Dear coworkers who babble all too frequently near my desk: “nonplussed” actually does not mean the same as “unfazed” but um…the opposite.  Thank you, please drive through.

“Liberal in the good sense…”  Because the liberal media is so ineffective at propagandazing that the term liberal has become a curse word, while somehow conservative is still a respectable term.

The final count of animals wanting to use my car as part of their assisted suicide pact tonight: 9.  That’s three cats, five deer, and one skunk.  Something in the air, I guess.

As I watched Mark Klein on the news this morning, it occurred to me that none of the major internet peers care about their customers.  In a world where one of the peers was more concerned with the safety of their data and less concerned with sucking up to the government, AT&T would have been routed around via a DNS poisoning. Any organization which cannot be trusted to keep the data on the internet safe and secure should simply not be trusted with that data.

Yet, none of the peers dropped AT&T as a peer. They continued to route data through AT&T’s routers, even as it became perfectly clear that AT&T was copying all the data as it went by for analysis by the government.

The guy behind me at dinner tonight seemed to complain non-stop. I was thrilled when his entree arrived, but he still didn’t let up. Some folks just need to bitch, I guess.

The Boy ate a massive amount of crab legs, as usual. Oink.

As if there hasn’t been enough evidence that two of our branches of government are at war, Scott Jennings actually claimed today that his job description was covered by executive privilege. WTF? His job is secret?

I thought I saw this headline on my newspage this morning: IKEA set to approve new nuclear mission to N.Korea.

IKEA, IAEA, what’s the difference, right?

Novelist Kurt Vonnegut has died. The world has lost a truly great wit and author.

Kurt is in heaven now.

Hey, bloojanuary! It was over 85 degrees today.

One side benefit to living alone for five days a week, minus the cat (and thanks again for reminding me, Yahoo!, that Valentine’s Day is this week) - nobody complains about playing Plastic Bertrand’s Ca Plane Pour Moi at high volumes.

Spotted at a bank this afternoon: Moble Branch Ribbion Cutting Ceremony. Ouch.

To follow up really quickly on my earlier spelling post, here’s another one:

Plead - the past tense of plead is either pleaded or pled. The past tense of plead is not plead.

Robert Anton Wilson is an ex-Discordian. He will be missed.

Alex actually stayed up until midnight, barely.  He was very happy to see the ball drop in New York, while snacking on cheese and crackers and sparkling grape juice.

Now, he’s slamming Hot Wheels into each other.  Good start to the year.

If you haven’t seen the Counterfeit Mini Flash game, you need to go over there now. Great stress reliever.