What’s going on here?

Mom’s birthday is this week and I wanted to buy her lunch today. She is the coffee committee at her UU church, so I went to the service to meet her. A woman sitting next to me said, “You should have your picture taken so your mother can see how nice you look”; which I thought an odd thing to say to a 42yo stranger, even a perfect one.

Back at Mom’s house, on seeing the garage door and the inner door both open, my first thought was: “The cats will get out!” (Mom has had no pets for several years now.)

The Left Foot Living Review, by Andrew Plotkin, consists mostly of deadpan observations of life in an interesting time, or at least a time with interesting toys.

It’s odd to see US v Rosenthal spun (e.g. here) as a demonstration of the need for juries to be advised of their power to nullify, after some of the jurors said they would have nullified had they known all the facts. The crime in this case is the judge’s exclusion of evidence.

I’d like to hope something good will come of this, but am not holding my breath.

Scott Adams writes:

In a prior Newsletter, I said that Dilbert would “get lucky” if my Weasel book became a New York Times Best Seller. Sales immediately plummeted, in what will someday be hailed as the worst idea of the century. Some people objected to the idea on moral grounds. Most readers objected on the grounds that they didn’t want the most famous loser in history to have better romantic luck than they have. I can understand that: If Dilbert is doing better than you are, that’s gotta sting.

So I hereby take back the offer. Dilbert will remain as unsatisfied as you.

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In the first few minutes of my new temp assignment, two people said: “You must be Antone? Antoine?”

Isn’t pollen season supposed to come after winter?