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Dear New York Times,

Yesterday, someone left a copy of your print publication in the break room at work. The big front page story was about what a fascinating guy Elon Musk is. He owns a lot of space junk, as I understand.

As I'm sure you know, when American students learn about the First Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, the name "New York Times" is frequently credited for their involvement. Truly, your contributions to culture have been historic.

I'm guessing that's not a thing that happened in the last 30 years.
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 Most of you went to Minicon, I went to Wisconsin.  The major visits were to The House on the Rock and The Milwaukee Art Museum.  I drove to Spring Green on Thursday, saw HotR on Friday, drove to Milwaukee on Friday early evening, saw MAM on Saturday and drove home on Sunday morning.  

The House on the Rock was *a lot*.  I would have paid $35 to just see the carousel, and I understand why people think it's magic.  There's also a vast collection of every goddamn thing in the world with no descriptions. Like I said, it's just *a lot*, and a way too much of that lot is a celebration of the inhumane treatment of elephants. There's more ivory than I've ever seen in the sum of all museums that I've been to and that contained ivory. There's a room of dioramas of circuses where people terrorize elephants and big cats while other people watch.  Every room has more to look at than a person can comprehend, and the few descriptions that exist are incomplete or impossible.  

Here are some guns.  

Some guns.  One of them is a woman's wooden prosthetic leg with a gun built into the side.

Image shows a collection of guns in gun cases.  The central gun case contains a woman's wooden prosthetic leg, wearing a fancy black shoe and with a small gun built into the thigh.  There are no descriptions for anything in this room.  

Here's something from "The Organ Room." The Organ Room includes a live human woman who hides in a poorly lit crevasse of the room.  She will leap out and surprise you with several facts, including that the chandelier is "one of the largest" chandeliers in the world.

The big chandelier



Image shows a large chandelier made of hundreds of smaller chandeliers.  In front of the Droste Effect chandelier, there is a statue of a naked woman controlling a chained tiger. Why?  How the hell would I know?  

I would even recommend going for the entire horrifying museum in all its glory and the carousel in the middle of the experience.  You can find pictures and video of the carousel online, but there is probably no way to accurately depict it.  

Some travel advice that I have received is "stay at the second cheapest hotel in any region."  That's exactly what a person should do in Spring Green, WI.  That is NOT what a person should do in Milwaukee.  The second cheapest hotel in Spring Green is the Don Q Inn. There's a round fireplace surrounded by barber chairs bolted to the floor.  The floor feels oddly but not disturbingly bouncy, and there's a mini-fridge in the room.



Image shows an old sewing machine table with the sewing machine removed.  The table is used as a TV stand.  Next to the TV stand, there is a wide, short dresser with a mini-fridge set on top of it.  

 
There's also an airplane outside on the front lawn, signed by Farah Fawcett for no reason.  This is the most correct hotel to stay at if you're visiting The House on the Rock.  If you're in Spring Green to see Taliesin, you should instead try to find a hotel where the roof leaks.  The Don Q Inn had many random objects around the hotel.  It had no windmills, and I can't imagine why you'd think it should, you weirdo.  

In Milwaukee, I stayed at The Days Inn and Suites by Wyndahm.  The room was a brightly colored dump with many things that needed repair, but I wouldn't have cared if it wasn't for the 2AM announcements.  I couldn't quite make out what was being said, but I assume it was this:

FUCK ATTENTION FUCK DAYS INN GUESTS DID FUCKFUCK YOU KNOW THAT FUCKING MILWAUKEE IS THE FUCKFUCKFUCK SERIAL KILLER VIOLENCE (Door slams) CAPITOL OF THE WORLD AND ALSO KONERAK SINTHASOMPHONE (door slams) MIGHT STILL BE ALIVE TODAY (door slams) IF NO ONE HAD CALLED THE POLICE AND ONE OF FUCKFUCKFUUUUUUUUCK THE MILWAUKEE POLICEMEN RETIRED AND THE OTHER WAS PROMOTED. AND NOW, FOR YOUR BEDTIME ENJOYMENT, I SHALL SING SOME OF THE SCARIEST NOISES ANYONE HAS EVERY IMAGINED! FUCK! WE HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR STAY.

Milwaukee is a perfectly nice city, and I'll visit again, but next time I'm staying closer to the lake, and I'll pay the extra $50/night.  Jesus Christ.

The American Midwest has great art museums.  The Milwaukee Art Museum is a fine example. What sets it apart from other fine museums is that it has a noticeably small collection of plundered art. Some large portion (a third?) of the collection was from the Germany, or Germanic speaking countries.  They also went to a lot of trouble to show the art in some context.  

One room had displayed objects with descriptions, and then young artists' contributions to the context in drawers below the display cases.   



 Description from the museum: 
The contents of this drawer were designed by participants of the museum's Teen Leadership Program: Tyree Anderson, Sarah Biskowitz, Margaret French, Froylan Hernandez, Emmanuel Johnson, Renee Marfitt, Michael Muth and Jack West. 
 
Many of the objects in this gallery, such as the dishware, weaponry and scientific instruments were originally created to serve a specific function.  But when these objects become valued as collectibles, they were stripped of their function, cleaned and polished, and placed on a shelf to be admired. What would it be like to introduce function to museum objects?

There was even a room of "problematic" art with descriptions, presented alongside quotes from Fredrick Douglas.  It's weird to take photos in a museum, so the only ones I took were to remember specific pieces, and sometimes I just didn't because I didn't want people to think I was uncouth. If I learned anything about art at the House on the Rock, it's that images are not experiences.  

While I was there, a group was setting up to just meditate with this painting for an hour. 

Francisco de Zurbarán’s “Saint Francis of Assisi in His Tomb”



Description from the Museum: This somber, haunting image of the ascetic Saint Francis typifies the work of one of Spain’s most important Golden Age painters. As is characteristic, Zurbarán depicted the saint alone, in a dark, featureless space, and lit his humble, homespun monk’s robe with dramatic, raking light that also catches on the upturned skull he holds as well as his left foot, which seems to stride into the viewer’s space. Saint Francis was of particular significance to Spain’s monastic communities, which were deeply impacted by the Counter-Reformation. This work was commissioned for Don Gaspar de Guzmán, Count-Duke of Olivares, who was a high-ranking nobleman, close advisor of King Philip IV, and ultimately Prime Minister of Spain (1621–1643).

Their guide expressed sorrow that most museum patrons spend only fifteen seconds with a piece of art, even if it's moving to them.  The exercise was to spend time really thinking about what went into the creation.  

"Oh yeah?! Well maybe if you had shittier art and less of it, I wouldn't need to hurry through!  Did you ever think of that?"

I saw dozens of things that made me think "This is my favorite!" and after a while I accepted that the museum has a lot of great stuff.  Everyone needs more whimsey, so here's that.    





Image shows beer steins in a glass case.  The steins are in the shape of a hot air balloon, a round man with a beard, a skull, a happy radish, and "Father Jahn."  





Image shows the other side of the display case of steins.  These steins are in the shape of a pug dog, a singing pig, a frog, and an owl.  

The Catastrophe by Eduard von Grützner
The Catastrophe by Eduard von Gr�tzner

Image shows an oil painting of a man who has dropped a basket of wine bottles and landed on his butt. His shoe has fallen off and is just past his foot. He is looking irritated and staring at the broken glass and red wine stained on the stone walkway.  Near him, there is a large wooden wine cask with ornately carved scrollwork.  Another man is looking towards what has happened, but starting to hold his head in some combination of confusion/annoyance/embarrassment.  Both men appear to be wearing brown monk's robes and blue work aprons.  

And now I've been typing for a long time.  So maybe some more later and maybe not.  

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In my "free trial" of Amazon prime, there's lots of music available. I asked Echo for "Both Sides Now." I expected the Judy Collins version, because that's the version in Hereditary, and that's the one that I think is most well known.

Alternately, since it was originally performed by Joni Mitchell, they might have played that version.

Nope.

This might be my new favorite version.


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As of about 8:20PM CST, it appears that Twitter has finally bitten the wax tadpole. It looks a bit like a strobe between the error screen and an attempt to load.

It's been 62 days since the day he took over, and the most recent tweet of his that I saw said that he was turning shit off at random to see if it was important.
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I didn't make it through the first episode of the Amazon Lord of the Rings series.

I like Tolkien, I've read The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings and enjoyed them. I'd even say that Tolkien was a great writer, and his influence on modern literature is awe inspiring. I even liked the LOTR movies, they were fine. I never saw the Hobbit movies because there definitely was not three movies worth of content in that charming little kids' book, but whatever.

Anyway... "The Rings of Power." I couldn't do it. It was the fucking accents and the ridiculous dialogue. It's like a bunch of Renaissance Festival performers were making up a brand new Shakespeare play in their treehouse while drunk. "Forsooth! Let's all partake of top hats and crumpets! I have made a cushion of foie gras to rest my weary mind upon! Let us ponder the platitudes of darkness until the darkness can see no more!"

Maybe it gets better, maybe I'll never know.

And why do they all have "posh" accents like they're from the Westminster Butthole Academy? I want to see the Lord of the Ring series where everyone sounds like Vicky Pollard.

Lots of people that I like and respect are really into this series. Maybe it's just not meeting me at the right time.
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Current temperature is -3F/-19C , -20F/-29C windchill
Shoveling is done, birdfeeder is full. Please enjoy some Minnesota Burlesque with poorly implemented Chroma key.

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In New York and New Jersey, honking your horn is like saying "I have feelings! They may or may not have anything to do with you." People honk because they're generally frustrated with traffic, or as the gentle "ahem, the light has changed."
In Minnesota, honking your horn is like leaning out your window and shouting "YOUR MOTHER'S A WHORE!"

In conclusion, I would like an "ahem," setting on my car.
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The Onion has been banned from Twitter! The Onion!

Except it's not true, and it's an article from The Onion.

https://www.ebay.com/itm/165839498818
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Dad stopped by for a few minutes. He mentioned that he was going to drop a few things off at the thrift store, and asked if there was anything I'd like to put in his car as long as he was going.

HE HAD NO IDEA.
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Today is a day that I remind everyone that the British Library has over one million public domain images uploaded, and the can be searched at http://www.flickr.com/photos/britishlibrary
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Another Lego scene, in the continuing saga of this nonsense.  



Hey Poe! I traded my car!  Me and Seabiscuit need a ride home.  
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 Today I learned that the "Craftown" section of the Canon Papercraft site is scaled approximately for Lego people.  I made a paper car.  



Get in loser!  We're going to blow up the Death Star and dismantle capitalism!

Caption based on this meme, which is based on this meme. (The second link will autoplay sound, it's from a movie.)
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Three Lego figures having a drink in front of Lego First Avenue

Just like Mos Isley.  It's not as cool as it was back in my day.   




Dec 3

Dec. 3rd, 2020 10:20 pm
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 Today's photo was taken on Tatooine, the desert planet.  Tatooine, like most planets in the SW universe, is a bullshit planet with only one climate.  Here we see a lonely moisture farm with an ominous figure in the distance.  


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We'll preface today's photos by saying that I also got an Advent Calendar for my daughter and her SO.  Today's Lego was Poe, with a festive sweater, a gun, and a mug.  Poe apparently enjoys beverages the American way, with a firearm.  



I would've come up with a caption and a pose, but the S.O. already did it this morning and sent me the photo.  They made a coffee machine out of the A-Wing, bright and early.  

Here's Poe having his morning coffee. 



This is an espresso droid, what becomes of the XP-38 landspeeder after it's been decommissioned.  
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I got a Lego Star Wars advent calendar for Mr. Spouse, as I do every year.  

Here's December 1, an A Wing Starfighter.  As you may already know, the A Wing is a small, fast, but agile ship that doesn't even have enough room for a droid.  Because it doesn't have room for a droid, it's difficult to maneuver and can only be piloted by Jedi pilots who have superior concentration skills.  Because the Rebel Alliance has difficulty funding their revolutionary forces, many Jedi are forced to deliver packages for Santa so that they may someday be able to afford ships with droids.  

Small Lego A Wing Starfighter
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 The World Meteorological Association named a tropical storm "Epsilon" just so that someone could say "Epsilon is expected to grow very large."  

It is a statement of fact that Epsilon is expected to grow very large over the next 48 hours.  

Oh, the knees must be sore from all the slapping.  
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 Last night, we watched Birds of Prey.  It was set in the same universe as Suicide Squad, and took place shortly after.  It's not necessary to see Suicide Squad in order to understand the movie, and I'd recommend NOT seeing Suicide Squad because it sucks.  Seriously.  See Birds of Prey as a stand alone movie.  

Birds of Prey is the best DC movie made in the last ten years.  I enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed Shazam!, and I enjoyed Shazam! almost entirely because it wasn't hot garbage, and the characters were cheerful and optimistic, like they're supposed to be.  Therefore, the list of DC Comics movies made within the last ten years and worth seeing, from best to worst is now:

Birds of Prey
Shazam!
WonderWoman
The Dark Knight Rises
Aquaman - SO MANY STAIRS?  Why do people who swim everywhere have stairs?  What is the architectural purpose of stairs under water? Not just the submerged buildings, but the brand new high-tech buildings had stairs.  How did those buildings get drawn up?  Did no one in the preliminary construction meetings say "Hey!  Fellow merworkers! I thought of a way we could save some money and labor on this project..."  Only see this movie if that's not going to bother you during the entirety of the movie.  I saw that movie two years ago, there's been half of a global pandemic since then, and it still bothers me.  Holy fucking STAIRS!  

I haven't seen Wonder Woman 1984.  That's going to wait.  
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 Today I made a paper tiger.  Maybe it will chase me.  It was nice to build a simple model.  

This tiger is a bit on the chonky side.  Perhaps Tiger has been eating too many frosted flakes.  


Image shows a papercraft tiger.  It's a simple model.  
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I'm always a little bit superstitious, even though I'm devoutly atheist.  When I'm stressed, I get more superstitious.  These last six months have been anything but peaceful.  A superstition that I have is that you must NEVER tell a wish to someone else, or it can't come true.  This superstition probably originated with "Blow out the candles, make a wish, don't tell."  

I have a wish. Maybe in three or four months, I'll tell you all if it came true.  

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