Hag-afying as we speak

Scoreboard at Yankee Stadium - July 20, 1969

An estimated 650 million people would watch Neil Armstrong take man’s first step on the moon more than six hours later, but during the actual lunar landing, 32,933 were in the stands at Yankee Stadium on that Sunday afternoon. Ken McMullen was batting against Jack Aker with Epstein on third, a man on first and no outs. 

As the umpires, according to prior arrangements, waved their arms and stopped play, an urgent voice came over the loudspeakers: “Here is a bulletin from WWDC News, Apollo 11 is 100 feet from the surface of the moon. We now switch live to the manned spacecraft center.”  It was public address announcer Bob Sheppard, sharing the historic news with the crowd.

“Ladies and gentleman, your attention please,” Sheppard said. “You will be happy to know that the Apollo 11 has landed safely on the moon.“

The cheers from the crowd drowned out the final two words of his announcement, but the message displayed on the scoreboard in right-center field was loud and clear: “THEYRE ON THE MOON.”

The cheering at Yankee Stadium continued for about 45 seconds, according to the New York Times, as thousands of children waved the Hillerich & Bradsby Co. Louisville Sluggers they received on bat day.

Finally, the noise died down enough so the announcer could be understood, and he asked the crowd for a moment of silent prayer for the safe return of the astronauts.  After a few seconds of silence, a recording of “America the Beautiful” played over the Yankee Stadium loudspeaker. The crowd sang and then cheered some more.

It took me ages, but I finally did a shitty comic about encountering ANTS everywhere in my garden.

Apologies for my poor French.

Transcription:

Panel one: a woman is kneeling by a garden bed. She is holding a rock in her hand. There is an arrow pointing to something labeled "ants" She says: «faites un jardin» disaient ils. (Make a garden, they said.)

Panel two: the woman is kneeling by a some bags of topsoil, and holds one in her arms. There is an arrow pointing to something labeled "ants". She says: «Ce sera amusant! C'est sain! C'est formidable!» (It will be fun! It's healthy! It's awesome!)

Panel three: a mid-shot focusing on the woman saying "pffft."

Panel four: the woman stands in between two garden beds. The bags of topsoil are also visible. Several arrows point at things labeled "ants". The woman is raising her hands and says: C'est plutôt comme «FOURMIdable.» (It's more like, "Ant-like")

The defense's job is to defend. This involves providing alternate theories to the facts of the case, showing where there is doubt, doing everything they can to make sure the prosecution's case has to be strong.

No. That's no how it works. If it's obvious they're guilty then it shouldn't be that hard for the government to prove it and nothing the defense argues will get them off. And yes, I'd rather ten guilty fucks go free because the government didn't do their jobs properly than one innocent person be sent away for life because they weren't given the opportunity to mount a proper defense. It's the way the system is supposed to work. It's all laid out in the sixth amendment to the US Constitution.

Seriously, the guilty ones are probably going to be back in front of a judge shortly anyway. People that commit property crimes in particular have an almost 80% recidivism rate, so they'll be back.

Unlit cigars, O Halo novel author, smell like chocolate or fresh-ground coffee beans. If Doctor Halsey finds the smell from a cigar box offputting, it’s odd. Especially considering how much coffee she drinks.

“Alcohol”, O Tumblr poster, is not in fact consumed on its own and is virtually flavorless, but if it did “taste like lead” that would mean it had a candy-like sweetness. That was why kids used to eat paint chips.