Last year there was Scuppy. Now this.
Connecticut seems like a tough place to be a horse.
h/t to whateversusan on this one.
Actually there has been quite a bit of speculation — especially among the chiropractic community — about the effect of children’s backpacks on their spines. Or something.
So I’m not saying it’s not a problem. I’m just questioning whether the General Assembly needs to be involved.
But I do know who could help.
I’m going to reserve judgment.
I’m not going to call this the lunatic bill of the 2015 session. Not yet. There’s a lot I don’t understand about this, I’m sure. But it sounds like a Daryl Dixon and Sarah Palin blind date. (Unless you buy into the whole thing about Daryl maybe being gay.)
It does raise a bunch of questions, starting with: what predators are we talking about? We don’t — officially speaking — have mountain lions or wolves. Except in North Stonington. Black bears? You’re going to drop your bow and bust off a cap in a black bear? Zombies? Is this about zombies?
Anyway, I always thought the whole idea of bowhunting was to even the playing field, a little.
Lost in the glare of the holidays: The Great Italian Circus Fake Panda Scandal
From fascinating NYT story on defeating the psychology and branding of ISIS:
“I want to engage in a long-term conversation to understand a commonly held view of the psychological, emotional and cultural power of I.S. in terms of a diversity of audiences,” the general said. “They are drawing people to them in droves. There are I.S. T-shirts and mugs.”
Close to home, an “emotional support pig” was booted off a plane at Bradley.
But which is worse, a pig or a Mile High Club practitioner of self-love (on a Virgin flight, no less)? This man obviously misunderstood “Snakes on a Plane.”
She blazed through her first game
And then lost the lightning her second time out.
We cheered for her, all the way.