatively easy way out: it's possible he would rather be publicly shamed than have to initiate telling his wife, in person, in his own words.
This was long past the clandestine stage, but they might not have been able to admit it to themselves.
This was long past the clandestine stage, but they might not have been able to admit it to themselves.
Today I learned there was an English pirate named Benjamin Hornigold (1680-1719).
I just liked the name and wished I would have thought of it for a character.
I just liked the name and wished I would have thought of it for a character.
Oh wow, not only had he a killer last name, he also had Edward Teach as his second in command.
Yep. There was also an Irish pirate named Edward England, quite possibly the nicest, kindest, and least greedy pirate in the history of piracy.
Life really is stranger than fiction.
Life really is stranger than fiction.
Today I learned that when my mom was a girl, her and her siblings (all then between the approximate ages of 7-12) used to have races - starting from outside the house - one would climb the walnut tree onto the roof and in through the window, and one would run in through the house and up the stairs, to see who could get to the upstairs bedroom first.
My mom told me every time she climbed the tree, she won.
My mom told me every time she climbed the tree, she won.
Today I learned that no matter how many times you take an 8 week old puppy to the yard, there will still be puppy puddles and piles on the floor in the morning.
Yeah, okay. I already knew that. The knowledge simply got reinforced last night.
Yeah, okay. I already knew that. The knowledge simply got reinforced last night.
Edward Teach: “I am the master now!”
Benjamin Hornigold: “Not impressed. Your last name sucks.”
Dad: ... and that's the story of how Eddie Teach created his Blackbeard persona and went on to eviscerate the entire Caribbean, recreate Cuba as a pirate paradise, invade America and--
Daughter: Aw daaaaad, stop it! We all know that's not true.
Dad: Made you pay attention, though, didn't it?
And apparently Hornigold literally attacked a ship just to steal all the hats. Because he could.
Don't blame him. Have you ever seen a pirate captain without a natty hat?
Seriously, though, hats are a necessity when you're prowling the seas for months on end. They keep the sun and rain off your face, and when you come into port, you can sell the excess and buy what you need. *nod*
I took all the pamphlets from the last lot of proselytizers, scattered them on my porch, and drew a chalk outline around them.
They don't come to my door any more. I can't imagine why ... *whistles innocently*
Today I learned that Ray Bradbury's short story There Will Come Soft Rains - about the end of the world - takes place on August 5, 2026
You can read the story at the link.
One more year to go!
That story was inspired by a poem of the same title written in 1918 by Sara Teasdale.
"There Will Come Soft Rains"
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
You can read the story at the link.
One more year to go!
That story was inspired by a poem of the same title written in 1918 by Sara Teasdale.
"There Will Come Soft Rains"
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,
And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;
And frogs in the pools singing at night,
And wild plum-trees in tremulous white;
Robins will wear their feathery fire
Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;
And not one will know of the war, not one
Will care at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;
And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
Today I learned that Eric Burdon, in the chorus, is actually singing, "Spill the wine, take that pearl."
Today I learned that Dull, Scotland, twinned with Boring, Oregon, in 2012. In 2013, Bland, Australia joined this “triad of tedium” in what has come to be known as the League of Extraordinary Communities.
Today I learned that Adolf Eichmann, one of the major organisers of the Nazi Holocaust and the Final Solution, visited Haifa in 1937 to see the burgeoning Jewish kibbutzes and small towns for himself. (Eichmann's commanding officer in the SD, the Nazi intelligence service, travelled with him).
They wanted to see if, instead of killing the Jews of Europe, they could be deported to the British Mandate of Palestine instead ... presumably, knowing the Nazis, so that they could all be killed at once. (Teutonic efficiency)
Here's how it happened (from "The Librarians", the site of the National Library of Israel): Adolf Eichmann’s Secret Visit to Palestine
In 1961, he received his own, and well-deserved, "final solution". Good riddance.
They wanted to see if, instead of killing the Jews of Europe, they could be deported to the British Mandate of Palestine instead ... presumably, knowing the Nazis, so that they could all be killed at once. (Teutonic efficiency)
Here's how it happened (from "The Librarians", the site of the National Library of Israel): Adolf Eichmann’s Secret Visit to Palestine
In 1961, he received his own, and well-deserved, "final solution". Good riddance.
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