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Sunday opened with us enjoying a relatively late sleep-in; check-out was a luxurious noon. But we'd have got out by then anyway, since there was one of the precious few species gettogethers then, in this case birds. Neither of us is specifically a bird but bunnyhugger has got some interests in that line, particularly with a peacock kigurumi (not brought on this trip) and an ostrich puppet that was. We even, for a rare treat, unpinned both wings and worked it together, bunnyhugger doing the head and mouth and me doing the wings, for puppeteering that may not have been professional but that people loved. Especially since I way over-act when I'm puppeteering and so we had that subtle Swedish Chef thing where the head and the hands are trying to crack each other up.

After this we split up briefly. bunnyhugger wanted to go to the Furry Girlypops meeting, a creative/crafts panel for people with female gender. bunnyhugger was able to use the time to make a pair of those those cute little wristbands with the letter blocks and miscellaneous little figures, one with bunnies and one with a dragon. (Mostly. One of them fell apart as she was trying to tie it up, and she had to gather up the pieces to assemble later.)

And me, I went across the common area to the Wii Bowling contest. It turned out you had to sign up for this beforehand, so I couldn't compete. It didn't matter; I would have been preposterously outclassed in any case. I'm not a good bowler and I remember being a mediocre Wii Bowler, but the play I saw was staggering. There were people coming in third place in their quartet with a 180 (admittedly an extreme case, but still.)

This did give me a little more time on Quick and Crash, though, the only big arcade machine brought into the games room this year. Again for reasons of space they had only one room for all gaming, board and video, and Vix, figuring only one thing could be brought, brought the shooting game that lets you explode a coffee cup. (This is done by a Pepper's ghost illusion that is stunning in simplicity and success.) Vix did take a moment, separate from this, to say that he was hoping to have several pinball machines ready for future cons and probed whether bunnyhugger might be willing to consider --- OK, we're penciled in to run pinball tournaments then. Not sure if that'll be Motor City Furry Con or a future Michigan Anthro Weekend but either way is good.

Anyway. I'd had a little time Saturday to stop in and played some stunningly bad games. Quick and Crash is four stages of shooting --- shoot a stationary target; shoot two stationary targets; shoot a moving target; shoot two moving targets and then shoot the coffee cup --- and I was having a terrible time actually getting to the coffee cup. Sometimes I even failed to get through the third stage before running out of bullets. Which is doubly astounding because I had figured to stop and aim, you idiot and yet actually aiming didn't seem to help. Finally come Sunday in the rotation of people playing the game in the crowded back of the room I finally started hitting things, and even exploded the mug in a time that was terrible, but was at all.

Also from someone starting the game without meaning to, we got an answer to a small mystery: each stage will give you like ten seconds to take the light gun out of the holster --- signal for the stage beginning --- and then ten seconds after that to hit your target. Nice to know even if there's no real reason to know it.

For the pictures section of my blog today please consider a little more of Valleyfair[!] and a curiosity of its carousel.

Don't know that this was the lead horse, but it does have the PTC shield and is right in front of the chariot, so it's at least a plausible candidate for one.

I got unduly fascinated by this contraption around the upper rim of the carousel: it, and several like it, are arranged around the outside so that the top of the carousel is also supported by a metal O-ring running on wheels. I don't remember seeing something like this on any other carousel; I assume it's something to balance the ride in case everybody sits on one side, but then why isn't it done more? Or, if it turns out not to work well, why is it still done here?

Intersection of two roller coasters. The vertical one in back is Steel Venom, a Wicked Twister-class shuttle coaster. In front is Wild Thing, their hypercoaster.

Steel Venom near the top of one of its spires.

Despite being a roller coaster loading station some birds figured this was where they wanted to raise their young.

Front train of the Corkscrew, which Valleyfair[!] has had since 1980. It's a triple-loop ride, like the Corkscrew at Cedar Point installed in 1976.

Trivia: Mêng T'ien, leader of the army that built the first Great Wall of China, is recorded as having said he couldn't build the wall without cutting through the veins of the Earth, and so consulted feng shui experts (who were in turn likely consulting magnetic directions). Source: The Riddle of the Compass: The Invention that Changed the World, Amir D Aczel.

Currently Reading: Track Changes: A Literary History of Word Processing, Matthew G Kirschenbaum.

The early voting locations in Boston include the main library this weekend, so after we voted I renewed my library card, and checked out a book from my library "for later" list (which is separate from my hold list). The library website says renewing a card requires proof of a Massachusetts address, but the library clerk asked me for the PIN, then renewed the card without asking for any sort of ID. adrian_turtle points out that my "I voted" sticker was evidence that I live here.

The (English/Spanish bilingual)[1] ballot takes up three large cards, because there are nine ballot questions. As I voted, I was quietly saying things like "sure," "why not?" and "absolutely no" on the ballot questions, and "he has an opponent?" for a couple of the elected offices. I was carefully not saying any of the candidate's names, nor which question was "absolutely not," to avoid any risk of influencing someone inappropriately.

[1] When I checked in, the election worker asked if English/Spanish bilingual was OK, and I said yes. I don't know whether the ballots in other languages are bilingual, or if it's one language per ballot.

Our idea for Saturday evening at Michigan Anthro Weekend was loose but simple. They had a karaoke session that I would be happy to see and hear, and bunnyhugger might bear. bunnyhugger doing some suiting. There was a dance, 8 pm to midnight, that promised to be an explicitly adult space inviting more kink-friendly gear. That should take us through to bedtime.

And until then, there was hanging out at the outdoor pool area. This was actually in an enclosed courtyard, and while the pool was closed there were still benches and tables and seats and the not-open tiki bar. All weekend people were setting up DJ equipment and playing music and attracting modest crowds to hang out. This was a magnificent, just wonderful bonus activity and while the convention was just plain lucky that the weather was good for it, it still counts to take advantage of good luck. I'm pretty sure I'm going to keep thinking of MAW, at least as long as it's at this hotel, as the tiki bar hangout place.

Eventually the sun started setting, at like 3:35 pm like it does anymore, and we moved in to rest up, get bunnyhugger suited, and see what our evening turned into. This is when we discovered the dress she uses --- and has modified to go with the fursuit --- for Velveteen was missing. We searched the room, of course, and even my car, and could not square her clear and distinct memory of picking through all the fursuit things and bringing only the most essential, which of course, included the dress. Yes, we found the dress, neatly folded, on the bed when we got home where bunnyhugger presumably prepared it and then did not put it in the luggage.

With the choices of ``don't suit'' or ``find an alternate dress'' the only ones, bunnyhugger chose to find an alternate dress. Fortunately there's a Meijer's almost across the street from the hotel, so she went out on her own and searched. She was able to find a good enough dress, in pattern certainly even if it doesn't quite look old-timey-plush enough. She also realized she could use this chance to find some spooky knicknacks, to put atop the trophies she had to make for the Fear And Trembling pinball tournament set for Tuesday and that she hadn't started yet. This was actually more time-consuming, as the only things suitable for the trophy bases she wanted were some of the rubber rats the store had, and the selection was pretty well picked clean and she found the last three suitable rats in Meijer's.

To console herself and make up for me the time lost --- karaoke was far gone and we were losing time for the dance also --- bunnyhugger also got a couple drink cups, to get something from the freestyle pop machine. It turned out the machine had run out of the sugar-replacement sweetener, though, so all of the no-calorie drinks were out. (The machines work by, inkjet-printer-style, putting the selected mix of flavor agents and sweetener into the carbonated water stream, so if the sweetener goes out all the drinks relying on it go out at once.) She got Regular Coke and came back to the hotel room feeling right lousy.

It was after this and explaining this that she discovered she had forgotten to bring the balaclava that separates her head from the fursuit's head, and keeps her sweat from soaking into the hard-to-clean areas of the fursuit head. The choices would be ``don't suit'' or ``suit but get it sweaty''. We might have used a hotel towel as padding but all ours were damp, the result of there being nowhere to hang them to dry. (We had missed housecleaning services and rumor going around was that the hotel had run out of towels. We didn't interrogate that rumor, though.) Also she had a terrible time getting contact lenses in; I think one took twenty attempts before finally needing to be tossed, and another disappeared rather than go on the eye. Could happen anytime, but why now?

Also it transpired that she had left the rubber rats at the check-out counter in Meijer's, and all the time spent looking for those was lost.

So the remainder of the night --- a slice of the dance, mostly, which was only a little more risque than usual (mostly, more shirtless people) --- had a big climb uphill to overcome. It was all decent enough and bunnyhugger was even able to dance continuously longer than usual. And the Velveteen suit was well-received, everyone liking being looked at judgementally by a disappointed-looking old-timey plush rabbit. Lot of people wanted photographs with her.

We ended up not going out to dinner, as the slightly late buffet lunch, plus a box of bulk candy I'd brought for snacking, proved all we needed, and so we were able to get to bed not terribly late, considering. We'd have until noon, I think it was, to check out.

And now, back to our June amusement park trips; please enjoy more pictures of our big day at Valleyfair!

Just because Valleyfair has spent a half-century as a chain amusement park doesn't mean it can't have the occasional bit of landscaping and scenery and fountain, like this.

And here's the elevated swings ride, which as you can see goes up past the sun.

The antique carousel, which apparently was relocated from the Excelsior Amusement Park formerly here.

It is a Philadelphia Toboggan Company carousel, as you can see from the signs inside.

And here's the ride's control panel, census sheet, and scripts for various ride events.

And a clockface on the inside of the ride. Maybe at one point it was useful, like perhaps for timing rides?

Trivia: The first game of the October 1886 World's Series was the first one to be officiated by two umpires on the field: Honest John Kelly (chosen by lot) working the bases while Joe Quest and John McQuaid officiated behind the plate (Quest while Saint Louis [American Association] batted, McQuaid while Chicago [National League] did). Source: The Beer and Whiskey League: The Illustrated History of the American Association --- Baseball's Renegade Major League, David Nemec.

Currently Reading: Track Changes: A Literary History of Word Processing, Matthew G Kirschenbaum.

PS: What’s Going On In Flash Gordon? Why is this week all maps of Mongo? August – October 2026, for those who want a preview of next week's Thursday/Friday links.

I just saw my eye doctor, and the blurriness in my left eye is in fact because of the cornea problem that we've been tracking for several years. Dr. Lazzara wants me to see a cornea specialist, and someone will be calling on Monday to make an appointment.

In the meantime, the doctor suggested using the hypertonic saline solution twice a day in that eye, instead of only once in the morning (and only if I think of it within an hour of waking up).

ETA: check whether the appointment for next year is with Dr. Lazzara, and if so where--when I went to put it in my calendar I saw that it's a Wednesday. (It's also annoyingly early in the day, but everything else she offered was even earlier.)

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My second week of not trying to post something every day still came up pretty near every day, but in my defense, comic strip news broke out. So here's the past week's stuff from my humor blog, which includes a piece of insulting news for the guy who's been writing The Phantom all this century:

• MiSTed: All The King's Horses, Part 19: After The Lunch
• _The Phantom_ yanked away from Tony DePaul
• Statistics Saturday: Some Side Effects
• What's Going On In Mark Trail? Why is Mark Trail all about caves again? July - October 2026
• Vixen Park, S1 E8: Learning To Fox
• MiSTed: All The King's Horses, Part 20: FLASHBACK, Enterprized Edition

Now back to photos from our trip back in June. After The House On The Rock we got up to metro Minneapolis, and you know what that's got to mean:

Yes, it's Valleyfair[!] amusement park! The park whose late-70s purchase by Cedar Point was commemorated in the name Cedar Fair. We wanted to get to the park just in case new spinoff owner Enchanted Parks botched it so badly the park wouldn't last past this year.

Cedar Fair had the Peanuts merchandise license, and Minneapolis is of course a Peanuts-mad place naturally. We have no idea what's going to happen when Six Flags Cedar Fair rules that Valleyfair has to change away from this.

Did I mention that it was Valleyfair's 50th year in operation, just like Six Flags Great America's, seen earlier this trip?

Our first ride was Renegade, the bigger and newer wooden coaster.

Here's the Renegade train coming back to the station. The front of the train is remarkably open.

I like the Tom Slick-esque goofy cowboy pointing to the ride photos.

Sidewalk stamps! It's been a while since bunnyhugger was blogging about them regularly but it's still neat to encounter them.

Excalibur here is at the way end of the park, and you can see they wanted to theme it up by putting a sword in the stone for the ride sign, and then roped it off when probably too many kids were grabbing at it.

Front of the Excalibur train that wasn't in use. Note the old-fashioned Valleyfair! wordmark still including the exclamation point and you start to see how oh, maybe there was a whole medieval-y thing going in the park at one point? I can't find evidence that it really did, though, not without doing a duckduckgo search for "valleyfair history fan site".

You get to Excalibur and also a whitewater rapids ride by going through a tunnel beneath a road and I photograph that whenever we encounter it at a park.

While Cedar Fair and former Cedar Fair parks have Peanuts stuff, Valleyfair has more and better Peanuts stuff than I've seen at others. Like, here's Snoopy from his March 1969 trip to the Moon.

For example, I haven't seen a lineup of the Peanuts Gang characters at other parks. They get Franklin's first appearance wrong by ten years, though others are okay.

Trivia: New York City began distributing food packages to starving people in November 1930, giving (for those who made it through the lines) a weekly allotment of about forty pounds of groceries, adequate for a family of four. On Thanksgiving and Christmas the packages were supplemented with a holiday bird. On Passover Jewish people got an extra four-pound matzoh ration. Source: A Square Meal: A Culinary History of the Great Depression, Jane Ziegelman, Andrew Coe.

Currently Reading: Track Changes: A Literary History of Word Processing, Matthew G Kirschenbaum.

*Also found a thing in the garage and did a thing in my room and am feeling quite a lot of feelings about it, so we're not gonna talk about that one more until I actually decide what to do with them. Practice being bad at things, probably. Engage with the act of doing things for the sake of the act rather than the sake of the things.

There’s nothing quite like seeing this month getting dubbed "Black October".

tl;dr — unsurprisingly, folks are freaking out, with some good reason, over the growing deluge of severe security bugs being discovered via #AI. The fact that #eMudhra and #PHP2Shell became publicly known within hours of each other isn’t helping.

I'm sort of taking it in stride, mostly because it's been so horribly obvious for a while that this was coming. Most of the Internet is really badly written, vulnerabilities are rife, and with LLMs getting better extremely quickly it was inevitable that the script kiddies would start to realize the potential for lulz. (Criminals as well, of course -- but I suspect a fair fraction of this is just bored idiots causing trouble for fun.)

I'm concerned, but not doomstering to the degree some are. I think some sites will get slammed to the ground, especially ones that are poorly maintained. But this week (especially PHP2Shell, I think) has been a useful wakeup call that companies can no longer treat security as an optional expense line: if you want to run a business, you have to be dealing with this stuff.

In the long run, that's probably a good thing, and will hopefully help spread the clue of how to build software in responsible ways.

(Editorial: 90% of security is knowing how not to be gratuitously insecure in the first place -- including choosing the right tools. My fondness for the #Scala #Typelevel stack isn't just because it's fun to use: it's generally well-designed as well, and that at least reduces the attack surfaces.)

But in the meantime, yeah: it's a good time to make sure you have two-factor authentication on all your really important accounts, you've got strong passwords that are different for each site, and be conscious of the fact that pretty much anything online, anywhere, is subject to being hacked.

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skinnerhousebooks:

October is LGBTQIA+ History Month and as we fight for equitable and diverse queer futures in these challenging times, we can begin by understanding the diverse histories of those who came before us. We recomend Defiantly Joyful: Unitarian Universalist LGBTQIA+ Histories, edited by Diana K. McLean. It’s available wherever books are sold and from inSpirit: The UU Book and Gift Shop.

In honor of the 50th anniversary of the Stonewall Rebellion, the Unitarian Universalist Retired Ministers and Partners Association launched what would become the UU Rainbow History Project, convening two groundbreaking conferences and creating a digital archive to preserve LGBTQIA+ Unitarian Universalist history. Defiantly Joyful grows out of that important effort to honor and reckon with that history.

Edited by Diana K. McLean, this collection brings together personal stories from LGBTQIA+ Unitarian Universalists, both religious professionals and laypeople, across a wide spectrum of identities and experiences. Through personal essays, sermons, and archival materials, contributors share what it has meant to live, serve, and seek belonging within Unitarian Universalism. The stories captured here bear witness to moments of great courage, as Unitarian Universalists took faithful risks to further the cause of justice and inclusion—revealing moments of joy and transformation alongside struggle and harm. Taken together, they illuminate how Unitarian Universalism has both shaped and been shaped by LGBTQIA+ lives, capturing pivotal chapters in the movement’s history.

Rich with insight and anchored by a timeline of Unitarian Universalist LGBTQIA+ history more thorough than any previously available, Defiantly Joyful honors the trailblazers who came before while challenging and inspiring readers to consider the work still ahead and continue the fight. This history is still being written.

https://revlyncox.tumblr.com/post/831178400834174976

Saturday at Michigan Anthro Weekend would start not with the fursuit parade. Nor would it lead into one; the convention forewent that tradition possibly for fear of offending the hotel. They did, however, have everyone line up for a fursuiter group photograph and that was a chance for a parade in reverse, everyone walking past taking photographs as they spotted someone in a good outfit. That might be a good replacement, if they're not to have a parade. (I still admire that FurFright had two parades, one on Saturday and one on Sunday afternoon.)

bunnyhugger did not suit for this, and our evening would have gone differently if she had. But she had got up an hour before me to go to the Sketchbook Swap and came out having drawn some things she was kind-of happy with and collecting sketches that she was and is happy to see. We reunited at noon for the Lansing Furs Meet, our big chance to get to know what the local scene is like, as we have never really known where anyone is.

This was not a tightly-organized event. It was more an overpacked room --- one of the two rooms for panels would be overloaded at every event --- and trying to join the Lansing Furries Telegram Group. This should have been straightforward but I've been suffering some stupid problem where Telegram decided I'm a spammer so I can't actually post to most groups or talk to people who aren't mutual contacts. Ironically, this has forced me to spam their spambot-appeal, volunteer-services, and starting this week their media contact people because they refuse to answer or respond to my appeals.

No matter. The Lansing Furs Meet broke up into smaller blocks of people chatting after everyone joined the Telegram group. From this we learned where the main meetup is --- it's once every three weeks, at the Zap Zone that we keep thinking of seeing sometime and never do --- and also, incidentally, that Charlie Kirk is responsible for spoiling furry karaoke at our local hipster bar. The bar where we play pinball had been hosting a string of furry karaoke events, but shortly after Charlie Kirk died doing what he loved (seeing gun violence in schools), some creep came in and made threatening, weird comments trying to pick a fight at the bar. Since then they've had security screening at the evenings and in bigger events, and while that's relaxed somewhat in the year since, it added a layer of bother that got the furry karaoke people deciding it wasn't worth it. Good one, Chuck.

We figured to get lunch after this, and since bunnyhugger had spotted a good-looking Indian place across the highway we figured we could just walk there. This took us through the Car Meet in the ample parking lot outside, which was a fun event to walk through, us not being car people. Also we got to see a guy with a couple of remote-control cars, one of which was (I think) just a wolf(?) head on wheels, zipping around and attracting great acclaim. This was a fun scene to walk through; maybe we should do more car events just to be around that.

The Indian place turned out to be a buffet restaurant, and while we had got there less than an hour before they closed their lunch service (they took a couple hours off before dinner, as if they were a college dining hall or something) this was exactly what we needed for lunch. A lot of decent food, clearly marked vegetarian, for not much more than we'd have spent at Taco Bell or something. We would end up full enough we wouldn't even go out for dinner.

As we had dessert the place suddenly emptied out. We feared we had overstayed the lunch closing hour by an embarrassing margin. Turns out no, we were actually done, paid, and out before the closing hour. I guess the custom is just to give this place a margin. We set the place on our priority list for places to eat the rest of the weekend and then never got back there again.

Is this all there is to the House on the Rock? No. But this is all there is to my pictures of it, which I hope you have all enjoyed.

Even more carousel animals, or things purporting to be carousel animals. Bet you haven't seen many jaguars on carousels before, have you?

And another photograph of some of the animals on the wall, including a cowboy centaur(?) and a mermaid.

We're back to The Biggest Carousel in The World but this time from a higher level where we can look down on the angels!

The carousel is no less dizzying from up here. It just looks more like a toy.

And outside! We walked past but not into the Japanese garden because while it was no longer raining thunderously loud as earlier, it was still raining.

A last view before the gift shop, of, why not, Civil War-era cannon.

Trivia: Archaeologists have found locally-made tobacco pipes in Guangxi, in southern China, that date back to 1549. The plant would be grown in southeastern China within two more decades. Source: 1493: Uncovering the New World Columbus Created, Charles C Mann.

Currently Reading: The Chinese Typewriter: A History, Thomas S Mullaney. Oh hey, it tossed in a reference to The Straight Dope by Cecil Adams, and an essay writing (flippantly, as was the mode) about how you do type in Chinese.

The Internet is having a bad few days. One of the many recent security issues is a compromised certificate authority that -- get this -- used "4" as one of its keys. Some browsers including Firefox have applied mitigations, so I updated Firefox.

It came back pink and full of rounded corners and visual crap. That was unexpected.

I was able to fix the pink sprawl by installing a theme in the appearance settings, but even though the preview image showed square tabs, they were still oval. An oval has less usable space than a rectangle with the same height and width and for tabs that signal is the tab's identity -- Do Not Want.

I haven't been following Mozilla development stuff, but apparently there is some new UI framework or some such called "Nova" that, according to messages in this Mozilla support thread, is quite intentional and is going to be forced at some point. I don't know what Nova is and what other changes it's going to bring, but at least for now, you can turn it off by going to about:config and then setting browser.nova.enabled to false. A Mozilla rep said that's going to get removed, but at least for now this worked for me (after another restart).

I'm all for giving users more options including for shiny new things. Some new things are good for some people and bad for others. I guess some people think light gray text on white backgrounds is good too, given how often I encounter it. There's no one-size-fits-all approach, so you've got to give people choices. I'm disappointed that at a time when some of us would like to prevent Google and Apple from harvesting even more of our data, Firefox is not being an ally here.

I was just reading Anthropic's post about the way being an AI-maximalist company is affecting the workplace.

Along with that, I was recently reading The Economist talking about the way an AI boom might affect national finances: since most countries get most of their taxes from income tax, if lots of people get thrown out of work by AI, that's going to hit the tax take hard.

All of which is driving home that the standard AI-booster take on the economic effects of AI could be Just Plain Wrong.

They keep saying that AI will cause an endlessly booming economy, but that ignores the elephant in the room: the real economy depends on real people spending real money, y'know, buying stuff.

If those real people no longer have real jobs, they're not going to be buying so much.

And yes, there's the usual argument that society always adjusts to tech disruptions: in the long run, it leads to new, better jobs. But even taking that at face value, it usually ignores the fact that those changes take years, sometimes generations, to work their way through -- there's often a lot of pain along the way.

All of which is made worse by the omnipresent point that AI is wrecking the training process in many fields. The Anthropic article at the top explicitly calls out that yeah, they're hiring ever-fewer junior people, because you often need senior-level skills to use this stuff effectively. So there's a nasty risk of a seriously Lost Generation.

Of course, the AI Zillionaires make nice fluffy noises that "oh, money won't matter any more" and universal basic income and such. Suuuuure that'll work. All it takes is for the arch-capitalist class to surrender a very large fraction of their income, and we know how fond they are of doing that.

Put it all together, and this doesn't smell like a massive ongoing economic expansion. Quite the contrary: it sounds like the recipe for a Depression of truly epic scope.

Am I sure of this? Of course not: anyone who is sure about anything when it comes to our current borderline-Singularity is either overconfident or lying. I still think the likeliest outcome is that the AI Bubble pops and all of this slows down quite a bit.

But this scenario seems plausible enough to be concerning, and IMO much more plausible than the "free money for everyone!" nonsense being peddled by the hypesters.

Interesting times...

The Medicare Advantage plan I have this year isn't being offered next, so I need a drug plan (part D), Medigap, and maybe also dental insurance.

I have chosen and signed up for a drug plan, which was relatively easy because there are only two options with Kesimpta in their formularies.

I have a bunch of notes about Medigap plans. The next step is going to require calling an insurance company and asking discount applies; the Medicare.gov site lists the price of the plan I'm looking at with a 15%, 10%, or 5% discount. I'm in Massachusetts, so this is supplement 1A, and Medigap plans are "community rated," meaning the price doesn't depend on how healthy someone is. (The less expensive "basic" supplement doesn't cover as much.)

There's unrelated financial stuff that will also require me to talk to someone, but I have a bunch of hopefully useful notes there as well.

Just came across Kurzgesagt's take on the Hugging Face Incident.

Very doomerist in its editorial viewpoint -- they manage to make the whole thing look even more sinister than it really was, just in their choices of visuals, and they are very explicit that they think this bullshit needs to stop.

But nicely complete and AFAIK pretty accurate: more detailed than I've generally seen in the popular news, in a catchy 15 minute video.

El Sayed also very well explained why the popular pass time of insisting random Jews should declare their feelings about stuff halfway around the world is a bigoted practice but nobody seems to be making that connection.

American Jews being asked to sign a statement on Gaza in order to attend an education thing in Italy:
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Taking a break from Michigan Anthro Weekend a moment. Remember a couple weeks ago when we found that bunny_hugger's letterboxing signature stamp --- a hand-carved rubber block, a representation of a leaping rabbit and the philosophical symbol φ that she's had for decades --- was missing? And how heartbreaking this was, with the fear that it was lost somewhere we'd stopped for a letterbox and failed to pick it back up?

Well, we found it. One of the things we did last week --- ahead of a trip where we allotted time for letterboxing --- was make the serious effort to find where it might be. This on the assumption it was still in the house, a supposition I was willing to make but that bunny_hugger doubted. So we went back to basics: where had the bag of letterboxing supplies been? And what was in the vicinity of that? The leading suspect was by the craft supplies bin, which was so logical a place for the letterboxing supplies that we searched the whole thing and found a couple of stamps carved but never used, and also bunny_hugger's former signature stamp, one she hasn't seen in forever and three weeks.

So, the stamp --- which when last spotted was in a gallon-size plastic bag along with a collection of ink pads and stamp cleaning solution --- had to be somewhere else. Where's the logical spot? The card table that's collected all sorts of things to be sorted later? Logical but incorrect. Underneath the bed? ... Yes, it was indeed. So we were able to put the letterboxing bag in the car, for our trip (story about which is to come) confident that we'd be in great shape when we went looking for a box.

We did not make time to go looking for a letterbox. But this would be all right because, bunny_hugger discovered on our arriving home, that we had never done the step of putting the recovered signature stamp in the bag of letterboxing supplies. Arguably it is worse to not letterbox at all than to letterbox and find you forgot your signature stamp, but in this case, no, finding the box (if we did) and discovering the stamp was several hours' drive away would have been much worse.

We have not, as of this writing, lost the signature stamp.

Have you seen enough House on the Rock? It is impossible to see enough House on the Rock. See some more.

Horses. Lots of horses on the wall. This day made for an appreciable fraction of the total number of carousel animals I have seen in my entire life.

The upper levels of that second doll carousel. Yes, those are mannequins staring outward from the very top level.

Yes, some of those mannequins have unicorn heads for what I will tell you are very normal reasons.

Here's a look down the second doll carousel so you can see some of the many levels.

And one last look back up at the mostly human-headed figures on top and of course the cat centaur and I think that might be Pan on the right there?

OK. So, more horses and more dollhouses. And more to come!

Trivia: Johnson Space Center's Building 16 housed the Shuttle Avionics Integration Laboratory, a mockup of the Space Shuttle cockpit and payload bay, designated OV-095. They ran the same software as the operational vehicles, and were linked up with computers running simulations of the atmosphere, the engines, the aerodynamics and the equations of motion. Source: NASA's First Space Shuttle Astronaut Selection: Redefining the Right Stuff, David Shayler, Colin Burgess.

Currently Reading: The Chinese Typewriter: A History, Thomas S Mullaney.

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skinnerhousebooks:

Convocatoria de propuestas!

En nombre de Skinner House Books, los invitamos a presentar propuestas para una próxima colección de liturgias destinada a la comunidad unitaria universalista de habla hispana en todo el mundo. Ante la creciente demanda de recursos en español en nuestro movimiento, este esfuerzo busca ofrecer una colección esencial que resuene con la vida cultural y espiritual de los hispanohablantes.

Para más información: bit.ly/colecciondeliturgias

Deadline extended to December 1, 2026

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Interesting little article from Anthropic, talking about how work works inside the company.

I know that some folks will dismiss this as AI marketing fluff; if so, move along. But I found it an interesting and decently honest read.

It does enthuse about rising productivity per person, but mostly talks about how much work changes in an AI-maximalist organization, not all for the better.

It mentions several times what we’ve all expected: they’re finding less use for junior employees. They admit that’s a problem, and have no solution.

They also observe (as I expected) that jobs start focusing on babysitting all those agents: even the ICs become “managers”, just not for people. And everyone starts automating that in self-defense.

It’s not an entirely happy vision, and that’s why it’s interesting. If you want fodder for dystopian science fiction, it’s a good place to start…

Finally back to Michigan Anthro Weekend. I believe that at some point Friday we tried to get into the Dealers Den, but weren't able to because there was a heck of a line outside the room. We would get in eventually, although bunnyhugger would not a commission in her sketchbook from anyone there. (There wasn't a separate Artists Alley.) She did get some sketches, though, from a sketchbook-swap event that she went to sometime awful, I think early Saturday morning. So not all was lost.

Sometime in the afternoon we split up, with me having a loose idea of getting to ``A Guide To Grand Rapids'', a spoof informative panel. I ended up diverted to the ``Postfurry Party'' thanks to running into MYC and boyfriend and we joined the group that was talking about what the heck postfurry is and what it was about. Happens that I'm in a Discord with some of the original postfurry icons so was able to report that they were not forgotten, just held up as foundational figures of the movement. This also included doing an activity where people folded a paper into thirds and on one third drew the head of a character, on the next the middle, and on the last the legs and tail, without ever looking at what was on the other, passing pages around in a sort of Exquisite Corpse-style game and, yeah, that generated some plausible postfurry characters, figures with seven-eyed heads and appliance chests and an asymmetric set of legs, that kind of thing.

After that bunnyhugger and I found each other again and we went to the My Hoard Is Bigger Than Yours panel. We assumed this to be your basic dragons meet-and-greet, and there was a good concentration of dragons here. But it was more a matter of showcasing collections of easily portable things you might feel willing to trade or give away or pick up more of. That sort of thing. Tragically we didn't know about this or we'd have figured something --- bunnyhugger keeps meaning to bring some of her excess stickers to one of these --- but at least it gave us the chance to see this suiter who'd worked out how to do a (some kind of) trout. This with a head and gloves and a long, vertical fish tail strapped to their back. And a meme-ready hat, ``Fish Love Me - Men Fear Me''. Great outfit.

The dance came much earlier in the night than we expected; it ran 9 pm to midnight, and it went pretty nicely. Good crowd compared to the space available, and the music was more to my-and-bunnyhugger's liking than the usual, and bunnyhugger's Cerberus kigurumi, the only one she'd decided worth the trouble of bringing, was well-liked and even correctly identified by several people.

So, we got out of the dance around midnight, and had time to walk around the hotel and see a good number of people gathering in good, lively bunches, and we had a pretty good feeling. The convention was in surprisingly good order for its first performance, and we had not yet had a serious disappointment.

I know you think you've seen a lot of The House On The Rock but we're not done yet!

We couldn't test this out, but it's a whole coin-op symphony; look at all those instruments. If it works it has to be something unbelievable.

Pretty sure this is one of the Fleischer-era Superman cartoons.

And now we're on to scrimshaw, possibly even the real thing. It's stunning and a little unsettling to look at in any case.

And now to another doll carousel, this one, I think it was, seven layers tall.

Some of the dolls on this second carousel. Yes, I kept checking whether I was accidentally looking at the same one from a second angle.

More of the second carousel dolls, only one of which has passed out head-first in its egg and chips.

Trivia: In 1901, two-thirds of all American businesses with $10 million or more in capital were incorporated in New Jersey. Source: The Company: A Short History of a Revolutionary Idea, John Micklethwait and Adrian Wooldridge. The state had very loose incorporation laws and convenient ferry access to Manhattan. When Progressives took over the statehouse in Trenton and tightened things up so companies had to obey the occasional rule, the companies decamped to Delaware (and other loose states, but mostly Delaware).

Currently Reading: The Chinese Typewriter: A History, Thomas S Mullaney.

Still more days full of stuff so please enjoy a day full of House on the Rock pictures. Again, I'm sorry, I'll be back to narrative soonest possible.

The snack bar led to a short outdoor walk from which you can see the Infinity Room in all its bare outreach. I swear.

You also get nice views of rock scenery like this.

Ready to get back to more of a whole lot of building? All your gears and dials look in order? Because ...

This is the controls of several band organs grown together. It's only accident that it looks like it should be long to the movie Toys or possibly Metropolis.

And now to a tall miniature carousel, with something like seven decks of doll-size mounts and riders.

It's less mysterious where all these figures might have come from. But, on the lower level here, notice: a horse! You didn't see any in the pictures of the Big Carousel earlier.

More dolls, some of them animals, some riders, many just staring out at you.

And if some of the dolls have fallen over, well, you try going in endless rotation all day, okay?

Well, that's fun. Now on to a model circus, of course.

Model representing the Hagenbeck-Wallace Circus, which was itself a historically important circus but I didn't know anything about them until I looked it up just now. (Carl Hagenbeck was an animal trainer who pioneered rewards-based, rather than fear-based, training, and please do not inquire how he felt about the various human races.)

On the outskirts of the campground is this model of the .... Mustang Cyclone roller coaster? I can't find evidence of any roller coaster named Mustang Cyclone. Cyclone is dirt common but Mustang, remarkably, the Roller Coaster Database knows of only one and that opened this decade. Plausible ride, though.

Anyway, now on to Fairyland! Which sure looks like a Seven Dwarves situation.

Trivia: Though accepted into the Freemasons in November 1918, and a dues-paying member and lodge-attender, Paul Terry (1887 - 1971) never publicly acknowledged his membership and just how involved he was is unknown. Source: Terrytoons: The Story of Paul Terry and His Classic Cartoon Factory, W Gerald Hamonic, PhD.

tl;dr mostly very good, some really tough moments

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Happy birthday to me.

We bought several kinds of apple at the farmers market a couple of weeks ago, and have been trying them when we remember.

The cultivar we liked best is Ludacrisp. It's crisp, though not ridiculously so, and tasty and juicy. It will never be my favorite, but I'll probably buy it again, if there's nothing more tempting at the market. A middle-sized apple with red and gold peel. The vendor's sign said it was part Gala, and a website about the apple says that one parent was an apple called Sweet sixteen and the other is unknown.

Cordera wasn't bad, juicy and crisp, but bland. cattitude said it might be worth trying again some other year, in case this isn't a good year for this kind of apple.

Goldee was soft but not mushy, and too sweet for Cattitude. Adrian and I both thought it was OK, but I'd rather have Gala, and she'd rather have Golden delicious. I think it has Gala or Golden delicious in its ancestry, but a lot of kinds of apple have golden delicious as a parent or grandparent). I doubt we'll buy this again.

Snapdragon: no. My reaction was that it was either underripe, based on texture, or just not a good apple. Cattitude said "too much Empire or Red delicious in its ancestry."

We will probably buy apples of varieties we know we like, the next time we go to the farmers market, but I like trying new apples, and sometimes I really like an apple I've never had before. I think all four of these varieties are relatively new, rather than heirloom apples I'm not familiar with.

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Even though they are edible, someone
decided that dandelions are weeds, stragglers
to destroy, to uproot. But dandelions
never got the memo, never
thought to care. Busy instead
with dropping roots, flinging seeds, unfurling
shoots. And persistent in digging in that
taproot to depths of two or three average
adults end to end, the tiny yellow flower
survives.

You are no less resilient, reaching
both down to the strength that holds you,
and up, up to the light, out with your beauty.
And you know, having sunk your effort into
the cool, damp earth—that while dandelions
can be clipped and fought, uninvested
in anyone’s opinion they throw their
sparkling futures onto the wind, tomorrow tucked
into seeds, and grow all the way back, strong and bowing
at the very same time.

—Taraxacum

Rev. Julián Jamaica Soto
Spilling the Light

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Another day without time to write so please enjoy far more pictures of The House On The Rock, a very much of a place:

So you may ask where the House on the Rock got a sabretooth-tiger-taur figure, like, what carver ever made such a thing for them to possibly acquire. Yeah.

Anyway, here's a seahorse and a kiddie-size centauress.

I am genuinely impressed with the work on the camel and the painted dome above.

Zebra, tiger, and oh so very many lights. Can you imagine how much of their time has to be spent replacing burned-out bulbs? Or defective LEDs?

There's that double-hippocampus gondola again, plus, an elephant and an armless kiddie-size centauress.

And with a gryphon mid-stride and another small centauress we close out the visit to the carousel ... for now.

In the next room is this frightfully complicated organ that could also be the control room for a 1970s movie spaceship.

Here's some of the pipes that that organ controls (I believe; there's several controls around).

Got the time? I'm not actually sure I can reconstruct just where I was when I saw this.

I hardly need to explain the ... uh ... nude figure with tiger ... uh ... on a chain? Or something?

And obviously, there's no having a giant clock in a room of multiple giant organs if they're not going to have a row of basketballs.

And now, a moment of calm: a snack bar way off ... somewhere ... in the compound. Unfortunately not serving right now, but at least it was a chance to look at a normal amount of things, and dubiously true inspirational quotes, and go to the bathroom.

Trivia: The United States General Land Office, in its annual report of 1943, estimated the total amount of public lands given to railroads in exchange for construction was 131,350,534 acres. Source: The Story of American Railroads, Stewart H Holbrook. An 1884 estimate put it at 155,504,994 acres; among many explanations for the discrepancy is that land would be allocated but not actually granted for railroads that did not complete their lines. Anyway Holbrook's thesis is that this wasn't all that much land, considering how much mileage got tracked and how cheap the land was. The cost of relocating or confining or killing the people already living on the land was, of course, charged to the Army.

Just watched Good Luck, Have Fun, Don't Die, and holy crap that's a fascinating movie.

It's just as much a horror movie as a science-fiction one: expect quite a lot of both scary and creepy.

And I confess, I'm not sure the story actually holds together logically, but it's a time-travel story at its heart, and that provides quite a bit of leeway.

Anyway -- not an easy movie, but a far better one than it looks like at first glance. Recommended!

I apologize, to bunnyhugger most of all, but with things going on this weekend I haven't the time to continue writing up Michigan Anthro Weekend. We'll pick it up soon, I promise, but for now here's a bunch of House On The Rock pictures:

A little chamber music? We tried this one but unfortunately only the drums ever worked. The many, many string instruments and piano never kicked in.

Here's a music-box cylinder long enough to smooth a highway.

Violins, cellos, xylophones, tigers, drums, all the instruments are there!

One of the many carousel figures they have, or maybe two of them: a rare kangaroo. Not rideable, just set on a platform to the side without the sort of information to help you place it in context.

Then, on the ceiling, here's some angels.

Here's a rooster, set up in-between some drums, a cow, and ... uh ... a mail chute? Probably something that had to be there. Also there's a lot of horses on the wall there.

And now ... more carousel than you can imagine! If it is a carousel, given that it can't be ridden even in principle (almost none of the figures are strong enough for a person to ride).

The big carousel keeps on going, without ceasing, and it's a blend of both fast and under-lit so sorry, this is what you can hope for for picture quality. Note the rabbit with carrot four or five figures in.

And here's a two-bodied hippocampus gondola.

There's a Frog Prince in there somewhere. Also a pegasus unicorn.

And the rare centaur who isn't some Boer War general! I think!

So now on to the mermaid gondola.

Trivia: In 2015, thirteen Japanese restaurants in New York City had Michelin stars. Only two Chinese restaurants did. Source: Eight Flavors: The Untold Story of American Cuisine, Sarah Lohman.

Currently Reading: The Chinese Typewriter: A History, Thomas S Mullaney.

It's the first week since my humor blog reached a milestone and retired from guaranteeing a daily presence! How's that feel? ... Only a little smaller, really. Here's what's been published since this time a week ago:

• MiSTed: All The King's Horses, Part 18: Marrissa, The Pope, and The Other
• Statistics 5,000: To September and Beyond
• Statistics Saturday: Some Ominous Signs (Road)
• What's Going On In Gasoline Alley? Who's this Kevin Brogan guy? July - October 2026
• Vixen Park, S1 E7: I Fought The Fox (And The Fox Won)
• MiSTed: All The King's Horses, Part 19: After The Lunch

In The House On The Rock we're now into the maritime exhibit and you know where that has to be going, right? No? No, you just have to kind of experience it all. Here goes:

So here's the mouth of that whale, which you can see is like four flights up from the ground. I don't know how they keep this thing stable.

A copy of the Dayton Daily News about the Titanic sinking. I'm guessing this is one of the Wisconsin Daytons, but who can say for sure? (They also have, deeper into the exhibits, a large replica of the Titanic.)

And then a much less interesting news day: the Cunard lines' on-ship newspaper for October 6, 1961.

I would have expected the Gaymer's Cyder to be lit in much more annoying colors.

View of the whale and kraken from above. I think this is a floor higher than bunnyhugger felt comfortable going; the uppermost floor feels flimsier than the others.

On to a new room! Here's a bunch of marionettes, including one of Charlie Chaplin's Little Tramp and ... is that a Sleestack in the center?

A bunch of Burma-Shave limericks. I imagine these are reproductions, although the rust and bullet holes in the second poem are suggestive of authenticity.

And then here were some pillars filled with cameras. THese were all labelled so for a rare moment we knew what the heck it was we were looking at. It was cameras.

More musical instruments. I also really like the music-notation Dalmatian on the left.

But how about a disco-ball Late 50s Car?

With this sign we see a promised return to musical machines.

OK, so they're musical machines and gnomes, but still, musical machines are part of it.

Trivia: In February 1934 Powel Crosley Jr, as part of a syndicate to buy the Cin[...]ti Reds baseball team, paid $240,000 to buy 3,200 of the 6,000 shares in the team, and a two-year option to buy a controlling share. Source: Crosley: Two Brothers and Business empire that Transformed the Nation, Rusty McClure with David Stern and Michael A Banks.

Currently Reading: The Chinese Typewriter: A History, Thomas S Mullaney.

Fascinating post from Anthropic.

tl;dr — since they’re seriously #AI-maximalist over there, with nigh-infinite quotas, they’ve gotten to the point where they’re trying to juggle on the order of 30 thousand code changes per day.

Turns out that git turned into an enormous bottleneck for that, so they gave up and wrote a new agent-focused source control system, Scion; this gives a brief overview of the architecture.

It’s explicitly only relevant at that kind of scale, but it’s an interesting read.

But I’m horribly amused at the way the article makes it sound like server-centric source control is a radical innovation, having been through several of those before git was invented…

Our Michigan Anthro Weekend experience opened with getting a great parking spot in front of the Sheraton, hours before we'd be able to check in, and looking for the prereg badge pickup line. This line turned out to be quite long, stretching down a hallway, across the edge of the lobby, and down the hallway past the swimming pool. Also there was a swimming pool, leading bunnyhugger to regret not packing our bathing suits. Besides being long the line was also slow-moving, with no advancement worth anything the first ten or fifteen minutes we were there, long enough to make me worry we were completely lost. Not so, turns out; it was just really, really slow.

We don't know why. MYC, a rabbit I know from Mastodon and bunnyhugger from bunny panels at Morphicon/Anthrohio, caught up with us in line --- he and I had agreed to meet up if we got the chance --- told us the line had been as long, and as slow, the previous night when he and his emotional support boyfriend got their badges. (They live too nearby for getting a room to make the slightest sense.) At least some of the delay may have been Opening Ceremonies, which we missed by being in line. Possibly they wanted the registration people on-stage for what I'm told was a quick ten minutes not really announcing much.

Meanwhile we got our first views, along the hallway, of big, faded black-and-white photos of what we took to be the hotel's opening celebration, including things like someone tying a key to a balloon, a procession of guys wheeling boxes in, and Bugs Bunny in front of the Marriot sign. Also I guess the hotel used to be a Marriot? Also I guess Marriot used to have the Looney Tunes character license? I'm genuinely curious if this was around when Marriot still owned the Great America amusement parks. The pictures are all undated, so all we have to go by is people's fashions, which since they're mostly a bunch of middle-aged men in suits makes the task hopeless. (Even tie width won't help, how often are Western Michigan Suit People replacing their ties? In the 70s or 80s?)

But we eventually got to the badge pickup, a table with a pair of machines in the coat-check room, which is my first suspect for why the line was moving so slowly. And once we'd given our bona fides they printed out stickers with our names and badge numbers and species to adhere to the solid plastic con badges. This is my second suspect for the line's slowness; while the printing-out and sticking-on didn't take any longer than, like, I took putting my wallet back in my pocket it just takes one printer glitch to grind everything to a halt.

With badges in hand on lanyards around our necks we found the Main Events space because we were late for the first post-Opening event: a talent show! Which was all right because the talent show was running late too, owing to the usual problems of everything is problems. There were people performing, vamping by singing (eg) ``For Forever'' from Dear Evan Hansen, before the tech crew worked out some problems, the house lights dimmed and the stage lights brightened, and the host started calling volunteers up. A singer, then a comedian who failed to turn up, possibly because they misunderstood the timing or something. Someone with impossible courage reading their poetry, a feat we admire. Another comedian who did one of those bits where they just talk off the top of their head, which did let them work in a couple of comic poems that were composed in the moments they had to write up. And then a couple of singers, in fact, the same ones who'd been vamping when we were on stage. So we got a second round of (I forget this song) and then ``For Forever''.

We took advantage of the excellent weather --- sunny, warm almost but not to the point of being hot --- which we'd get all weekend to go to a Qdoba for lunch and sit at the tables outside to eat possibly more burrito than we required. I stand by the decision anyway. And then, finally, it was late enough in the day we could check in to a room on the top floor of the hotel.

Now please enjoy a little more of The House On The Rock and one of its famous things that aren't exactly what they seem to be ...

The Phelps Car, one of those funny early-20th-century attempts at making a working automobile. ... Or is it? Because this particular model was made from an old carriage and some motorcycle parts, in modern times.

But here's the advertisement for the Phelps Car that looks more or less legitimate, at least. It was part of the Massachusetts automobile industry.

And now ... here's that gigantic whale-versus-kraken fight I promised you! It's a still, but huge, figure. You can see bunnyhugger's head in the lower right for some sense of scale.

You get a lot of whale. There's fewer good views of the kraken, based on my photographs.

Oh, but here's an almost inevitable coin-op band box by the scene.

We didn't have the chance to try it out but that's how the guitar gets strummed.

Trivia: January 1, 4713 BCE, the start of the Julian epoch of dating, was about four weeks before the winter solstice, which (on the proleptic Julian calendar) was around the end of January at that time. Source: Marking Time: The Epic Quest to Invent the Perfect Calendar, Duncan Steel. On the proleptic Gregorian calendar, the date labelled January 1, 4713 BCE was about a week after the winter solstice.

Currently Reading: The Chinese Typewriter: A History, Thomas S Mullaney. I'm being slow reading this --- lack of time, mostly --- but it is a really good book. You know it's going to be a good technological history when it asks, like, what does it mean to be a typewriter? And why is a typewriter for Chinese a desirable thing?

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I am in Provincetown for a collegial meeting this week. Our meeting isn’t at the church, but we did stop by to say hi.

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