I’m informed that King Neptune has claimed the (replica) HMS Bounty; she’s been lost at sea. A ship I’d have liked to see.

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Update: Peter has a photo from the USCG of the Bounty going down. Also, there were mixed reports, but per the Bounty’s website, all 17 crew were in rafts as she sank.

Update #2: The USCG reported that they rescued 14 and were searching for two. Maybe the Bounty’s website wasn’t sure about how many were on board.

Update #3: USCG has video of the extraction.

The Holocaust Shuffle — you’re doing it now and I’ve been warning people for years that it will happen unless…

They always say, “Oh! You’re just being dramatic!” or “This is America! It can’t happen here!”

The moment you blindly exclaim, “It can never happen here!” you’ve already committed yourself to making it happen.

There’s something I don’t understand. Actually, there are many countless things that I don’t understand, but right now, here’s something I simply don’t grok: why in the world, when you order some product online, have so many companies started sending congratulatory emails when the picked and purchased product has shipped?

They say, in giant, bold, orange letters, “Congratulations your order has shipped.”

I simply fail to understand why they’re bothering to extend good wishes to me for their shipping team doing its job.

Has this become, much like the Like button, another digital linguistic equivalent of a high-five?

“Smoke break! High-five!”

“Stuck a label on a box! High-five!”

“Scanned a barcode! High-f-… uh… Dude, maybe we should high-five the customer, too!”

The customers don’t need praise when you do your job. Really.

I wonder if we should start forwarding those types of emails to their marketing and shipping people and replying with:

“Congratulations! You shipped an order to a customer! Your contribution of hard work and dedication has increased the odds that you’ll remain employed with A Heartless Company. High-five!”

…drivers seem to have lost their minds. Read.

Watching Outdoor Channel and a bit comes on about the 25ACP Baby Browning.

Missus: Aww, that’s a cute little gun. It’s a gunlet!

Heh…gunlet.