"When I do not want to say things in real life I often say them here." — Mimi Smartypants
On the internet, nobody knows you’re a dog
Hat tip to Nancy Nall for pointing me toward this New York Times article about small town gossip run rampant on an internet forum. People in Mountain Grove, Missouri used to swap gossip face to face at Dee’s Place, but these days they have ” … shifted from sharing the latest news and rumors over […]
I know, bloggage has been sparse this week; my mind was elsewhere. Where, you ask? Well, if I knew, I’d turn it into a blog post. On second thought, maybe I will! At least some of my brain cells have been occupied with Hash House Harrier business. A hasher wrote to demand I condemn two […]
What should I find on Facebook early today but this? Ah, the smell of troll in the morning! I know, that’s some tiny print. Here’s what it says: The Republican Party have sent me their 2011 Congressional District Census. It’s a checkbox response format, thankfully with an <Other> option, since a lot of my choices […]
If you mouse over the blogroll links on the left sidebar of this blog, comments appear. Roll your mouse over the link to Bike Snob NYC, for example, and you get this: “A smug bicyclist makes fun of smug bicyclists.” So anyway, I have a friend who reads my blog. I know this because he […]
Blog neglect again? By way of lame excuses, I’ve been busy with historical articles for my hashing blog and working on recipes for my cooking blog. Fat lot of good that does you, dear Paul’s Thing reader, right? I’ll try to make up for it with some random Friday observations. ——————– I may not drink […]
Did I call this one or not? Here’s a post I put on Facebook a couple of days after the big dust storm in Phoenix: And here’s a screenshot from today’s Wonkette (click on the image to read the full article): ——————– As I opened my email inbox this morning I thought, “Gee, it’s been […]
Two heavy overnight rains in a row, almost like a real monsoon. Sometimes I sleep through the storms, but I know they’ve hit when, glancing out the kitchen window while getting my first cup of coffee in the morning, I see topsoil and fertilizer from Donna’s flower garden spread over the patio and the bottom […]
This is awkward. My daughter and I are Facebook friends. I have learned to read her Facebook updates the same way educated North Koreans have learned to read the propaganda articles in Rodong Sinmun, as an indication of where the Kim regime’s collective head is at. When my daughter starts posting intense rants, I know […]