My husband emailed me this with “cybermen??” in the subject line.

I really enjoy Caity Weaver’s Thatz Not Okay column, and the people who wrote in this week are garbage nightmare monsters and Caity TELLS THEM:

The first hint that this matter is not worth getting upset over is the fact that “I recently turned 28” is the most boring possible opening for an anecdote—even worse than “I was on my way to the post office.” There is no sentence that will be improved by tacking “I recently turned 28” onto the beginning of it. It wasn’t even interesting when Benjamin Button turned 28. No one cares about people who are 28, as evidenced by your family’s behavior.

“Damn straight.” – an unrepentant sitter

Karen Carpenter’s isolated vocal tracks reveal a really lovely, lovely voice.

I am not linking to the Washington Post.

I’m reading this fascinating and depressing book by Su Meck about her amnesia, and this interview with Diane Rehm gets to most of it:

REHM

Sure.

MECK

…family photos and such. And he said that I looked at one and I was like, oh, that’s me, you know, in the photograph. And he’s like, you know, yeah, that’s you.

REHM

He was very encouraged to see that you recognized you.

MECK

You know, myself. But even at that time there were, you know, I still didn’t — you say, you know, I was with my husband and my kids were there, but it was still like I didn’t really know who they were. I didn’t really understand the concept that he was a husband and these were my children and I was a mother. I mean, those concepts are things that I didn’t understand for a long time.

REHM

11:16:40

How long did you have help with those children?

MECK

11:16:46

Well, I didn’t really have help. We had one woman that came in for a brief time, right when I got home, but didn’t stay around for very long. And, so, yeah, it was basically me and the boys. And I don’t know what we did during the day.

REHM

You don’t know how you took care of them.

Rusty Foster said we should read this, even though it’s about basketball and computer games about baseball, and he’s usually right about things, even though I do not understand any of it.

Did you know there was an out gay black baseball player in the 1970s?

Numbers can’t possibly begin to explain how a tremendously talented athlete would eventually be sidelined by vicious institutional homophobia. After coming out to his teammates and managers in 1978, Burke was reportedly offered $75,000 by Dodgers Vice President Al Campanis to enter into a sham marriage. When turning down the offer—more than $312,000 in today’s money—Burke wittily replied, “I guess you mean to a woman.” Unfortunately, Glenn Burke’s fearlessness would lead to his exile from Los Angeles: That same year, he was traded to Oakland.