Tonight is my step-daughter's wedding reception.
I suppose I should say something fatherly. I am deeply touched she decided to have
me be her "dad" for this important time in her life. Because of this, though, I've heard
her natural father won't be coming. Although he hasn't been around much the past 20
years, I am saddened by the disappointment she must be feeling. No matter what may
have happened in the past, her night will have an empty spot without him there.
Anna, I love you very much. I hope your dad will reconsider. We'll see. Have you ever seen a chihuahua chase off a
dalmation? Amazing. We've had little Daisy for nine years now but I learn something new
about her every day. I will definitely sleep better tonight knowing she's around
to protect me. Conversation in the supermarket check-out line:
Young mother, "That was some storm last night, wasn't it?" Older woman, "Sure was.
There were limbs all over the road up my way." Five year-old boy, "You mean like
arms and legs and stuff? Neato!" Myself, RFLMAO. Holy moley. Talk about your flash floods. There
was a river coming off the hillside between my house and the next. We've had high
water here before, but this gully washer was a new experience. What a nice surprise! My hometown newspaper,
The Charleston Daily Mail, featured
Internet Brothers in their weekly column entitled
Net Watch. Perfect
timing, considering the article I posted about
independent content production on the Web. My sincerest thanks to editor/columnist
Greg Wood. Drop him a note and thank
him yourself if you like. He's helping to get the word out, at least here in
"Almost Heaven." Pursuing the truth. As
Dave continues his investigation into
America's opinion of the new dollar coin, he files this customer comment from Vail,
"You'd think the government would have learned, after the Susan Anton thing." A few years ago when smokers were first banished to
the great outdoors, I was a bit put off. Like most things, though, with acceptance
comes a certain mellowing. If I hadn't been outside smoking today I would have
missed a little brown rabbit hopping down the bunny trail, a big ol' turtle, even
larger than the rabbit, and another of those crazy
mirror-loving redwing blackbirds.
You don't suppose I was in the middle of the tortoise and the hare fable do you? "Hello Mr. Clark. This is Capt. Space from the
Pentagon." And so the conversation on the other end of the line started. Yeah, right.
Who is this really? Is that you Malcolm? "No, seriously Mr. Clark. My name is Capt.
Mark Space and I'm in the Air Force at the Pentagon in Washington, D.C. I got your
name and number from the Computer Measurement Group membership as someone who might
be able to help me with capacity planning issues for large IBM VM systems." Standing up now to see if I could hear snickering
coming from another cubicle, I wasn't about to show my gullibility on this one.
Jim is that you? "Listen Jeff. I get this all the time. It's not easy having the
name Space and working for the Air Force." I can imagine. Maybe the telephone
is still good for a few things — like a nice laugh in the middle of an
otherwise boring afternoon. My wife would make a great construction foreman
or shop steward. Apparently it was decided, at least in her mind, that the agenda
for the day would be honey-do projects. From the moment we got up until she got
distracted, I was busy. It's like she had prepared a mental list for weeks. No sooner
would I finish one little chore, then it was on to the next. How did she do
that? The
Zeldman interview at Slashdot was certainly enlightening, if not downright
controversial. I am curious about the follow-up by Jamie
Zawinski discussing the design origins of Mozilla.org, and I have to agree with the
argument related to page redirect and the browser back button. I was surprised, however, by the general rudeness of
the Slashdot community. Whether you agree or disagree with the postulates of
Mr. Zeldman doesn't give license for personal
attacks. He deserved better. Taking the time out of a busy schedule to
participate in what amounted to a four day exercise is deserving of thanks, not
name-calling. My take: Envy and jealousy that it wasn't them in the spotlight. 14may00—20may00
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A man goes to his doctor for a complete checkup. He hasn't been
feeling well and wants to find out if he's ill. After the checkup
the doctor comes out with the results of the examination.
"I'm afraid I have some bad news. You're dying and you don't have
much time," the doctor says.
"Oh no, that's terrible. How long have I got?" the man asks.
"10..." says the doctor.
"10? 10 what? Months? Weeks? What?!" he asks desperately.
"10...9...8...7...6..."
A man wrote a letter to a small hotel he planned to visit on his
vacation: "I would very much like to bring my dog with me. He is
well-groomed and very well behaved. Would you be willing to
permit me to keep him in my room with me at night?"
An immediate reply came back from the hotel owner, who said,
"I've been operating this hotel for many years. In all that time,
I've never had a dog steal towels, bedclothes, silverware or
pictures off the walls. I've never had to evict a dog in the
middle of the night for being drunk and disorderly. And I've
never had a dog run out on a hotel bill."
"Yes, indeed, your dog is welcome at my hotel. And, if your dog
will vouch for you, you're welcome to stay here, too."