The judge gets to decide the sentence here.

He’s most likely referring to Juror #2 who, iirc, is a man who follows Trump on Truth Social and also watches Fox ‘News’.

At this point, I would love again like to publicly apologize to Juror #2 for the aspersions I cast on his character during the trial. I’m sorry, dude; you looked at the evidence and went where it led you.

Asylum in Russia.

He also implied he would be a one-term president and turn the reins over to someone younger. I’m so fucking sick of old, white men!

Jam is mashed, preserves have chunks of fruit. With some fruits it’s hard to leave large china during processing (like raspberries, which break easily when properly ripe), at which point raspberry preserves might have less sugar then raspberry jam.

That’s been obvious since the beginning.

quelle surprise …

They’re actually assessing how much of an outcry there’ll be, so they know how sharp the inevitable slap on the wrist should look.

Were you doing this from the same IP address? Cause some places check for that kind of thing.

The New York Times did an article on it last fall. Here’s a non-paywalled copy of the article or, if you prefer audio, here’s the episode of The Daily where they discuss it.

I still mask up when I go into stores or offices or whatever. Got all my boosters, too.

Sadly, no:

Bakers, bakeries and bakers shops were required by law only to sell their ‘national loaves’ when they were a day old because stale bread did not cut to waste like fresh bread. Source

[If you can find it, the BBC Timeshift episode ‘Bread: A Loaf Affair’ mentions this along with a surprisingly interesting modern-ish history of bread in the UK. It’s narrated by Tom Baker.]

And WWII.

In the UK, bakers were forbidden from selling bread on the day it was baked, in order to make it more stale and reduce demand.

Beautiful!

So it worked and he gave it to you, and when it arrived at your place it no longer worked? I’d try checking that all the internal cables are connected properly; one of them may have jostled loose in the journey.

Are you getting any POST codes?

This isn’t really about Swift. It’s about Elon Musk, and Clarence Thomas, and Donald Trump, and all the other corrupt narcissists who don’t want you to know what they’re up to.

I went to a party that lasted all weekend. We weren’t drinking or anything else, so I want to emphasize I did all this to myself, completely sober:

We were tossing lightsticks back and forth in the dark; I was barefoot. I leaped up to catch a lightstick; when I came down, my right foot landed fully on some kind of spiny, prickly, thorny plant, and I got a bunch of the pointy spiny bits embedded into the sole of my foot. This was particularly ironic, as I had made a point of pointing out the plant to everyone else earlier and telling them to avoid it.

The toilet backed up and I had to clear it with a plunger that had a broken handle. I cleared the toilet, and also managed to flay about a fifth of the skin off the palm of my right hand.

I slipped on the stairs and wrenched my back pretty badly. The dog ran underfoot and I sprained my left ankle. Something else happened, I don’t even remember what, and I injured my right hip.

The worst part was that I had driven myself and a group of friends to this party, which meant I had to be the one who drove us back: my car had a manual transmission and no one else knew how to drive stick. So envision this:

My right foot, with the spikes still in it, was used for the gas and the brake. My left foot, with the sprained ankle, had to delicately balance the clutch as we drove up and down these narrow back hills. There was no way to balance my weight on my injured right hip, so every movement on the gas or clutch put some torque on the hip - as well as twisting my injured back. And I had to shift with my right hand wrapped like a mummy’s, but the shifting pressure was still on the part of my hand with the flap of skin. And the roads just kept jostling every single injury I had.

It was an incredibly, insanely painful drive home. And it was still one of the best parties I’ve ever been to.

I’ve been saying for years that the insanely heavy-handed politics of both Florida and Texas aren’t an accident nor are they a miscalculation. They’re a deliberate policy to drive out liberals, attract conservatives, and ensure that both Florida and Texas (and their precious, precious electoral college votes) remain red.