In a decision with potentially large ramifications, New York Federal Judge LaShann DeArcy Hall won't dismiss a libel suit against "Shitty Media Men" creator Moira Donegan.
Explaining, the judge says it is possible that Donegan created the entry herself. The judge believes that Elliott should be able to explore whether the entry was fabricated. Accordingly, discovery proceeds, which will now put pressure on Google to respond to broad subpoena demands. The next motion stage could feature a high-stakes one about the reaches of CDA 230.
There are a thousand arguments over what the difference is between Introverts and Extroverts. Distinctions made between “shy” and “outgoing” and how it’s not a toggle switch but a continuum and all that. There’s the “introverts are drained by other people but extroverts get energy from them” which, even when clarified and explained in depth, doesn’t seem right to me. I’ve recently seen the discussion over how it’s a person deals with stimuli. Extroverts are invigorated by lots of stimuli while introverts are drained by it. This theory makes the most sense to me.
I know a number of introverts who are exceptionally charming and can work a room like nobody’s business. They can chat about football with this manager, talk about recent news events with that manager, and then fist bump every engineer on the way to running a meeting for an hour… and then, afterwards, require some time to bug out to the taco truck to grab something to eat in silence with one or two teammates also capable of eating in silence. Remember the Onion article with the headline: Woman Has No Business Being An Extrovert? Well, I don’t know anybody like that, but I laughed at the story anyway.
All that to say: last week’s attempt at Introvert Time was kind of a bust.
There was a lot of stimuli. Delightful stimuli. Laugh out loud and be delighted by friends stimuli.
But, dang. Sometimes you just want to wrap yourself up in a blanket and go into the basement and turn off all of the lights and eat Ben and Jerry’s in the dark.
Which brings me to the plans for this weekend. We have a date night scheduled for Friday Night. We’re going to be watching The Shape of Water. (I was going to see if I could make a joke about it being called “Free Willy 2: The Shape of Water” but, apparently, there was a Free Willy 2? And Michael Madsen was in it? Wait, he was the dad? Wait, he was in the first one? Huh. Anyway, I never got around to doing the research I needed to do to make the joke land.)
Saturday has nothing in it. Well, I have to go out and run errands, but it’s somewhat easy to be alone in a crowd at the grocery store or the pet store or Costco or what have you. Everybody puts a bubble around them and enjoys the zen found in walking up and down aisles and picking up ingredients for upcoming meals (or supplies for the aftermath of them). Then the pleasure to be found in taking these items and putting them in their proper spaces once home. And, of course, the most wonderful chore of all: Laundry.
And then back to the climbing gym on Sunday to conquer a really interesting route on a really interesting wall. (They make you *STRETCH* this time… and the handholds aren’t jugs as much as crimps or ledges so you have to *STRETCH* while you’re reaching for holds that never feel quite gotten even after you grab them.)
But then a shower and a dark room in the basement. And then, right before bed, “WHAT IN THE HECK HAPPENED TO THE WEEKEND?!?”
So… what’s on your docket?
(Image is “Play” by Clare Briggs. Used with permission of the Briggs estate.)