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Rule Five Road Trip Friday

So, first, some housekeeping notes.

Later today, after I take care of some work chores, we’ll be loading our cargo trailer, packing up all of our remaining office equipment and supplies as well as what firearms and ammo I still have remaining in Colorado.  In fact, we’ll be packing truck and trailer with probably a third to half of all the stuff we’ll be hauling from Colorado up to the Great Land.

Next, posts:  Tomorrow we’ll have the Saturday Gingermageddon as usual.  Next week, instead of placeholders while we’re on the road, I’ll probably post some photos of random, interesting scenery along the 3.200 mile trip.  Normal posts should resume on either April 1 or April 2, unless we encounter some difficulty along the way.

Mrs. Animal and I always enjoy road trips.  We have taken a lot of them together over the last thirty years or so, and we inevitably end up talking, planning and laughing the entire trip, just like a couple of kids.  I guess we just enjoy being together, even (especially) after all this time, and given that this road trip is the penultimate act in the culmination of our twenty-plus year plans, it’s going to be even more fun.

And, of course, there’s the trip itself.  About half of the drive is on the Alaska-Canada Highway itself, which we’ve wanted to drive for years.  Problem is this:  Canada is hurrying people through right now because of the ‘rona, so no time for sightseeing, and frankly this isn’t the best time for that anyway, not to mention we’ll be towing a trailer and have a canoe tied atop the truck, so not the best vehicle configuration, either.  Not to worry; we have plenty of time, and we’ll plan to make the drive again sometime when we have time to sight-see.

Speaking of that drive, here’s how the itinerary looks, for any of you True Believers that might be curious as to how this works:

Day 1:  Denver, Colorado to Shelby, Montana.  Shelby is about twenty miles south of the Coutts, Alberta entry station into Canada.  So in the morning we’ll want to get an early start to deal with the bureaucracy at the border.

Day 2:  Shelby, Montana to Dawson Creek, British Columbia.  Dawson Creek is where the Alaska Highway proper begins.  I’ve done some reading about the town, and it seems like it would be a hell of a fun place to spend a few days, once the Kung Flu panic dies down.

Day 3:  Dawson Creek, British Columbia to Watson Lake, Yukon Territory.  This is where gas stations and so forth get thin on the ground, so it’s prudent to keep the tank topped up.

Day 4:  Watson Lake, Yukon Territory to Tok, Alaska.  Tok is where we leave the Alaska Highway, which continues (officially) to Delta Junction, while the highway continues up to Fairbanks.  Now we’re back into the States, and officially into the Great Land!

Day 5:  Tok, Alaska to our new home in Willow, Alaska.  This involves a trip down the Glenallen Highway, which is a gorgeous drive, and then through Palmer and Wasilla to home.

It’s going to be interesting and exciting!  Mrs. Animal will still have to fly back to Colorado to meet the movers to load the remaining stuff for the trip north, then to arrange for the Colorado house to be cleaned up and sold.  Denver real estate is crazy right now, so we expect to do well on that deal.  But when that’s done, she comes home, and we settle into our rural Alaska home for good.

So, stand by for news from the road!

Animal’s Daily Free Speech News

To expand on an item from yesterday’s links:  I’m not normally very enamored of Piers Morgan, but I’m always willing to give someone credit when they are right, no matter how many times I disagree with them on other issues.  And on the matter of the disgraceful Oprah interview with the once and former royals Harry and Meghan, Piers Morgan is absolutely right, and now he’s paying for it.  Excerpt:

Piers Morgan resigned from ITV’s “Good Morning Britain” after widespread backlash over his criticism of Meghan Markle’s interview with Oprah.

UK media regulator Ofcom launched an investigation of Morgan after more than 41,000 people sent in complaints about the comments he made.

“We have launched an investigation into Monday’s episode of ‘Good Morning Britain’ under our harm and offence rules,” an Ofcom spokesperson told Variety

Morgan had questioned Markle’s sincerity about her mental health problems.

The Duchess of Sussex told Oprah she talked to people in the Royal “institution” after having some suicidal thoughts but was not given help.

“Who did you go to? What did they say to you? I’m sorry, I don’t believe a word she said, Meghan Markle,” Morgan said on the show. “I wouldn’t believe it if she read me a weather report.”

Frankly, I’m with Morgan on this one; if that vacuous, lamebrained bimbo told me the sky was blue, I’d look out a window to check.  And no, that’s not a statement about her supposed race (although she looks no more ‘black,’ frankly, than Harry) it’s a statement about her stupidity.

But the implications here for Morgan are far more serious than whatever claims to victim-hood the Duke and Duchess of Sussex are whining about.  From the second link just above:

“Who did you go to? What did they say to you? I’m sorry, I don’t believe a word she said, Meghan Markle. I wouldn’t believe it if she read me a weather report,” Morgan said on the show.

“We have launched an investigation into Monday’s episode of ‘Good Morning Britain’ under our harm and offence rules,” an Ofcom spokesperson told Variety. Ofcom had received 41,015 complaints about Morgan’s comments by 2 p.m. U.K. time on Tuesday.

Morgan’s career is probably over, simply for stating an opinion that should be shared by anyone with enough brains to pound sand.  The Duchess of Sussex is full of shit; her story is full of more holes than Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow after Frank Hamer finished with them.  And, apparently, this cancelling of Morgan is happening just because a bunch of Brit malcontents complained.

Never let it be said that Morgan didn’t go out with a bang, though:

Piers Morgan has learned one good lesson from Cancel Culture:



Animal’s Daily Free Speech News

This kind of shit is precisely why we left Colorado.  Excerpt:

On Friday, Colorado Senate President Pro Tempore Kerry Donovan, who is also running to unseat U.S. Rep. Lauren Boebert (R-Colo.), filed S.B. 21-132, a bill to regulate “digital communications.” The bill would create two regulatory agencies to monitor Big Tech companies and penalize them for allowing a person to engage in “unfair or discriminatory digital communications practices,” including promoting “hate speech,” “undermining election integrity,” allowing the spread of “fake news,” and targeting for digital ads.

The bill does not define these hot-button terms, apparently leaving their definition up to the state digital communications division. This Big Tech regulation seems ripe for abuse. It would give cover for Big Tech to censor conservatives in the name of fighting “hate” and “fake news.”

S.B. 21-132 would create a digital communications division and a digital communications commission, tasking these bodies with registering every “digital communications platform” — including “social media platforms like Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram and media-sharing platforms like YouTube and Twitch” — and monitoring their activity to prevent “discrimination.”

“The division shall investigate and the commission may hold hearings on” claims alleging that one of these Big Tech companies “has allowed a person to engage in … unfair or discriminatory digital communications practices on the platform,” such as:

  • “practices that promote hate speech”
  • practices that “undermine election integrity”
  • practices that “disseminate intentional disinformation, conspiracy theories, or fake news”
  • or practices that “authorize, encourage, or carry out violations of users’ privacy.”

So, a bunch of unelected, unknown, faceless bureaucrats to regulate what we say online.  To this, I have only three words in reply:  “Fuck off, slavers!”

Actually, that’s not quite right.  I do have a few more than three words to reply to that, even though those three go a long damn way towards describing how I really feel about this sack-o-crap.  Let’s be forthright, here, for just a moment, about the motives of this asshole Donovan; what he really wants is to silence anyone who disagrees with his own leftist orthodoxy.

If you are a supporter of free speech – really, honestly free speech – that means that it applies to everyone.  That means you have to tolerate the microcephalics in the KKK having parades, and put up with that asshole Reverend Wright yelling “God damn America” at his racist pulpit.  It means that the worst among us, as well as the best among us, all get their place on the soapbox.

The fact that the soapbox is now digital does not matter, and nobody who understands the idea of free speech should give an ounce of rat’s pee about the means by which that speech is presented.

Kerry Donovan is one of a species of pol that is becoming all too common of late; a little fascist in training, a would-be Napoleonic tyrant who somehow has managed to find his way into the Colorado Capitol when, in a just world, his only deserved portion would be a bucket of tar and a sack of feathers.

There’s your hate speech, Mr. Donovan, you little wannabe totalitarian fuck.  Feel free to come on up here to the Sustina Valley and do something about it.

Animal’s Hump Day News

Happy Hump Day!

Today, first of all, we recognize the passing of a giant:

Rush Limbaugh, 1951 – 2021

RIP, Rush Limbaugh.

Mark Steyn weighs in on Mr. Limbaugh’s passing.

Rush Limbaugh Was My Radio Dad

The most-listened-to host in radio history.

I did listen to Rush some, on and off over the years.  I didn’t always agree with him, but I always found him interesting listening.  He had a way of making you think, even – maybe especially – when you didn’t agree with him.  He also single-handedly invented modern talk radio.

El Rushbo was a titan, and lots of folks will miss him.

Well then…

On To the Links!

Lockdowns today, lockdowns tomorrow, lockdowns forever.

Turns out wind turbines don’t work well during winter weather.

Renewable energy’s biggest failure.  To blame?  Not winter weather or even climate change; no, it was Communism.

I’m liking Lauren Boebert more and more all the time.

Possible Kung Flu herd immunity by April.

Why we can’t make Kung Flu vaccines any faster.

Related:  Kung Flu cases are dropping like rocks.  Good news indeed; from that article:

Why is the number of cases plummeting much faster than experts predicted?

In large part because natural immunity from prior infection is far more common than can be measured by testing. Testing has been capturing only from 10% to 25% of infections, depending on when during the pandemic someone got the virus. Applying a time-weighted case capture average of 1 in 6.5 to the cumulative 28 million confirmed cases would mean about 55% of Americans have natural immunity.

Now add people getting vaccinated. As of this week, 15% of Americans have received the vaccine, and the figure is rising fast. Former Food and Drug Commissioner Scott Gottlieb estimates 250 million doses will have been delivered to some 150 million people by the end of March….

There is reason to think the country is racing toward an extremely low level of infection. As more people have been infected, most of whom have mild or no symptoms, there are fewer Americans left to be infected. At the current trajectory, I expect Covid will be mostly gone by April, allowing Americans to resume normal life.

Pretty good takedown.

This Week’s Idiots:

CNN’s Jill Filipovic is an idiot.

Rolling Stone‘s Bob Moser is an idiot.

Salon‘s Patricia Roberts-Miller is an idiot.

Paul Krugman continues to beclown himself.  Seriously, I’m constantly having to come up with new ways to deride this asshole, just to avoid repeating myself.

The Atlantic‘s David Graham is an idiot.

Al Franken is an idiot.  But then, everybody already knew that.

Hey!  Where’s my bourbon on the rocks!?

Rep. Ro Khanna (Elitist Prick-CA) is an idiot.

And So:

This seems appropriate after last week’s Arctic cold snap that hit most of the Forty-Eight.  In 1976, America’s Songwriter Bob Dylan was busy proving he could do rock & roll in the Rolling Thunder tour.   And, indeed, how many songwriters can boast of a Nobel Prize for Literature?

In 1976, I was fifteen, and this was right around the time my older brother got me started listening to Dylan.  My brother, being an old hippie, was more into Dylan’s acoustic folk music work, but I always enjoyed his electric rock-band music.  Here’s a good example from a 1976 show in Ft. Collins, Colorado.  This is the rock version of his tune Shelter From the Storm.  Enjoy.

Rule Five Animal Farm Friday

National treasure Dr. Victor Davis Hanson has some thoughts, as he usually does, on our current situation.  Excerpt:

Assimilation and integration are not our goals. Instead, we are to ferret out “cultural appropriation” and the odious culture of “white supremacy” and “unearned privileged.” “All men are created equal. But some are more equal than others” is now posted on the electric barn wall.  

Deprogramming 74 million “whites” and “Republicans” is the advice on the pages of the progressive Washington Post. Don’t like an idea? Then wash clean the polluted minds of those who embraced it.

The new and improved ACLU’s job is to encourage the suppression of conservative free speech. ACLU trains its handlers not to protect unfettered speech, but to spot “hate speech.” 

To advocate burning or destroying a book is not some nightmare from Fahrenheit 451, but a woke way to “stop the hate.” 

A new Orwellian phrase is “free speech is not free reach”—as leftists become the intellectual inheritors of the racists of the open-housing fights of the 1950s and 1960. The old racist boilerplate of apartment owners and realtors was “You can live anywhere you want, just not here.” The new hate mantra of Silicon Valley cartels is, “You can tweet or socially post anywhere you like—if you can manage to find a place.”

Surveillance and spying are now good. How else to ferret out “right-wingers,” “white supremacists,” and “insurrectionists”? 

So the FBI and CIA have transmogrified into heroic agencies run by stalwart social activist fighters like John Brennan, the old Gus Hall supporter, James Clapper, James Comey, and Andrew McCabe. They cut to the quick to achieve social justice, without the messy give and take of Congress, or that albatross, the relic Constitution.

Read the whole thing as it is worth it – Dr. Hanson’s work always is.

But there’s something missing.  Dr. Hanson concludes:

The media? It is a Ministry of Truth. Informers and readers beg the Great Leader to let drop his favorite flavor of ice cream or the details of the Oval Office makeover. There is no need for censorship: the media are the censors. Whatever sinister idea a paranoid politician has for muzzling journalists, reporters themselves have already trumped it. Pravda is their model. Who can be disinterested when there is a war to be fought for diversity and equity, against climate change and white supremacy?

The revolutionary animals are now running the farm in a way that would be nightmarish even to Farmer Jones.  

They won. They are now one with—but also far, far worse than—what they rebelled against.


But what are we to do about it?  Dr. Hanson offers no solutions.  And that’s a bit disappointing.

Vote?  2020 revealed to us how well that works out, with tech giants and legacy media conspiring to “fortify” elections.

Protest?  Well, the Left can do that; indeed, they can set fires, destroy businesses and attack cops with little or no consequence.  But the Right cannot; equal protection under the law is a dead letter.

Fight in the courts?  It hasn’t happened yet, but the Dems are already talking about packing not just the Supreme Court but district courts as well.

Secede?  A difficult prospect, one that many folks thought was ruled out in 1865, but one that’s being brought up more and more lately; but it’s a solution that would mean the end of our nation in any recognizable form.

Civil war?  Again, no matter the outcome, this would mean the end of our nation in any recognizable form.

Dr. Hanson’s perspectives here would be worth reading.  He is a renowned student of classical times, and his insights, fueled by his impressive knowledge of ancient times (for example, the rise and fall of ancient Greece) would be invaluable.

So, how about it, Dr. Hanson?  We all have a pretty good grip on what’s happening.  What do you propose we do?

Animal’s Daily Social Media News

As I’ve mentioned, I’ve taken up an account on Gab and have been using it mostly to re-post my daily entries from here.  But this, my first real foray into social media, (and, honestly, I’m pretty disappointed) has left me with some thoughts on how one might make effective use of this kind of social platform.  So, without further ado, here are some thoughts on things I think you should and shouldn’t do on social media.

  • Present your source.  If you’re referring to a news story or piece of commentary, link to the original source.  Don’t make people dig back through another blog post through a Twitter post through something else to find the original article.  If you can’t find a source, don’t post.
  • Add some of your own thoughts.  Don’t just present a piece of news; tell people what you think of it.  And tell people why you think that.
  • And as to that; don’t tell people how you feel.   Tell people what you think.  If you don’t know the difference, well, you need more help than I can give you in a blog post.
  • Point and laugh.  Stupid people should be conspicuous; feel free to point out stupidity wherever you find it.  And, sadly, there’s plenty of it to go around.
  • Honesty matters.  Tell the truth.  Always.  Bill Whittle has already given the reasons for this better than I could.
  • Before pulling the trigger on a post, think for a few moments about counter-arguments someone might make.  Address them in advance.
  • Use emojis sparingly, if at all.  Unless you don’t mind looking like a twelve-year-old girl texting her friends.
  • Use proper spelling, grammar and punctuation.  It’s not about being a spelling or grammar Nazi; it’s about not looking like a moron.
  • Make shit up.  Seriously, it’s bad that this even needs to be mentioned, but it happens all too often that people just make crap up out of whole cloth.  People on all sides of the political landscape do it, and it makes all of them look like idiots.
  • And as to that; if you’re suspicious of something you see, look into it a little bit before posting it.  If you can’t verify that X actually said Y, don’t post it.  If you post something that’s easily dis-proven, again, it just makes you look like an idiot.
  • Post a dozen or more dumb memes a day.  Once in a while, sure, but if all you’re posting is memes, you really need to re-think your online presence.
  • Add “Like and re-post if you agree!” to every post.  It’s annoying.
  • Overlook stupidity in favor of The Side.  People who you would otherwise agree with who are posting stupid shit should be called out, perhaps even more than people in opposition; they hurt, not help, your causes.
  • Re-post everything in your feed.  It just clogs up the feed of anyone who is following you.
  • Announce when you’re muting/blocking someone.  It doesn’t help anything and looks petty.  I make very sparing use of those functions and do not believe I have ever mentioned doing so, even back as far as Usenet.
  • Belabor the obvious.  Especially one-sentence posts stating something that everyone on the planet already knows.  It’s just useless clutter.

My first foray into social media has left me with… well, mixed opinions.  The noise-to-signal ratio is really bad.  On the other hand, there are some little groups that I enjoy; one on rural living, for instance, and another for Alaska residents.  While I never was on Facebook or Twitter, I tried Parler briefly until it was taken down, and now on Gab, and honestly I don’t know how long I’ll bother.  You have to wade through a lot of real crap to find any honest content, and I have plenty of good, intelligent sources – just see my blogroll for a few.

All in all, I think I’ll just keep Animal Magnetism going.  I like it here.  I hope all of you do too.

Goodbye, Blue Monday

Goodbye, Blue Monday!

Thanks as always to The Other McCain, Pirate’s Cove and Bacon Time for the Rule Five links!  As always, if we’re showing up in a links post of yours, please let us know in the comments and we’ll add you to the mentions; trackbacks aren’t always reliable for some reason.

Quick question for the incoming Biden Administration:  If those of us who aren’t happy with the results of the 2020 election are all terrorists now, then when do we get our enormous air-delivered pallets of cash?

Anyway.  Boy howdy.  Three flights between Denver and Anchorage in the next couple of months.  Three trips mostly moving firearms and ammo through courtesy of checked baggage, as that’s generally easier than taking them through Canada.  As of last Friday, all the paperwork is complete, we wrote a pretty damn big check, and now we officially own a house, outbuildings and two-plus acres in the Sustina Valley.

The entrance to the AlCan.

In late March/early April we’ll take truck and trailer north, through Wyoming, Montana, Alberta, British Columbia and the Yukon Territory to Alaska, and that will be an interesting trip indeed; watch this space for photos.  We’ll probably want to drive it again in summer, but for now, well, we’re anxious to get this move done and the Colorado house sold, so we’re making that trip as soon as is prudent, given the weather along that route.

I think we’ve picked a pretty damn good time to get the hell out of the lower 48.  Things seem to be damnably unsettled, and I don’t see them getting better, at least for the next couple of years.  And no, I don’t expect to receive a big pallet of cash, although I suspect my being a notoriously independent son of a bitch from a long line of notoriously independent sons of bitches may get me labeled as a troublesome sort at some point.  If so, so be it; if anyone wants to head up the valley to cause some trouble with rural Alaskans, I suspect it won’t end well for them.

Of our four kids, two are in a small town in eastern Iowa and should be well clear of any shenanigans; the other two are in the Denver area but with no little ones, so well situated to get the hell out in a hurry if Denver turns weird.

It’s troubling, now more than ever, to contemplate the world we’re leaving our grandchildren.  But for now, I have to focus on what’s right for Mrs. Animal and yr. obdt., and that’s getting our Alaska home established.  I see those happy golden years stretching out before us, regardless of what stupidity takes over the 48; as I’m fond of paraphrasing the great Davy Crockett, “You may all go to hell.  I will go to Alaska.”

All of you True Believers may want to look around, take stock, and find a similar retreat.  I think things are going to be tense for a while.  I hope I’m wrong – I’d love to be wrong – but I’m afraid I’m not.

Rule Five Immortality Friday

This is something of a recurring theme here, because it’s something I find interesting.  Today, from a Guardian article earlier in the week, is the question:  Do We Have to Age?  Excerpts, with my comments, follow:

The hope isn’t that we get to live longer for the sake of it, it is that we live longer in good health. Some people call this longevity; (Author, biologist Michael) Steele refers to “increasing a person’s ‘healthspan’”. “There’s this misconception when you talk to people about treating ageing,” he says. “They imagine they’re going to live longer but in a state of terrible decrepitude, that you’re going to extend their 80s and 90s so they’re sat in a care home for 50 years. That doesn’t make sense from a logical perspective or a practical one.”

I say, “What would be the point?”


“It’s just more pain…”

“Nobody would want it,” he says. Then he raises an eyebrow. “It’s surprising that people would actually think scientists would want that.”

There’s an old fable in there somewhere about living forever as a decrepit, broken-down old man.  But yes, longevity would be great – if it could be a healthy, active longevity.  That’s the real goal that gerontology research should have.  And Steele seems to be pursuing just that:

Eventually, (Steele) says, “I think we are very likely to have a drug that treats ageing in the next 10 years.”

Steele believes we will be hopelessly unlucky if scientists don’t make a breakthrough within that time, given how many human trials are in progress or upcoming. And although these breakthroughs won’t result in treatments that extend our lives by 100 years, they will give us enough extra time to ensure we’re alive for subsequent breakthroughs, subsequent treatments, subsequent additions in lifespan and so on. Our lives will be extended not all in one go but incrementally – one year, another year, suddenly we’re 150. In Ageless, Steele talks of a generation of people that grows up expecting to die but, thanks to an accumulation of new treatments, each more effective than the last, just doesn’t. “One after another,” he writes, “lifesaving medical breakthroughs will push their funerals further and further into the future.”

What Steele is talking about isn’t immortality; people will continue to die. Science won’t help if, looking down at your phone, you walk out into the road and get hit by a car. Or if you fall off a ladder and break your neck. Or if you are unlucky enough to be hit by a missile in a war zone. Or if you contract a virulent infectious disease that has no vaccine. But it will result in lifespans that are significantly longer than what we currently consider normal.

And that’s the goal.

As I’ve said before, I could live a thousand healthy years and never run out of stuff I wanted to do.  Hell, a thousand years from now a liner to visit the colonies on Proxima Centauri might be an option; look back a thousand years, or even a hundred years, and ask yourself how many people could even imagine the technology we have at our disposal today.

But they would have to be healthy years.

Breakthroughs like this, assuming it happens, always come with a tradeoff, and in this case that’s population.  While the Earth’s population of humans is expected to level off in the next century and even begin a decline, assuming current trends continue, a drastic expansion of lifespan could quickly reverse that.  This little blue ball could start to get distinctly crowded, making that last great luxury – privacy – even more of a premium commodity.

I think Mrs. A and I will be all right in rural Alaska for quite a while even so, and were I offered the chance to live for even a hundred and fifty healthy years, you can be damned sure I’d jump at the chance.

I have no idea how she walks in those shoes.


Goodbye, Blue Monday

Goodbye, Blue Monday!

Thanks as always to The Other McCain, Pirate’s Cove and Bacon Time for the Rule Five links!  And as we had placeholders last holiday week, be sure to check out last week’s entry over at Glibertarians.

So, hey, folks, it’s officially Twenty-Twenty-One, and has been for a few days.  Things have to be looking up, right?  Things couldn’t possibly be any worse than the dumpster fire that was 2020 – right?

Actually 2020 wasn’t bad for us here at the Casa de Animal.  We had a profitable year thanks to a long-term project that was amenable to remote work and was, in fact, planned to be mostly remote prior to the Kung Flu.  We have our retirement home in the Great Land, and in the next few months everything we’re taking north will be moved and the Colorado house sold, rendering us mortgage-free.  So honestly 2021 is looking pretty good for us, personally.

As for the nation?  Well, Dems would have us believe that Joe Biden, apparently soon-to-be President Biden unless the Trump people can pull some really amazing last-second shit, is just the guy to lead us out of the Kung Flu crisis.  Joe Biden couldn’t lead us to the fridge where his pudding cups are stored, much less lead the nation out of a crisis.  And while his campaign kept him mostly safe and secluded until they absolutely had to Adderal him up enough to withstand a debate or a softball interview, he won’t be able to manage a meeting with Putin or Xi without drooling.  Watch for a 25th Amendment solution to be offered within the first couple of years, with the resulting President Harris.  If the thought of that doesn’t horrify you, well, then I guess nothing will.

So, sure, 2021 may be pretty interesting.  Better than 2020?  Maybe.  But maybe not.  And that’s making the Great Land look pretty damn good.  Hang on, True Believers – I think we’re in for a pretty interesting time.

Goodbye, Blue Monday

Goodbye, Blue Monday!

Thanks as always to The Other McCain, Pirate’s Cove, and Bacon Time for the Rule Five links!

Housekeeping note:  I have noted, as you probably all have, some lag and long loading times for the site.  I’ve installed a caching plugin that seems to be helping some, but the real fix will be the upcoming migration of not just this but all our web sites to a new hosting service.  I don’t have a date for that to happen yet, but hopefully soon, and with luck the site will only be down for an hour or so.  Bear with us.

I’m tempted to launch into a soliloquy as to how weird 2020 has been, but, hell, who isn’t?  Best I can say is that this concomitantly messed-up year is almost over, and at least the one good thing is that we are in the final steps of buying our house in the Great Land, where I intend to spend the rest of my days.  That alone will make 2021 a better year.

Along the Glenallen Highway.

This is but a first step, of course.  Mrs. Animal and I loved Colorado, but the state is following in the footsteps of California nowadays, and besides, there are just too many people here.  That’s not the main reason we’re leaving, though.  We’ve been planning this for over twenty years, and now it’s time to make it happen.  At that time, I may slowly transition this page to a little bit less ‘this is what political/social/news items pissed me off today’ and a little more ‘this is what I’m up to in the Great Land right now.’  I have to work for a few more years to set up my retirement, but we’re in single digits now – it’s getting close.

The world is getting screwier by the minute, it seems, but at least we’ll have some privacy, be far away from the most overt nuttiness, and who knows, maybe start enjoying some of those golden years folks are always talking about.