Another Tuesday

As suspected, today was an awful lot like yesterday, just without the rain. In fact, I spent the day working on all the same projects at work, and I’m thinking of watching another episode of House tonight, so you could probably just swap in yesterday’s post and be done with it.

I had dinner out with my mother this evening, since my father was at a company recognition dinner, and we returned home to discover that the oranges that had arrived as part of their Harry and David fruit-of-the-month club membership (a Christmas present from me and my sister) were moldy. I sent customer service an e-mail, so we’ll see what if anything comes of that. These things happen — it is fresh fruit, after all — but I’ll be disappointed if they can’t do something to replace this month’s inedible offering.

And that — moldy Honeybell oranges — is about as exciting as my day ever got.

Tuesday various

  • Boy, when Mark Twain called you an idiot, he didn’t fool around. “…scion of an ancestral procession of idiots stretching back to the Missing Link” indeed!
  • New York woman falls, rips Picasso painting. Well that’s embarrassing! Gawker [via] has more.
  • The Chinese have re-named a mountain “Avatar Hallelujah Mountain,” after the James Cameron movie. Because of course they have.
  • S.C. Lt. Gov. Andre Bauer Compares Helping Poor to Feeding Stray Animals. They sure do know how to pick ’em in South Carolina, don’t they? [[via]
  • And finally, a lovely quote from China Miéville:

    The truth is different. Chrononauts litter no less than any other tourists. The past is a dump, each epoch a tip of its futures’ rubbish. There are no police: only overworked binwomen and binmen endlessly shovelling junk into timefills. They slog uninterrupted: the detritus is all over the place, and unnoticed by us natives. We stub our toes every day on things discarded from times to come.