What Impeachment Means to Me, An American

Although none of us really wants to watch these hearings, I think many of us should. It’s important. It matters. This is OUR country. It doesn’t belong to the squatters in the White House. We need them to know that.


Sorry, Republicans and Democrats, you don’t get to define what the impeachment inquiry means to me. You don’t get to tell me what to watch or who to listen to when the inquiry goes public today.

As an American living in a country constructed more than 240 years ago by a few brilliant men, I get to mentally digest what these government officials have to say about Donald J. Trump’s words and actions with respect to Ukraine and the upcoming 2020 presidential election campaign.

This privilege and responsibility of determining whether Trump’s latest gambit to secure re-election to the highest office in our government rises to the level of “high crimes and misdemeanors” is mine as well as my representatives in Congress.

Trust me, I will let them know how I feel once the hearings are completed. I won’t be bashful. I won’t pull any punches. In fact I might even…

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How Much Data Can Our Brains Store?

I need a bigger hard drive between my ears. Or maybe I don’t even need a brain. I would get into less trouble if my brain weren’t in the way.


Synapses are the workhorse of memory like a bit in a computer. With approximately 250 trillion synapses in our brains, we could store about 30 terabytes of data in our brain, or 30 trillion bytes. But signals from neurons at the synapse can vary in size.

Via – SciShow

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Gazing out of her bedroom window, she nothing that each feeder had two or three squirrels clinging to it and there were more of them on the deck and on the railing.

“This,” she said to herself, “Is ridiculous. How many of them ARE there?” She opened the window and yelled out the window, but the squirrels ignored her. They didn’t even twitch a tail.

So, barefoot and lacking eyeglasses, she trundled to the kitchen, opened the back door and yelled at the squirrels. There was a wild reaction as squirrels appeared from behind the rails, under the rails, under the deck, on and atop the feeders … and it turns out there were half a dozen chipmunks there, too.

One big one, the biggest, fattest, most hostile of the squirrel gang stood his ground. She finally opened the door and tried pushing him off the railing. That was when the cadre of apparently karate-trained squirrels came at her from every direction.

Only white bones were left on the deck, left for the sun to whiten and the heat of next summer to bleach. Alas, there will be no one to contract with the gutter installers on Friday.

The manager has been consumed by squirrels.

Why Do Corgi Mixes Always Look Like Corgis?

So do you like weiner dogs or Corgis? How about a Basset Hound? Humans have a real passion for short-legged dogs … and there are a lot of them just about everywhere. Here’s some science behind it!


Because corgis carry a dominant mutant gene called retrogene. It forms when the usual system for building proteins doesn’t go as intended.

Via – SciShow

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Kids. They don’t even know good music when they DO hear it. Who is this Justin Bieber kid?

Evil Squirrel's Nest

a box full of junk

It’s time for The Nest to help you randomly get over that imaginary hump in the calendar by bringing you another exciting edition of Random Image Inspiration!  This is the feature where my top secret random formula picks a photo off Google that I have to make a post out of.  It’s hard work, but no pain, no gain!  Let’s start with our weekly contribution from the Randomator…

10, 78, 74, 17

The 10th post in my Reader was this one by Marilyn

The 78th word in that post is “I”

The 74th word in that post is “days”

It is really strange how many seemingly random two word combinations this exercise spits out turn out to actually have a real world meaning.  Did you know there’s a music festival in Milano called “I Days?”  I didn’t… until just now!

Putting “i days” into Google Images brought this up as…

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The birds are slowly coming back. Slowly. I don’t know if more are going to show up. I’m particularly worried about the disappearance of the Mourning Doves. They don’t migrate. They live here year-round, but I haven’t seen one. But they are shy and it takes them a while to find their way to the seeds.

Meanwhile, there was quite a flurry of birds today. And here are some squared up pictures. Lots of lines. The entire feeder is all wire lines. The deck is also lines made from wood planks and posts.

Between the lines is lovely Lady Cardinal

But these two pictures are special because one is lovely Lady Cardinal. While Sir Cardinal is showier in his brilliant scarlet feathers, she is — in her own way — a gorgeous bird. Her colors are wonderful!

Pecking twixt the lines at the feeder, a Red-Bellied Woodpecker

And the second one is one of my all-time favorite birds, the Red-bellied Woodpecker.

FLIPPER WAS FLIPPANT – Marilyn Armstrong

FOWC with Fandango — Flippant

I am one of those animal weepers that cry at anything when an animal gets hurt, dies, or is just so cute I can’t stand it. I’m pretty sure I was the only woman who cried while watching Flipper. Each time he clapped those flappers I shed a few tears. Little did I know that those tears were not wasted.

Flipper and friends

My birds are back. The big birds have returned. There are some big gray birds with white stomachs that almost look like “generic” birds, but some have a hint of pink or red on their stomachs, so maybe they are off mating season robins?

We haven’t had many robins since Monsanto told everyone to poison the weeds — and thus kill all the robins. We used to have flocks of robins. They were probably our most common birds. Maybe ten years back, we had a plague of grubs in the front yard. One morning, about 100 robins came by. They ate every last grub. It took them two full days, but they were the fattest, happiest robins ever.

Ready to go!

The next year, Mr. Poison sprayed his weeds and the two sets of robins nesting on our back porch fell over their bright blue eggs and died.

Since then, there are been very few robins. Monsanto has a LOT to answer for. Now their midwestern storage tanks are exploding and the local people are saying, “Monsanto says we shouldn’t worry but the air is nearly black and everything is covered in slimy soot.” They are definitely worried.

We aren’t learning much and we sure aren’t learning fast.

Sea lions at the Central Park Zoo, New York

I’d rather think about Flippant Flipper on television or the charming sea lions at the Central Park Zoo. They had a big beach ball and they bounced it out into the audience — and there was always an audience for the sea lions.

We’d all scurry to get the ball and throw it back. Kind of the reverse of playing ball with your pup.