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Senator John Fetterman (D-PA) says he “should have quit” his 2022 U.S. Senate race after suffering a stroke four days before the primary.

Penn appears to have experienced a cybersecurity breach on Friday after a series of mass emails were sent to students, faculty, alumni, and parents from accounts linked to the Graduate School of Education.

The email:

For many years, we would get very few trick-or-treaters coming to our door. We could never figure out why.

Last year, the weather on Halloween was very nice, so we left our front door open.

We could see people walking past our house. A few adults with young kids came up, but most of the crowd just walked past.

We heard one group of young teenagers discussing our house from the sidewalk. One of the girls said, "That's the creepy house!", and they all continued on down the street.

Our house is a 131-year-old Victorian, so I can see how it might look a little Addams-family-esque, but we have our lights on and a jack-o'-lantern out front, so we're clearly ready to hand out candy.

At the end of Halloween last year, I said I'd make a sign to encourage people to come to our house this year.

I took a piece of scrap plywood and painted it flat black. Then I covered it with painter's tape, used stencils to lay out letters, and cut the letters out with an X-ACTO knife:

Thanks to my constant idle YouTube scrolling, I've learned that you need to paint over the tape with the background color, so I put a coat of black on.

I painted over that with white.

I painted over the white with two coats of UV-reactive paint.

I went back to the X-ACTO knife to carefully peel away the remaining tape.

As it turns out, I should have put a second coat of black over the tape before I put the white on, but the specks of white that peeked out were easy to cover up after the tape was off.

I attached another piece of black plywood to the back with a hinge to make a stand, and mounted a blacklight on the bottom.

What do you think?

If I had more time (and energy), I'd attach a piece of wood to the base so the blacklight could be mounted a little farther away. However, I'm very pleased with the result.

I didn't know about the rest of you, but I don't bring my phone into the shower with me.

Edit: Sheesh. Some of you folks need this.

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up·lift·ing /ˌəpˈliftiNG/

adjective

adjective: uplifting

inspiring happiness, optimism, or hope. "an uplifting story of triumph over adversity"

We're having sweet corn with dinner, which means the girls get to have corn silk which is one of their favorite treats.

Rose:

Daisy:

“Some people think now we have to double down on those things or we must become more progressive or more extreme,” said Fetterman, who has renounced the “progressive” label in recent years, continuing, “That’s absolutely not true. The seven or eight states that are going to determine who’s going to be our next president, you know, we have to win in those states, and I understand what that takes.”

If I am understanding this right, the mistake Fetterman thinks Democrats made was not being enough like Republicans. When they were shifting right before, they weren't shifting fast or far enough.

Lemmings with poodles, what is the best shampoo and conditioner for a poodle?

Two years ago, Bucktail Medical Center, the only hospital in rural Clinton County, was on the verge of closure.

One of the smallest hospitals in Pennsylvania, Bucktail was beset by increasing operating costs and financial challenges.

A $1 million grant from the state helped stave off the closure. In 2023, the hospital reported $7.09 million in revenue and $9.2 million in expenses, tax records show.

A massive small-animal hoarding crisis has emerged in South Los Angeles, where rescue volunteers estimate between 400 and 500 guinea pigs were discovered living in overcrowded and unsanitary conditions. The Southern California Guinea Pig Rescue (SCGPR), along with other rescue groups, is urgently calling on local officials, the public, and fellow organizations to take immediate action to prevent further suffering.

I'm allergic to cats, dogs, kangaroos, peaches, and cherries. I've been taking allergy meds so my wife could get a service dog without killing me. Been taking the meds for about six months.

Last week we picked up the dog He's adorable, pretty smart, somewhat normal-dog trained, and definitely not service-ready. His professional training will begin later this month. I believe he can succeed assuming my wife doesn't die from exhaustion before he can learn to keep her alive.

Last week I also made fruit salad for a picnic, and included peaches and cherries (peaches, cherries, nectarines, oranges, honeycrisp apples, red grapes, cantaloupe, honeydew, watermelon, strawberries, blueberries, banana, and I used all-natural concentrated grape juice for sweetener, my wife didn't let me add grapefruit, and I forgot to add the damn pineapple).

Over the weekend I ate fruit salad, and I've been slobbered on by the dog all week, with no signs of any allergic reaction.

The last time I ate cherries, I had to get meds to stop my throat from closing up, and cherries are my favorite fruit.

Anyway, I was feeling pretty good about conquering my immune system, and we had a whole bag of cherries left, so just now I decided to eat some cherries as a snack.

Well, it looks like I've been pissing in my immune system's eye, and it just blinked.

My daughter had left to get veggies for the guinea pigs (no, not allergic to them, but the orchard grass is a little troublesome, and Timothy Hay is completely intolerable). My wife and her dog are sleeping.

I stopped eating the cherries as soon as I started feeling a bit off. No symptoms other than the slightest itch in the left side of my bottom lip.

I'm not concerned about dying. I'm not allowed to kill myself because I made a stupid promise to my wife years ago. However, this would be an accident, and I've pointed out to her that just because I'm not allowed to off myself on purpose, I don't have to submit to any life-saving efforts. She tried to argue with me about that, but I played the bodily autonomy card and she had to concede the point.

Anyway, my unlikely death isn't really what I'm concerned with right now.

It just occurred to me that if I think the end is coming, there's an opportunity to have some really cool final words, but I can't think of anything.

"I was thinking of the immoral words of Socrates, who said, '...I drank what?'"

• Val Kilmer as Chris Knight in 'Real Genius'

My question for you lemmings is, what are some cool final words for me to say?

Also, for anyone concerned, as I finish this post, I'm feeling now like my immune system has decided that flushing out my digestion is the best course of action. So death doesn't seem to be in the cards today, although I might end up wishing it was.