I went to an excellent talk last night by Gordon Bowker, the one who came up with the name Starbucks, not the biographer of George Orwell. He describes himself as a “recovering serial entrepreneur,” and his theme was the random events, utterly unpredictable in any business plan, that can make...
I’ve been a little bit amused by some discussion over a recent US Postal Service stamp commemorating the wonderful Bette Davis. People missed her glamorous cigarette, removed by The Authorities to protect The Little ’Uns. But the story is much, much better than that:
The trouble is not the cigar...
Blue Girl has nothing better to do than get deeply into a very, very long intermeme. In which, before my eyes glazed over and I gave up, I saw this:
And I just know, absolutely know, that she did it on purpose. To check on us. So, did I pass BG, huh, did I?
I’m minded to collect, for a week, say, some of the comments that spammers leave on my web site in the faint hope that I’m feeble-minded enough not to spam them. The mystery abides ...