Just a work of fiction.

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COTUS Defines Personhood, by Vonda N. McIntyre*.

In an expected decision today, the United States Supreme Court reaffirmed its definition of Corporations as persons, and redefined organic beings as unpersons.

Unpersons include nebular avatars, bionic individuals (including biological bodies with computer-assisted intellects, machine-assisted brain preservation modalities, and exoskeleton-assisted paraplegics, quadriplegics, and n-oplegics for any value of “n”, including naturalized aliens), infertile biological entities (whether infertility be caused by chromosomal abnormality, age, illness, sexual orientation, or disinclination to reproduce), naturalized aliens, and natural-born human beings.

The Perfect Union must now be administered as a profit-making organization (Amendment 28 to the Constitution of the United States of America, “National Profitability”). Corporations are the only entities with sufficient financial resources to function as Persons and Citizens… (click here for the rest)

Don’t worry. It’s not true or anything.

Really.

REALLY.

Yet.

Sweet dreams!

* Vonda N. McIntyre’s novels and selected short stories, including “Supreme Court of the United States Defines Personhood,” Nebula Award winners Dreamsnake and The Moon and the Sun, can be found at the Book View Café ebookstore.

This is a Spoiled Dog.

This is the view out my back door showing my Jake (who used to Hoover up his dog food faster than a Hoover) ignoring his dog food, waiting for the Good Stuff.

This is the view out my back door showing Jake after he gets the Good Stuff.

Closeup of Jake eating the Good Stuff.

Yes, the Good Stuff is green beans.

He wants a can of green beans with his dog food.

He eats the beans first.

Yesterday I thought I’d give him a treat.  I poured beef broth on it instead.  He sniffed.  He made a face.  He sniffed again.  He stared up at me.

I went and got his green beans.

Spoiled dog.

In which timing is everything.

Previously on planetpooks, I posted about my dog. To my surprise and pleasure, I got notified that someone had clicked “like” on the post, so of course I had to follow the dots to find her.

Timing is everything, because her blog entry was about “surprise” of the delightful kind. Discovering that her dog’s “false” pregnancy wasn’t false!

That was two days ago.

I signed up to follow her blog by email and the past two days have been VERY eventful! Start with the post up above and relive the excitement with her.

[Spoiler: It's worth the trip because at the end there are puppies!]

Go wish them well!

The return of… Thunder Dog!

Previously, on planetpooks.

And she’s back–in her amazing Thundershirt!

Last night I put it on her at bedtime because we knew storms were coming through, and she first got very alert and happy [I think she thought she was about to go somewhere though I can't imagine why] and then we told her to go to bed so she assumed her huddled position on the floor at the foot of our bed and did just that.

In the past when thunder-boomers rolled through in the middle of the night she went berserkish. Whimpered, whined, clawed at my side of the bed wanting in (which is a no-no on the planet that pooks shares with the Resident Storm Chaser who does not cotton to such things] and I sleepily pet her until it all passes.

Last night the thunder–oh, wow, what thunder. We have never heard anything like it. Not only was it LOUD and VERY NEAR but it just sounded strange. The Resident Storm Chaser knows thunder, and even he said it was the strangest thunder he’d ever heard, and in a rather ominous way.

And when he said that–when he spoke–is when she came to my side of the bed. No clawing, whining or whimpering, but the head did pop up panting nervously, wanting petting, which I did a bit, then she hunkered down on the floor beside me (and Jake allowed it, since that is usually his spot) and stayed there until the storm passed.

To bring this into perspective, Jake the 100-pound yellow lab never gets rattled by anything and even he jumped to his feet when the thunder was crashing overhead. I had to use both hands to pet two puppies for a few secs then he dropped back down and went back to sleep.

So, Bellatrix the Thunder Dog is getting braver.

I'm bad.

Jake the Big Ol’ Dawg is human.

And Pooks is getting more sleep.

Flannel I don't love and flannel I do.

The first flannel shirt of the season. A weird paisley that’s pink and maroon and orange that is really not a good color combo on me so I rarely wear it, but today? It’s all about what feels good.

My favorite season of the year, autumn.

Last night I made steak and ale pie and I’m really put out that I didn’t take a picture of it on the plate, it was so gorgeous with a side of bright green beans sauteed in garlic and butter. But today I get leftovers.

My favorite season of the year, autumn.

And today I bring out my favorite quilt my mother ever made me, the flannel quilt, the one that took the least effort but is soft and warm and wraps me in her love. This means more to me today than it ever has before, for we are only two weeks away from the first anniversary of her death, and some memories are still too sharp and fresh. I need this warm, bright memory to wrap myself in. My mother, she was oh so warm, and oh so bright.

My favorite season of the year, autumn.

Miss you, Mamma.