One of the plugins I install on client’s website is a broken link checker. I realized that I probably ought to do the same form my own site. The plugin tells me I have 149 broken links. So, sorry that I didn’t do that before now, and I’ll get around to fixing them in the not too distant future.
So the other day I shared on Facebook a few of these hilarious fake tweets by fake verified accounts using the new blue check verified service offered by Twitter. It was an utter disaster. Several companies stocks were tanked by these tweets. Facebook was not amused and decided that I was sharing false information. I was not I was providing examples of false information and labeled it as such. I got a 24 hour ban.
WARNING! All of these tweets in this gallery contain false information and are posted by imposter accounts that Twitter verified because they paid the $8 price tag. Some of them are funnier than others.
I’ve used Duolingo for 1001 days. I started my Duolingo odyssey to brush up on my high school German and college Russian in prep for a Baltic cruise that would start in Germany and stop in St Petersburg. Then the pandemic happened and our cruise was canceled.
I kept going. I eventually added Spanish, Ukrainian, and Scottish Gaelic. I had some Spanish in high school. It’s a useful language to know in Tucson. I started Ukrainian because of Russia’s invasion and I wanted to see how closely related and mutually intelligible they were. And to show my support for Ukraine. I learned Scottish Gaelic on my own 18 years ago and started a self-studies group in Tulsa. I decided to brush up on it too and see how good Duolingo is for it.
I chose 1001 days as a milestone as a nod to 1001 Arabian Nights. I’m not fluent in any of the languages and I’m not ready to converse in any of them, but my German comprehension is much better.
I once puked in a stocking cap. It was my first two-week deployment in the Air National Guard in 1987. We flew on a military transport to Panama. The plane had web seating benches and we faced the side of the plane and each other. I was getting airsick as the plane descended for landing. They kept the planes cold to reduce airsickness. My thoughts were totally focused on not throwing up. About five minutes before landing I knew I was going to hurl, so I took off my stocking cap and threw up in it. As it was dripping on the cabin floor, one of the other airman said, “we have barf bags.”
I carried my puke filled dripping stocking cap off the transport. Who knew they made a great strainer?
A few years ago we went to the Durango Celtic Festival and since we drove through the Navajo Nation to get there, we stopped at the Four Corners monument where the four corners of Arizona, Colorado, New Mexico and Utah meet. Later I found out this wasn’t the actual spot where the borders met. It was a few hundred yards north or something.
One of the signs we saw was warning people not to scatter the ashes of loved ones because it was disrespectful of Navajos to do so. I also imagine if they’d allowed it, there’d be a huge pile of ashes that’d have to get swept up every so often. I could think of better places to have my ashes dispersed if I choose to be cremated. Yes, the four corners are within the boundaries of the Navajo Nation.