Events

I'm a little delayed getting today's Morning Butters Report out for a couple of reasons. First, Butters and Cassie tag-teamed me starting just before 6:30 am. First Cassie poked me, then Butters poked me when Cassie kicked her off the dog bed in my room. Then Cassie came back when Butters used her engineering skills to ensure Cassie couldn't pull that crap again: Last night, though, Butters showed me how much she cares about me—or how much she wanted another Greenie, it's unclear: Meanwhile, all the...

Even though I have a cute beagle hanging around my office this week, and even though I've had a lot to do at work (including a very exciting deployment today), the world keeps turning: The OAFPOTUS pardoned Binance founder Changpeng Zhao for the crime of running a massive money-laundering website, because of course Zhao bribed him. Brian Beutler thinks the OAFPOTUS's corruption has gotten too obvious for even his supporters to ignore, leading to "the things Democrats like to talk about and the things I...

I have mentioned how odd Butters can be. Part of her oddness seems to come from her being a little princess who craves comfort to the exclusion of propriety. Exhibit the first, this morning, less than a minute after I stripped my bed: I had to pick her up to get her to move. Exhibit the second, yesterday afternoon, rearranging the dog bed in my office for...reasons: Exhibit the third, last night, getting quite annoyed that Cassie has trouble respecting her personal space: The poor dear suffers so. 

It's late October, so the days are shorter. Then on Sunday, we get an extra hour of sleep at the cost of an hour of afternoon daylight. Which is all to say I ran out of time today doing actual work and taking meetings at odd times because the UK switched their clocks yesterday. And now I have to walk two dogs, feed two dogs, and run to rehearsal. More tomorrow.

I took the dramatic beagle and Cassie to Spiteful* yesterday afternoon. Butters got more pats than Cassie did. Perhaps it's this face? This afternoon we took a half-hour walk through the local park because the weather is absolutely perfect. Whenever I stopped to try to photograph the two dogs, they immediately went in separate directions, so this is the best I could do: The girls are now sunning themselves on my front porch, I'm up in my office coding away, and I've got chicken soup going in the slow...

I just got back from a 45-minute walk with Cassie, in which we covered 4.95 km (just over 3 miles) at a pace that Butters could never in a dog's age keep up for that long. According to my doorbell camera, Butters raised four objections to this at roughly 10-minute intervals, fortunately none of which lasted longer than 40 seconds. And she appeared to forgive me when we got back. We're now heading to Spiteful for a little while. All of us will go. It can take 20 minutes to get there if Butters so...

As I mentioned yesterday, the OAFPOTUS has illegally destroyed the East Wing of the White House, including the portico and everything right up to the original east entrance. This is part of his plan to build a ridiculous and unnecessary ballroom, funded by big-tech billionaires. The Post's architecture critic, Philip Kennicott, cannot hold back his revulsion: The leader as builder is an ancient idea, older than the Egyptian pyramids, older than the great public monuments of Rome, older than Emperor...

Butters has stayed at Château Punzun many times. And yet, I swear she's getting stranger, starting with this burrowing behavior: And her engineering: Why the dog bed needs folding over and rearranging, I have no idea. I keep flattening it after Butters leaves, and she keeps doing this. Of course, Cassie has opinions about me giving Butters attention: And Butters is definitely not a morning dog. After showering and getting dressed, with Cassie checking on my progress several times, it took two hands and...

We've got a houseguest again. She started off as dramatic as usual, clearly put out that her humans had left her with me: And yet, as soon as I put Cassie's harness on, Butters decided it's not so bad hanging out at Inner Drive Technology WHQ: Of course, having met this beagle before, I've rolled up a rug and closed a couple of doors. She has decided that my office is a good place to be, which works for me because I can see her. Regular doom posting will resume soon.

The OAFPOTUS today destroyed the East Wing of the White House, which he does not own. This reminded long-time observers of the time in 1980 when he destroyed historic frescoes that he promised not to destroy with the grace and maturity of a toddler. He has changed quite a bit since then, but unfortunately only through age-related dementia and probably myriad other cognitive problems we'll find out about 20 years from now. The constant firehose of awful things coming from him and his droogs also now...