Apparently, the case for doing work while both Gmail and Entourage are open, gChat and AOL Instant Messenger are plinking away, my Tumblr dashboard auto-refreshes in the background, and iTunes plays through the wifi office speakers; which is the default state of affairs around here.
… I recommend you read the first part of section III of Scalia’s majority decision, which I quote below, minus citations:
Like most rights, the right secured by the Second Amendment is not unlimited. From Blackstone through the 19th-century cases, commentators and courts routinely explained that the right was not a right to keep and carry any weapon whatsoever in any manner whatsoever and for whatever purpose. . . . [N]othing in our opinion should be taken to cast doubt on longstanding prohibitions on the possession of firearms by felons and the mentally ill, or laws forbidding the carrying of firearms in sensitive places such as schools and government buildings, or laws imposing conditions and qualifications on the commercial sale of arms.
The only thing this decision really does is prohibit an absolute ban on firearms or the limitation of access to them by their owners, which is what the District of Columbia did. All your favorite restrictions on gun purchases, such as background checks and waiting periods and age limitations and all that, are left untouched and remain perfectly Constitutional.
e·vite [i-vahyt] –verb. Archaic.
to avoid; shun.
( via the dictionary )
The only reason this came up is that somebody played it against me in Scrabulous, and I took issue. Next thing I’ll learn, I’m sure, is that “tumblr” is 13th century Old English for “illiterate octogenarian.”
One day, in your lifetime, Barack Obama’s face is going to be on money.
In a dream I had on Saturday night I wrote a sitcom pilot in which George Bush was the main character, a “Kramer” type who spoke mostly nonsense. He had a catchphrase — “Safe!” — which he shouted like a major league umpire on a close call at home plate, and which surfaced in response to some other character’s challenge to his most recent buffoonish statement. In my dream, this catchphrase was not just riproariously funny, it was a brilliant satirical mockery of Bush’s national security legacy.
When I woke up, I had no idea what the hell I was talking about.