Mom died today.

She was a better friend to more people than I’ll ever be.

Saturday I missed a birthday party because I’m not on Facebook. So it goes.

Thursday I saw that my favorite bookshop is hiring. I got a bit of a buzz from the fantasy of working there. Friday I went to the shop and had a polite chat with one of the owners. When I got home, I was depressed, perhaps because the fantasy wore off. After dinner I went straight to bed “for a nap”; slept three hours, woke up feeling rested but still depressed.

I’m too literal-minded. When I hear corporate puff like

None of this would have been possible without the complete dedication and teamwork of every one of you in this room

I think, wow, just imagine all the grand projects that vanished without a trace because one of several hundred drones either lacked complete dedication or was hit by a bus.

Non-registered readers who try to comment now see

Error 1: Click back and type in the password.

I can find nothing in the settings that would explain this. Sorry. Until it’s debugged, you can mail comments to me and I’ll post them in your name.

(And yet, at least one spambot continues to get through.)

Later I remembered recently installing Spam Free — without seeing the full instructions. It’s off again for now.

The Five Levels of the Economy

Oddest spam in a long time:

Want to buy weapons, drugs? Want to become a terrorist? Check this video and you can even blow up the White House!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbeQn3TI3rI

The video is a TV comedy skit.

My Wikipedia watchlist grew beyond my ability to keep up with it, so I cut it back from 3082 to 1502.