Some people, according to persistent rumor, have friends who help them find jobs (and dates).

Oh well. Does anyone feel like paying my quarterly hosting bill ($30)?

For once I’m caught up on all my favorite webtoons. Here are links to their archives.

Sabrina; Soap on a Rope; Goats; Fluble; Ozy and Millie; Freefall; PVP; Bobbins; GPF; College Roomies from Hell!!!; You Damn Kid; When I Grow Up; Absurd Notions; Alice!; Snail Dust; Sinfest; JoBeth; Schlock Mercenary; Tonja Steele; Chopping Block; MegaTokyo; Shaw Island; The New Adventures of Bobbin!; The Gods of Arr-Kelaan; Casey and Andy; Planet Earth (and other tourist traps); Loserz; Tales of the Questor; Something Positive; Slow Wave; Wigu; Cyberbooty; Nothing Nice to Say; Sam and Fuzzy; Scandal Sheet!; Scary Go Round; The Dementia of Magic; Catharsis; Irregular Webcomic!; Bull and Bunny; Better Days; Why The Long Face; Antihero for Hire; Questionable Content; Hellbound; Girl Genius; Everyone Drunk But Me; Gunnerkrigg Court; Jesus and Mo; Nine Planets Without Intelligent Life.

One ought not to get wound up over what fictional characters say, but what if the character in question has the same name as his creator?

Lizard: Five thousand years of selective pressure against pride and ego battered them into a race of bitter, nervous, hate-filled, self-loathing xenophobes.

Jon: They became libertarians?

Heaven knows I have my share of bitter, nervous self-loathing – but hate-filled xenophobe? Where the hell did that come from?

Later: So I asked Jon. Seems his notion of a libertarian is someone who lives in an isolated cabin and shoots at trespassers. Maybe I gave him a broader idea of the concept. At his request I suggested a couple of works of fiction.

Today I once again had an errand at a Feral office building. This time, when I asked the badge for information about the pointless rule that I wouldn’t be admitted to the building without showing evidence that some government somewhere thinks it knows who I am, I was directed to a sign on the wall containing excerpts of 41 CFR 102-74 — but the nearest thing I could find to a relevant passage was this:

When property or a portion thereof is closed to the public, restrict admission to the property, or the affected portion, to authorized persons who must register upon entry to the property and must, when requested, display Government or other identifying credentials to Federal police officers or other authorized individuals when entering, leaving or while on the property.

Paul Kay of Language Log is puzzled by a bit of Washington jargon:

It’s easy to see what Ms. Stolberg intends by the “reverse revolving door” because we’re familiar with the revolving door as a characterization of the frequent passage from government official to lobbyist. What’s less apparent is why the trope works in the first place. It’s in the essence of a revolving door to permit simultaneous traffic in both directions. So what on earth could a reverse revolving door be?

When I first heard of “the revolving door” in the sense described (twenty-odd years ago), I think it had to do with the Executive Branch rather than the legislature. Legislators are rarely hired for their expertise in a specific area (other than politicking), but regulatory agencies and procurement offices take people from the industries directly concerned, because that’s where the expertise is. Thus it seems that the metaphor arose in a field where it was apt and drifted to one where it is less apt.

Once upon a time I linked to a website that will show you the relative frequency of a given surname in each of These United States. Apothecary’s Drawer cites one that does the same for counties(?) of Great Britain.

Sherwood is mainly found in Yorkshire.

How long had Jon Rosenberg been saving this pun?

“Google is ruining everything.”

Is it me or is Maritza Campos‘s command of English slipping a bit? March 27:

So that’s why you were hiding it from us? What did you think, that we’d start feeling less than [of] you, or something?

April 7:

. . . getting sued for making funny things on the halls is not good for anyone.

May 1:

All’s fun and games until someone pokes an eye out!

(Nothing wrong with this apart from the unidiomatic All’s, but it’s a misquotation of Buffy Summers; perhaps it was twice translated.)