Tax day has been moved to July 15. I’m going to wait until the government declares that we pay no taxes this year
“Ooh, let’s try this. If I do this, you do that.” And we would just do it.
I won an Emmy on a Sunday night, and Tuesday at 9:30 in the morning, I was showing butt crack walking down the street. But the transition was frighteningly easy. Jim [Carrey] and I had met a couple times in the months leading up to [production], but we hadn’t done anything, so we just started shooting. Jim would just go, “Ooh, let’s try this. If I do this, you do that.” And we would just do it.
From The Guardian, February 23, 2020
and welcome those who never arrived
Sometimes the good ain’t best enough
Yesterday a mustard green grower told me that his greens were spicy raw but not when cooked.
My Grandmother Daffron could not eat mustard greens. They gave her a rash.
By direction of the Paper Control
Someone I follow on Twitter retweeted from @Every3Minutes, the approximate regularity of American slave sales, exchanges, family divisions, and a host of other atrocities. I checked out @Every3Minutes, followed and asked for updates. The events described are heart-rending. What drives home the regularity of the crimes is that a tweet is released every three minutes. If one follows @Every3Minutes and requests notification of new tweets, a notification appears on your screen every three minutes. I will have to turn off notifications, probably tomorrow, but I see the purpose of the schedule. A recipient becomes overwhelmed by the relentlessness of human trafficking. Sobering. Have a look. Give it a try.