Six in the morning, watching the sun come up on what looks like it might devolve into a cloudy day. I have some book-related things I’ve put off for three days and really must get to. I’ll blame it on that migraine – I’m often good for very little in terms of mental effort for a few days after a bad one. But really I’m just a lazy bastard.
Nothing of interest* is going on, which is certainly the way you want it before you’ve absorbed the first cuppa. Surf around looking for something bloggable, and it’s one of those mornings where you understand why bloggers resort to link dumps. Plenty of things worth noting, nothing worth riffing on. Somebody discovered 17 fake cell phone towers that seem to do the opposite of what you’d think, and it’s a big mystery. Some progressive idjit wrote an article purporting to argue that oppressive “small” local government proves the need for powerful “big” federal government. I don’ think those words mean what he thinks claims to think they mean. Boring.
Ghost is whining to come in, for the third time in an hour. Ghost can’t count. I’m going to try to get some work done.
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*”of interest” in this context often involves blood and/or fire.
“Somebody discovered 17 fake cell phone towers that seem to do the opposite of what you’d think, and it’s a big mystery.”
That’s no mystery.
Note that the guy telling you it’s a mystery worked for the same organization that helps LE agencies keep it a mystery.