A husband and wife were golfing when suddenly the woman asked, “Honey, if I died would you get married again?”
The man said, “No dear.”
The woman said, “I’m sure you would.”
So the man said, “Okay, I would”
Then the woman asked, “Would you let her sleep in our bed?”
And the man replied, “Ya, I guess so.”
Then the woman asked, “Would you let her use my golf clubs?”
And the man replied, “No, she’s left handed.”
What a great title. Someone should get a raise.
So says this story.
Such attitudes are worrying to a growing number of parents, educators and historians, who fear that computers are speeding the demise of a uniquely American form of expression. Handwriting experts fear that the wild popularity of e-mail, instant messages and other electronic communication, particularly among kids, could erase cursive within a few decades.
I’m not at all concerned. The whole purpose of writing is to communicate. How pretty it looks matters little to me. In any case, I gave up cursive years ago (before becoming a bona fide geek) because I couldn’t read my own writing.
This ought to be interesting.
The Reagans, based on Carl Anthony’s 1991 book, First Ladies: The Saga Of The Presidents’ Wives And Their Power, 1961-1990, is expected to be a controversial account of one of Hollywood’s and Washington’s most famous matches.
BTW - “controversial” means “not accurate”
Here’s an interesting read about the shifting nature of compensation. Warning: 204k PDF.
Stories like this absolutely break my heart.
A 7-month-old boy died Friday after his father left him inside a van for eight hours in 90-degree temperatures.
The poor boy. Alone. Scared. Dying.
Throw the book.
I really have a hard time getting worked up over everything happening at the New York Times.
I guess it’s because I have just always found the Times to be woefully pathetic anyway. They haven’t ever been the “paper of record” in my book.
Lesson #1: Don’t do this.
Money quote:
Police said they entered the business, which is in a small mobile home, and saw the girl dancing.
Nothing quite like those high-class West Texas strip joints.
Looks kind of like a blind date I had once…

You got out too early, Jed. Check this out.
The Moonlight Bunnyranch in Carson City, Nevada, where brothels are legal, has produced a more erotic version of the standard TA-50 army kits issued to troops headed into battle.
Instead of a compass, toothbrush and soap, the pack handed to soldiers who turn up at the brothel includes condoms, lubricant and a free sex session - with a value of up to $1,000.
This is an interesting bit of history:
Antonio Meucci was an Italian emigrant who left his native Florence in 1835 for the New World, never to return to Europe.
After working in Cuba for some years he arrived in New York in 1850 and became a friend there of Giuseppi Garibaldi, later the unifier of Italy.
Meucci lived on Staten Island until his death in poverty at the age of 81.
A prolific inventor but a failure as a businessman, Meucci invented a device he called the telectrophone for communicating with his bedridden wife from his workshop.
Read the whole thing.
Does anyone else feel the pang of shame that America isn’t leading the way to Mars.