Time for a cute dog chaser, I think.
“Welcome to the future, folks. We don’t have flying cars, but at least the piss is free.”
“Voynich Code” possibly cracked:
The Language and Writing System of MS408 (Voynich) Explained
Gerard Cheshire
Faculty of Science, University of Bristol, Bristol, UK
https://www.tandfonline.com/doi/full/10.1080/02639904.2019.1599566
It’s a diary isn’t it?
“Had a note from Mr Cherry asking me when I can resume my paper round. I sent a note back to say that due to my mother’s desertion I am still in a mental state. This is true. I wore odd socks yesterday without knowing it. One was red and one was green. I must pull myself together. I could end up in a lunatic asylum.”
ETA: Having read the paper, seems plausible, if boringly prosaic.
I look forward to reading all the many papers published to demolish it and show conclusively that it’s actually written by aliens/ freemasons/ wiccans/ Lollards/ Albigensians/ Cathars/ insert mysterious group of choice. 
See, my Leatherman has a nice bonesaw in it for just such an occurrence! And, BTW, OUCH!!!
They do come in handy! From a depository of LM tales, here’s a good one:
TOOL TALE NO. 4,424
WHY I ALWAYS CARRY.
DAN D.
DILLINGHAM, ALASKA / USA
BLAST
A story of my original style leatherman - I don’t think they named them back then so chose Blast as it looks similar. In June 1990 I had recently started working for the Alaska Dept Fish and Game Division of Sport Fisheries in Dillingham after 10 years of work for ADFG in the Bering Sea and Aleutians crab and shellfish fisheries. I was getting trained to count salmon in small river tributaries of the Naknek River from a Cessna 185 airplane. This is low (500-600 feet) and slow flying, zigging and zagging over the small winding creeks to spot and count the migrating salmon. We had been flying for a couple hours when there was a bang and then silence. The pilot announced we had lost all power. Oil started flowing up over the pilot’s side of the windshield. The very experienced pilot turned the gliding but fast sinking plane away from a small gravel embankment and set us down on a tundra slope - a much better landing spot. We touched down, rolled a short way when the downhill landing gear hit a hole and tore off of the plane. The plane did a 90 degree somersault to land on its back. Other than a couple bruises and a big knot on the back of my head, all three of us were ok. We were in sight of the community of King Salmon, maybe 7 miles away, on dryish tundra and the weather was beautiful. But we could not get the automatic emergency radio to work as the antenna was jammed into the ground. There were no tools in the plane to remove the radio from its compartment. My boss, an intense man (and we were all flooded with adrenaline) was storming circles around the plane trying to come up with a plan. I was trotting behind him trying to tell him I had my Leatherman - would it be useful. Finally I yelled at him and got his attention (he asked me why I didn’t speak up sooner ha ha). With the leatherman screwdriver bit we easily opened the radio compartment, set up the emergency radio at the top of the hill on which we flipped. Within 30-45 minutes a Coast Guard C 130 plane on a nearby mission diverted, found and circled us, dropped a radio and arranged for a local helicopter to pick us up. That remains my single most special occasion to use a leatherman. There have been many lesser adventures but every time, I’m glad to be carrying these handy tools. The problem with the plane was when the factory rebuilt the engine, it somehow used counterfeit bolts that broke in-flight causing at least one piston to come loose and knock a hole in the side of the engine. It was the tool I used in this crack-up that I lost a few years ago in the tundra near Iliamna Alaska - I’m still sad to have lost it. Now I carry a Wave but sometimes long for the lighter and simpler original tool.
More Leatherman Tool Tales here.
That one I’m hoping pans out cause it’s such a beautiful text and if it’s a legitimate document from the distant past would probably give insights even if just for linguistics.
Not a Dan Savage fan but,
“I recently broke up with a girl because she didn’t know what plate tectonics was. We dated for three months. Great sex! Loved cooking together! Enjoyed spending time with her! But she was raised Mormon—and more important than that, she was simply NOT CURIOUS about science and the world. In all honesty, I think she’s a little dumb, although she doesn’t come off that way. Science! Politics! Philosophy! All of these things are important in my life! Am I wrong for breaking up with her?” —Date Tectonics
Via WashCityPaper
lol
- Leatherman/Swiss Army knife
- Roll of duct tape
- can of WD-40
- handful of assorted zip ties
will fix almost anything good enough to get you over the worst bits.
That is the best thing ever!
All the more reason to drink wine instead?
Doubly so, because of this…
That looks spot-on. Living near the Great Lakes instead of an ocean, tides are something that kind of escapes the mind (Lake Michigan has tides, but they’re insignificant compared to wind-driven waves).
