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Today the President made some threatening noises about Iran shooting down a drone—that is, a machine that does not and cannot have a pilot on board—and then he tried to back down a bit (at least maybe that's what he was trying, who knows) by saying this: "...there was no man in it, it was in international waters but we didn't have a man or woman in the drone, we had nobody in the drone. Would have made a big, big difference."

I'm sure I'm not the only one who immediately thought of the 2010 motion picture drama Iron Man 2. It's safe to say Iron Man 2 does not get a lot of respect and while I enjoy it, it's kind of silly; but it does have a memorable performance by Sam Rockwell as Justin Hammer, who I think is seriously underrated as Marvel villains go. Hammer is a well-connected arms manufacturer who is very ambitious, very unethical, and very very stupid. He also thinks he's funny. Sam Rockwell is very funny; but Justin Hammer is like the numb horror of watching your pathetic boss flounder around boasting and bullying and cracking himself up, when you don't know whether he'll destroy you or himself first. And he's smaller and nerdier-looking than certain presidents, but we know this guy has killed people, or at least had them killed.
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Cat Corner

Sometimes when we put out a new flavor of food, the cats sniff it for a couple seconds, and then they walk all around it and "bury" it by scratching on the floor, and then they walk away. Jack and Curly used to do this too. Every cat owner has probably seen it, but there are two competing theories:

1. "I hate this, it is poop, I'm burying it in cat litter." Cat will not eat food.
2. "This seems legit, but I'm covering it in dirt so I can save it for later." Cat comes back and eats food a minute later.

But those both seem to be true! Sometimes they eat it all up anyway; sometimes they spurn it. I can't figure out any pattern—it's not how much they scratch, or their expression—no idea.

Then I realized: of course I have no idea. I'm just like a middle-aged parent in the '80s trying to understand whether, when the kids say "bad", it means bad or good. Or "sick" today. They don't WANT me to know.