I have been informed that my take on the recent below-average temperatures is completely unreasonable, and that I should trust the National Weather Service, rather than thinking there might be a different temperature in my yard, which is over nine miles away from the weather station. Mea culpa.
It was chilly at the Saints game last night, but the fact that Chas Terni hit two dingers for all three runs the Saints scored, and the fact that it was enough to win the game was pretty spiffy. Plus with an announced 7158 people in a ballpark with an official capacity of 6329, the stands were nearly full.
Last night, I actually slept with the window in my bedroom closed. Not because of the temperature though. Some gal down the block was singing loudly (punctuated by things like demands for another beer and refusals to
shut the hell up) as I was trying to go to sleep.
- In Plainly Surreal, Mitch says he knows all about who Layne really was, but can’t say. The interesting bit is the comments thread, where Jimmo fingers Odin Soli as the writer behind Layne. Dave Van has more, including pictures.
- The Anti-Spam Technical Alliance Publishes Industry Recommendations to Help Stop Spam. I wish more companies would adopt some of these recommendations. [slashdot]
- A rare blog-posting that got slashdotted: Open Source Life talks about patenting life, such as Monsanto’s patents that I mentioned in connection with the Percy Schmeiser case a while back. [slashdot]
- This Legal Handbook for Photographers contains a bust-card for when you get hassled for taking pictures of things that someone thinks you shouldn’t. It’s not unlike the ACLU’s bust card. Handy! [jwz]
- Russell’s Quote of the Day from a few days back talks about the how the Supreme Court has nullified the Bill of Rights. Sad. [survival arts]
- Over at Strike The Root, there’s an essay about Identities and Aliases and what you’re required to give to the police if you’re stopped and asked for ID and how the Hiibel case and the PATRIOT Act changed things. Not written by a lawyer… [endwar]