Tuesday.

It's Tuesday.

Jul 30, 2019

Today’s Featured Pet is Sansa.

Sansa’s human companion, Nicole, reports: “Sansa is a 3.5 year old North American Cuddlewolf, who believes her job is to be in the same room with me at all times.”

“She enjoys a good stretch.”

“And is currently working hard on her angles. She is my treasure.”

Thank you, Sansa and Nicole!

This piece is very upsetting and hard to read so it’s nice to break it up with a barking fucking laugh at this horrible man getting fully ethered by his own mom, like the piece of shit he is:

Dershowitz describes his early life as an ideal preparation for conflict. He grew up in an Orthodox Jewish household in Borough Park, Brooklyn, and has written that he often got into fights with Italian kids in the neighborhood, “though I don’t recall getting anything worse than a few deep cuts, several broken teeth, and one concussion.” (His mother, Claire Dershowitz, disputed this account, telling the Washington Post, “The only time his tooth was knocked out was when he played tennis.”)

HAVE YOU SEEN LIZZO’S TINY DESK CONCERT????

It’s somehow even better than advertised.

ah, the parenting column, never dull:

Dear Care and Feeding,
My boyfriend and I are in a long-term, committed, loving relationship that is moving toward marriage and building a family together. We talk about having children together and are both excited about our future. Recently, he and I were hanging out with his infant nephew, and (as many people do) I began talking to the adorable baby in “baby talk.” My voice became high-pitched, I used cutesy versions of normal words, you know. My boyfriend said he hated my baby voice! He talks to babies in a normal tone of voice, which I find endearing in its own way, but also kind of weird? I know baby voices can be viscerally annoying sometimes, but I just can’t help it! I have to talk to babies in a baby voice!
My question is: Will he still find my baby voice annoying when we have our own babies? Will I be doomed to either annoy my partner or talk to babies in a normal, robotic adult tone of voice? Is it always annoying to use a baby voice when talking to babies?
—Baby Voice

heh heh heh nice fuckin try recruiter:

I was in the awesome position of interviewing for two roles through recruitment agencies and receiving offers for both. Both roles were aware that I had another strong offer on the table, and negotiations started between myself and the two agencies.
As I was available immediately, both roles wanted me to start ASAP and had suggested start dates that were within a working week of the initial offer. Within a few days, I made my decision and I explained my choice in an email to the recruiter of the role I was turning down.
The recruiter wanted to discuss the matter further and I declined. He indicated by email he was upset that I was turning down the role so close to the start date.
A month later, I received an invoice from the accounting team of the recruitment team — no other communication — just an invoice made out to me for $50 for a background check they had completed. I responded to the accounts team saying that I believed this cost was for their client, and as I had no relationship with them, it wasn’t an invoice for me personally (assuming it had been mistakenly sent to me as the subject of the background check).
The next day, I received an email from the recruiter directly, who informed me that as I had behaved unprofessionally and without integrity, as an act of good faith I should pay this “insignificant amount” rather than ask the (very large international) agency to absorb it.
I wanted to write a strongly worded response about my ideas of professionalism, but I am going to sit on it for a day or two. Ironically, if he had emailed me and outlined his point of view earlier — without attacking me — I probably would have paid the invoice out of feelings of guilt/good faith.
So am I obliged to pay this? And if I’m not obliged, should I pay it to save face professionally?

this is GRIPPING, I promise:

Not long after the Bel-Air memorial, the terms of Carroll’s will emerged. Carroll had left his son Steve with “managerial and operational” responsibilities of the Rams and evenly distributed 30 percent ownership of the team among Steve and his two siblings, Daniel and Suzanne, and half-siblings, Chip and Lucia. But CR left the remaining 70 percent to Georgia. “Dad told me he was taking advantage of the widow’s tax exemption,” Steve told reporters. “He wanted Georgia to have the income and status but he wanted me to run the team.” But elsewhere in the will it stipulated that Steve would only maintain his managerial and operational position “as long as the successor trustee, in his discretion shall determine.” While Steve was put in charge of the day-to-day, Georgia retained ultimate control. The question was: would she choose to exercise it?

I worry so much about the youth athletes, and I hadn’t even known the basketball players are falling apart:

STAPLES CENTER FALLS graveyard silent and still, a sellout crowd staring at the rookie beneath the basket, surrounded by medical personnel. His eyes are wet with tears. His head coach tells him to stay strong. It's Oct. 28, 2014, the Lakers' regular-season opener and the NBA debut for Julius Randle, a 6-foot-9 forward and the Lakers' first first-round pick in seven years, a foundation of their post-Kobe Bryant future.
Midway through the fourth quarter, the 19-year-old had driven to the hoop, leaped ... and collapsed. Now, seconds stretch into eternity before his right leg is stabilized in an air cast and teammates load him onto a stretcher, which disappears into a tunnel. Randle's leg is broken. His rookie season is over, 14 NBA minutes after it began.
As Randle is wheeled away on that October night, Lakers head strength and conditioning coach Tim DiFrancesco sits at a high-top table inside the players' lounge adjoining the Lakers' locker room, studying the replay on a large flat-screen television. DiFrancesco notices that Randle's takeoff and landing appear normal, that he suffered no mid-air collision in between. There is no clear culprit. No explanation. Randle's leg simply snapped.

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