Not Making Any More of It
(Drum roll please)
It is with great satisfaction that I publish the news of a vary useful site on how to buy and sell real estate in Massachusetts. Let the whuffie rain down.
Takes All Kinds
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Dude. This calls for Studio Ghibli.
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This comic is finding its voice. No one knows what kind of animal this is, which was a running gag for a while. The personalities are coming together. It's close kin to Get Fuzzy.
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Better than usual, and that, my pretty little wigs and seashells, is saying something.
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Ah. Never yet have I told this good a story.
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Ow ow ow.
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How on earth can a grownup review this movie without mentioning the film of The French Lieutentant's Woman?
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It is righteous.
Says He
One of the things I like in a Weblog is a writer who writes like he or she talks. Which I do. Which my old friend Brian Dilsheimer does. Here he is on his blog addressing matters of import in the world of athleticism.
Is it our clothes?
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Scott Adams is also invisible. This makes me feel better. Can you hear me? Hello?
Flying solos
Spoodely indeed. "Spanish Fly" more of a spiddley thing, but worth noting.
A Mother Who Thinks
Among the best funniest sharpest new mothers writing today. OK, maybe the funniest. Anne Lamott's probably on top, but still. Big funny is what I'm saying, OK?
Edward Tufte Pilled My Cat
One thing we always have trouble with is:
Did you pill the cat?
Does the cat get a half pill or a whole pill this time?
Did I pill the cat?
The tragedy of my friendship with usability people is that I actually spend brainpower on the issue of how best to generate an approriate collaborative interface for medication dispensation. FOR THE CAT.
It's the glassy rail...
That makes it a fine picture.
Apologies and blogging
I owe people apologies, which is pretty much on ongoing condition for us all. All the same, though, I enter this nonspecific and sizeable apology for all to enjoy: I'm sorry we didn't come by.
When I started the blog, there were some things I promised myself not to address. I don't intend to say anything here I wouldn't say onstage (to an anonymous audience, in other words). I don't intend to give away things that would put me or my family at risk. I don't intend to talk about work -- at least not in any way that, again, I wouldn't onstage. And because I work at Gartner, what I say about work onstage actually has a lot of value that I am not supposed to give away for free.
But I had not thought in detail through one thing, which is that writing these things tells people where I've been and that I didn't drop by, or offer to. And so here I apologize. The fact is, when you're on the road, you can't call everybody you know because the schedule just doesn't match. We drove through some places late at night (want us to call at 1:30 a.m.? I think not). And in others we had just a few hours, or even less. So I'm sorry we didn't drop by everywhere we could have. We just couldn't. Please forgive us, and you have my vow not to be angry the next time you're in my area and you don't call. Sometimes, you just can't.
Photo Albums
And Shout-Outs to
- Alex
- Brian Dilsheimer
We lived next door to each other in college. - Clare Byrne's Weekly Rites
On Dancer. - Earl Cootie
- Heather B. Armstrong
Very, very, very funny. - Jack Carneal
He grew up on Grove Avenue. I grew up on Stuart. - James Lileks
Columnist and author. Don't know the man; like the blog. - Jimmy Johnson
A superior cartoonist who now does a daily entry. - Kent
- Peterme
- Scott McCloud
Probably the best-known thinker about comic strips/books/graphic novels/sequential art working right now. Controversial among comic fans but unequivocally an influential and original thinker. - The Gertzens
Old Omaha handz.
