The first day of campless summer. Both kids are aimlessly milling about, not sure what to do with their new found freedom. In between games of Candyland and bike trips to the bagel store, I’m reading this New Yorker article about bloggers. Commentary later.
Geeky Mom tagged me for the latest meme which asks bloggers to identify five ways that they are weird. I wish I could answer that, but the trouble is that I’m not weird at all. Everything I do is completely rational and normal. However, I do think that 99.9% of other people are wackadoos. And maybe as much as 50% of other people are stark raving mad.
The blogosphere is exploding over fake Reuters photographs uncovered by Little Green Footballs.
Apt. 11d 