The shady part is that the zero-tolerance policy had apparently been put into place to get rid of a specific creepy guy no one liked, and this most recent harasser is some con bigshot. So.

Ugh.

Not that the specific creepy guy wasn't also a harasser, just to be clear.

I can't stop laughing at this GIF: [link]

That's wonderful, Tom.

Yeah, I love that one a lot. I think it came from Conan or Jimmy Kimmel or somesuch.

I've been following it, Jesse. The woman involved is an author, and the way she handled the whole situation was amazing. The committee's post this morning was a relief to see.

If I wasn't phone typing, I'd link to some posts. Instead, I know Scalzi put up a link list last week on Whatever.

Conan and the bees.

I can't believe I went down to tell my apartment manager about a blocked drain without the August rent cheque. Hello, Megan!

Filling out my ballot. The judicial races confirm my long held belief that there are two types of position in makes a great deal of sense to fill democratically: judge and brain surgeon.

Horse jumping just came on here (I know there's a more technical term for it), and the jumps are hysterical. It's like a tour of London. I think there's a jump with Handel on it.

I have a lot of tchotchkes. All sentimental. And I hate dusting. Problem!

I beat the storm in the pool; they closed it while I was showering. And then I ran home in the first gusts which were really worse for the dust blowing off the construction site. And reminded myself running feels awesome for the first 10 strides or so, and then I hate it again. And then I climbed on the porch roof in the rain because the wind knocked a bunch of crap into the drain and it was backing up. FUNTIMES.