Requiescat in pace to my little writing buddy

Saturday morning, about 5AM, we were awakened by a yowl from our 14-year old Lynx Point Siamese cat, Frankie.  Those who know, know that he was affectionately known as the Lord High Preventer of Work, or LHPoW for short.  He’s the cat sitting on my desk in my current author picture on Amazon and at the back of my books.  And he spent a lot of time on that desk, “helping” me write.

As it turns out, he had a bad case of congestive heart failure and had thrown a blood clot that cut off circulation to his legs.  Though we got him to the emergency vet very quickly (we were there within 30 minutes), there really wasn’t anything they could do for him.  They gave him methadone to kill the pain and get him back to a comfort level where they could examine him better, but the conclusion was simply that his time had come, so we authorized euthanasia at around 6AM.

Needless to say, my wife and I are both in shock.  Frankie was fine Friday night when we went to bed; he jumped up and lay down on the pillow above my wife’s head as he has done for months.  And there was no indication after that of any problem until he started yowling several hours later and woke us up.

Frankie was something of a feral rescue.  I won’t say he was entirely feral but his mother was more or less feral and of course daddy cat was a traveling salesman.  We got him in 2009, when he was five weeks old, and our older cat, Tiggr (RIP) sort of became a mommy to him.  They were great friends until Tiggr passed away in 2015.  At any rate we always spoil our cats and Frankie was no exception to that rule.  And now he has left a paw-shaped hole in our hearts that will, eventually heal…but there will always be a scar there, just as there is for our other cats, Snoopy and Tiggr.

So the mantle of Lord High Preventer of Work now falls to its fourth holder, our void cat Tux.  The LHPoW is dead; long live the LHPoW.

Frankie, a couple of weeks ago, enjoying the high life.

Rest in peace, little buddy.  Your remembrance shall be for a blessing.

いや、うるさいよ!

For those who don’t read Japanese, the title of this post says, roughly, “No, shut the fuck up!”

And one could add,「バーカ!」(“Fool!”)

NO!

It’s time to stop freaking out about a fucking cold. Yes, there are small cohorts who should take sensible precautions; people who have pre-existing respiratory ailments, diabetes, etc., as we have been told over and over and over again.  But nobody who enjoys good health should be getting yet another dose of Pfizer Poison or Moderna Malicious, and the whole “stock up on tissues” is reminiscent of the run on toilet paper from February-March 2020.  The over the counter tests are useless in most cases; too high a rate of false positives (and the ones the government mailed out came here, at least, in freezing weather, so they were no good to begin with).

Honest to fucking shit, does ANYONE believe this crap anymore?

At least they left out masks.  Because the masks are worse than useless; they promote their own problems, particularly among those of us who already have respiratory issues.

Stop listening to “experts”.  They know nothing, they just have a perverse wish to control your lives as they cackle with glee at your gullibility.  Don’t let them have the satisfaction.

Speaking of commies…

I offer Jefferson Shreve, the alleged GOP candidate for Mayor of Indianapolis.

Alleged, because here’s his public safety policy in re: guns.

  • Raise the Minimum Age to Purchase All Firearms to 21 in Indianapolis
  • Ban Assault Weapons in Indianapolis
  • Restore the Requirement for a Permit to Carry a Concealed Firearm in Indianapolis
  • Pass a City-Wide Ordinance Prohibiting Discharge of a Firearm with Maximum Allowable Penalties

(Read the linked PDF for details and attempted justifications.)

The first has been thrown out by courts when imposed in other states (notably New Jersey, recently, if I recall correctly).  The second and the third are not something the city can do; we have this little thing called state preemption (see previous post).  Also the trifecta of Heller-McDonald-Bruen is controlling.  I mean…sure.  Waste taxpayer money trying to defend anti-2A legislation in the courts.  You won’t win.  And it will cost beaucoup money before it’s over.

The fourth may make sense only because there is already such an ordinance inside the “old” city limits and various other places in Marion County.  But before adding yet more law about such things is fruitless unless the old law was being enforced.  Was it?  I don’t know.

None of this smells like the GOP to me.  Indeed, I don’t see where there’s a dime’s worth of difference between Mr. Shreve and his opponent Joe Hogsett in this regard.  (Mr. Shreve thinks differently; he’s full of shit.)

I voted for this clown in the primary, but I won’t vote for him in the general.  Scratchity scratch.  Or write myself in like I did last time.

Stupid ass.  Stop penalizing law-abiding citizens for the offenses of a few bad actors.  And why not promise to clean up the gang-ridden parts of town, first?  That would go a long way toward stopping many of the shootings you profess to abhor.

 

Commies are as commies do

Apparently our dump-sh*t Communist-majority City-County Council passed an anti-gun ordinance yesterday despite state-level preemption.  This is per Abdul, to whom I haven’t been paying much attention lately because he seems to have turned into a massive RINO (in my honest opinion).  I just happened to look at his site this morning and this story was top of the page.

Although it won’t take one gun off the street, the Indianapolis City-County Council passed its version of gun control by a vote of 18-5.

The measure would eliminate permitless carry, assault-style weapons and raise the age to purchase a weapon.

City Councilor Ali Brown said she was fed up with stories regarding mass shootings. While Minority Leader Brian Mowery said, he had an opinion from the Attorney General’s office saying the city was not allowed to regulate firearms under state law.

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The legislation would only be able to go into effect if Indiana changed state law.

Earlier, the Council unanimously passed funding to hire three new attorneys to work with U.S. Attorney’s office on gun crimes.

<narrator voice> Indiana isn’t going to change its state law. </narrator voice>

The state legislature may be full to the gills with RINOs, but they’re not going to back down on permitless carry; they worked too hard to get it.

It’s not the first time the city has made itself look stupid by passing anti-gun ordinances that do not have any force of law.

I think I need to write another note to my communist councilman explaining how he and his buddies now look stupid for creating inoperative law for little more than the sake of grandstanding.

Also that apparently he hasn’t paid a lick of attention to the Trinity of Heller/McDonald/Bruen.

Edit to add:  The State of Indiana preempts “political subdivisions” (which includes, for instance, municipalities and counties) from regulating guns and ammunition in IN Code § 35-47-11.1-2 (2021).

Sec. 2. Except as provided in section 4 of this chapter, a political subdivision may not regulate:

(1) firearms, ammunition, and firearm accessories;

(2) the ownership, possession, carrying, transportation, registration, transfer, and storage of firearms, ammunition, and firearm accessories; and

(3) commerce in and taxation of firearms, firearm ammunition, and firearm accessories.

As added by P.L.152-2011, SEC.4.

As noted, there are some exceptions noted in section 4, but other than the right of an employer to force an employee to be unsafe by prohibiting carry at work, most of them are nothing any law-abiding citizen will ever have to worry about.  Others are the usual stupidity about no carry in buildings that contain courtrooms and suchlike.

I knew I did the right thing

Last November, I scratched the Indiana Senate race.  Because I would not vote for Todd Young, whom I believed (and still believe) to be a RINO and a NeverTrumper.

So tonight, according to WeRuinTV News, he says he’s not going to back Trump’s presidential candidacy.

So fuck him.  Can we get some real senators at some point?  Because Young is an asshole who needs to be gone.

Review: Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai

Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai青春ブタ野郎はバニーガール先輩の夢を見ない」is not at all what I thought it would be.  Which seems to be a common refrain.  I’m sure anyone looking at that title would assume with a sniff that it was just another sexy, fan-service-laden romcom.

Such a person would be wrong.  From Anime News Network:

Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai takes a supernatural look into the complexities of growing up in the modern age through a psychophysiological phenomenon known as the “puberty syndrome.”

Yep.  You read that right.  It’s an SF/F psychodrama wrapped in a cheesy title to make you think sexy stuff is going to happen.  Or whatever.  Of course there’s a love interest for the MC, but that’s at least partly because he’s practically the only one who can see her at first.  (I don’t think that’s much of a spoiler since all of the articles and synopses I’ve read of the first episode pretty much tell you that up front.)

There are five “arcs” in the 13 episodes so far.  (We’ve been promised a second season, but that will probably be a while showing up.)  The first arc concerns the promised bunny girl senpai, who has managed to place herself into a Schrödinger’s Cat situation.  The second arc is somewhat reminiscent of Groundhog Day, with a girl who is acting as a LaPlace’s Demon.  The third arc concerns a girl who has duplicated herself into what seems to be a split personality — but physically. The fourth arc is a “body swap” situation where the bunny girl and her younger half sister wake up in each others’ bodies.  Trust me, there’s a reason.  And there’s a fix.

The fifth arc…is about the MC’s sister, who has been in the anime from the beginning as a young girl who never leaves home because of a psychological trauma she suffered in elementary school*, and we finally learn more — a lot more — about her.

And I will be right the hell up front and tell you that if you do not ugly cry in the last episode, you are not a human being.  So have the tissues ready.  You’ll need them.  I do not believe I have cried like that since my father died, 20 years ago.

There is a light novel series on which this anime is based (written by Kamoshida Hajime, published by Yen Press, available via Amazon).  There is also a movie that apparently isn’t easy to find with an English translation.  I haven’t looked at either.

All in all, Rascal is an absorbing surprise.  The characters are well-drawn and (mostly) likeable — the red-headed girlfriend of the MC’s closest male friend is the exception, and you’ll wonder why he doesn’t dump her for the obvious replacement.  The pacing is about right.  I’ll give it 10/10.

(BTW, the closing title theme is so good, I bought the OST CD.)

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* According to the first light novel (I’ve decided I’m going to read them) Kaede (the MC’s sister) is fifteen, so, given that she’s been the way she is for two years, she was thirteen and probably a first-year in junior high when she suffered her trauma.  That is not at all the impression I got from the anime.