Warning!

Last week, I had cause to open a new bag of flour when I saw this warning.

What?

Seriously...what? Has it really come to this?  Since this is the case, we likely deserve our fate.

Skype-tastic

JT, his cousin S, and his grandfather have recently taken to Skyping one another.  Once they got over the technical hurdles, the chatter quickly went to the land of sports.  And now it's all sports, all the time.  Most nights they contemplate trades in the family fantasy football league.  The boys, confident 11 year olds, try to pull fast ones on their Gramps, who may not be 11, but who has been around the block a few times.  My father, who logged a lot of years as the father of girls, is now reaping the ultimate boy reward.

Though I sometimes worry that the land of technology will result in less human contact, the reality of Skype is that Grandpa can see JT virtually every night of the week.  From 2000 miles away, he can watch a cherished grandson grow up.  And that's a priceless gift of technology.

Thank you, Skype.

What He Said

I'm a regular Kottke.org reader --- largely because I like the way that the things Kottke posts add to my fact hump.  And sometimes, he just makes me think, "yeah, that's right."  So I direct you over to a recent Kottke post on cell phone use.  All I have to add is that I whole-heartedly agree.

Passing the Buck

I could write something today or I could just direct you over to The Beast, which has written up a 50-person list of people who well-deserve our loathing.  The very best part of the list is the punishments derived for the guilty. So appropriate that I plan to outsource all of my revenge fantasies to these folks.  They are gifted.

My favorite is number 5.  Unless it's number 17.  Or maybe number 4, which I rather adored and wished I had written.  Okay, I'll admit that every entry made me giddy with bitterness.  Just how I like it.