Jesus died for our sins, but he didn’t stay dead.

So, uhm, Jesus had a three day weekend rest for our sins?

If you die but you come back, it’s not at all the same as dying *for real*, after all.

I guess it all reads better as metaphor anyhow. Who cares whether there was an actual historical dude named “Jesus”, in the end. Even if he was an inspired work of fiction, things would be a whole lot better if folks followed the teachings ascribed to him. Alas, most people who claim to be Christian only give lip service to the teachings.

— Badtux the Irreverent Penguin

John McCain, 1936-2018

John McCain dead at age 81, the day after his family announced they were ceasing medical treatment.

Senator John McCain was a bridge back to the Republican Party of Barry Goldwater, a bridge back to a Republican Party comprised of men of principle who differed from the Democrats insofar as methods went, not about the overall goal of a more prosperous nation and a more prosperous populace. In his later years he pandered to the extremists in his party far too much in an attempt to maintain his relevance, but he still had that core of decency missing from far too many Republicans today.

I can’t say I agreed with McCain about much of anything, but I respected him. That’s something that’s not true of most of today’s Republican clown posse.

– Badtux the Obituaries Penguin

This is an actual email that I received from U-Haul (clicken to embiggen):

Uhm, yeah. Burning Man has become so mainstream that even U-Haul knows about it… LOL.

Oh, I cancelled the reservation for the truck. It was to haul stuff from my old house to the new one, but I sold the stuff instead. I am now in the new place and in unpacking hell. How did all these boxes of stuff fit in the old place? And how do I make their contents fit in the new place?! And this isn’t even including the half a truckload of junk that got hauled off to the landfill!

– Badtux the Moved Penguin


So one of my office-mates was new to the United States from China back in the 1990’s. He didn’t know Aretha Franklin from Benjamin Franklin, and there was a trade show in New Orleans and the person he was with says, “Oh, Aretha Franklin is in town at the House of Blues! Let’s go!” And he says “Who?”

It was a night he still remembers, all these years later. “She had such a BIG voice!” he exclaims, hands sweeping wide. “I didn’t know someone could sing so BIG!”

That she did. That she did. Even at the age of 73, in the video above.

Aretha Franklin, R.I.P.

– Badtux the Music Penguin

And this is a stupid comparison.

You choose to become a nun as an adult. You’re required to go to seminary school — to *pay* to become a nun — and do an internship to make sure you actually want to become a nun. You can choose to *not* be a nun at any point in time without any repercussion — even if you’ve been a nun for years. You’re not ostracized by your community if you decide being a nun isn’t for you. You’re not disowned by your family if you decide being a nun isn’t for you. It’s a choice, 100% your choice. You aren’t even forced to wear “traditional” garb in most religious orders anymore, you have to *choose* to wear the “traditional” garb.

The same is not true of being a Muslim girl in many parts of the world. You’re born into a Muslim family. You can’t stop being Muslim because then you’ll be disowned by your family and ostracized by your community. You can’t stop wearing hijab because, again, you’ll be disowned by your family and ostracized by your community. It’s not a choice you make voluntarily as a Muslim girl, it’s a choice forced upon you by your family and community and, in some places like Saudi Arabia, by the religious police.

To compare the two as if they are equivalent is insulting and ridiculous. Yes, there are women who decide as an adult to convert to Islam and wear hijab. But in most majority-Islamic countries, they are an almost vanishingly small minority.

– Badtux the Comparisons Penguin

Tomorrow is the big day where I hand over a huge check and get the keys to the new place. Then next week the movers arrive to actually move me.

In the meantime, I just bought a cat tent for my cat to hang out in while the movers are doing their moving thing.

A cat tent.

A tent. For a cat. Made out of mesh. So he can hang out watching us move, without getting underfoot or running out in traffic or anything.

Am I pussy whipped, or what?!

– Badtux the Cat-owned Penguin

I done been gentrified!

You may have noticed that I’ve not been around recently, other than quick hits on Twitter. There’s a reason for that: I’ve been gentrified.

There is a “For Sale” sign in the front yard of this duplex now, and I received a 60 day notice to vacate so the owner can cash in. He bought the place for $93,000 in 1983, and he has listed it for $1.45 million dollars. No. That isn’t a typo. $1.45 *MILLION* dollars.

That’s how crazy the housing market is here in the Silly Cone Valley. This place hasn’t really been updated since it was built in 1962, and is just your bog standard 2 bedroom duplex. But tech millionaires are buying these things up for astounding amounts of money, then refurbishing them and renting them out for $4,000 per month. Wow.

For the other part: Why am I being evicted rather than carried over as a tenant? Well, blame California law. California law says that to show a house for sale, you have to give 120 days notice. *But*, to evict someone, you only have to give 60 days notice. Say wha? Since when does that make sense?! But that’s the way California law reads right now — it basically forces sellers to evict if they want to be able to sell within any reasonable amount of time. SIGH.

Oh yeah — already found another place to live. More expensive, of course. Sigh. But I’m busy packing now. I’ve been living here for 8 years. I can’t believe how much crap has accumulated over the course of those eight years….

— Badtux the Gentrified Penguin