PBS and NPR have long been my go-to sources for news. Very much in the classic "who, what, when and where" vein. Editorial content is small, segregated and usually includes advocates for both sides. Blissfully boring and informative...
I spent much of this afternoon playing xNetHack[1] on Hardfought[2]. My first exposure was 30 years ago to a DOS port laboriously downloaded from a dial-up BBS. No web, no documentation, no wiki[3]. And I've loved every minute of it...
My introduction to jumping spiders was as a child on a long, boring drive in the back seat of a Buick. One emerged from somewhere down in the door and crawled onto the glass. When I moved closer it would back away. When I moved back it would follow me. When I tilted my head to get a better look it tilted in response. We kept this nonsense up for the rest of the trip...
When I was a kid my dad gave me his war surplus radio. He had been a communications officer in WWII. It was a huge metal box with a separate speaker. Inside it was full of tubes, wires and other stuff. I knew nothing about it so I turned it on, ran a wire outside for an antennae and started spinning dials and flipping switches. It kept me amused for years. Eventually I stumbled across actual broadcasts such as BBC and Radio Luxembourg. But the funniest was the English language Radio Moscow. It was filled with vignettes of happy working couples in their modern apartment living a fulfilling life in the Soviet Union. The stuff was risible to even a child in the 1950's...
I have my lynx set to accept all cookies (makes for far less bother) but somehow seem to have forgotten to tell lynx where to store them. Logout of the browser and "poof" they all disappear...
Mama Sally died when I was an infant but I have a studio photo of her. Parasol, large flowered bonnet and full length skirt. All very Edwardian from the early 1900's. As for the features, I look far more like her than my wife. Perhaps the trigger was my wife was a comforting female. She did quite a nice job of being a doting mother soothing an ailing 100 year old child...
My wife and I experienced this when my father died. We visited him hours before his death. He looked up at my wife, smiled and said "Mother, you came!" For the next while she sat beside him, rubbed his brow and engaged in small talk as his mother. When he fell asleep we left. He died during the night...