I've said it before, and it's still true.

I love all my friends who put themselves through hell because that's where the people that need them are. EMTs, doctors, hospice workers, warriors, social workers, psychologists, among many others, all of you. I love you guys and appreciate you.

This is because of a gchat from a friend who just went through one of those very un-fun bits that you go through when your job involves trying to save people's lives and you don't always succeed.

There's a bunch of you who've got jobs like that.

Thanks.

Super Soakers

Super Soakers don't look like real firearms, because that would be stupid.  But the battery-operated ones do look like Warhammer 40,000 bolters.   Unfortunately, they're not quite powerful enough to hit a raccoon on a fire escape three stories above the ground.

 

I am married to a woman who says things like, "On your way back from the grocery store, pick up a Super Soaker to see if we can't squirt the raccoon."

 

Not because she imagines that it would make the beast move on.  Just because she thinks it would be funny.

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