Twitter is an electronic cocktail party

No, really.

Entreprenerd

This evening Pat says, "You're not an entrepreneur, you're an entreprenerd."

I thought that was pretty clever, until I saw the domain was registered in 2002. All the good ones are taken...

Stuisms

You don't want to eat a skunk, because that would scare it and then he would spray you.

Bread bags in your boots

My sister sent me a birthday card in which she reminisced about sledding down Linden St. I had forgotten that mom put bread bags on under the boots to keep our socks dry.

Stuisms

“He's hurt.”

“How did he get hurt?”

“He fell.”

“How did he fell?” [sic]

“He tripped.”

“How did he trip?”

“On a rock.”

“Why did the rock trip him?”

The Romans

“Daddy, who were the people who killed Jesus and nailed him to a cross?”

“The Romans.”

“Thanks, Daddy. Stuart, we’re the Romans!”

The Data Age

A friend of mine reminded me this morning of a trite little aphorism I coined some years back:

It's not the Information Age, it's the Data Age.