I like Mondays when they’re Tuesdays in disguise

Today was pretty much average, just your typical city involved in a typical daydream, as it were. I was running late this morning, and then literally had to run to make my train, only to discover that it was itself running about ten minutes late. I guess, under the circumstances, that’s a good thing, right? I do remember thinking, as I ran, that the trains are never late on those rare occasions you need them to be…and today it was.

Other than that, nothing much to report. My mom went back to work herself today, too, so she’s feeling reasonably better. Tired and still not at fighting strength, but all the well wishes were much appreciated over the past couple of weeks.

Tuesday various

  • On WNYC, the Leonard Lopate Show has recently started posting picks and suggestions from any given week’s guests, asking them questions about what books they’re reading, what music they’re listening to, etc. They also ask, “What’s one thing you’re a fan of that people might not expect?” Teller, the silent half of Penn and Teller, answered, “Novel forms of pancakes and waffles.” I love that I have almost no idea what he means.
  • All this time, I had been avoiding the Huffington Post mostly just because it’s a time-sink. Like io9, Metafilter, or Boing Boing, I was only visiting occasionally, and even then only when another blog redirected me there. But, it turns out, there’s a whole bevy of other reasons to avoid it, namely that, although it earns millions of dollars — and even more in its recent merger with AOL — it still doesn’t pay its writers, nor did it even pay for the blogging platform that runs it. Plus, it seems less like an interesting time-sink and more one that just re-purposes what other news blogs have written, with occasional liberal celebrity cameos, for the purpose of aggrandizing the Huffington Post. Maybe that’s unfair. As I said, I don’t spend much time with it, except when others occasionally direct it there. But it would be nice if some of that AOL money went to the people who day by day create the product AOL bought.
  • A teenage burglar killed three goldfish because he didn’t want to leave any witnesses behind. In his defense, he may just have been reading The Cat in the Hat one too many times. Then again, reading might not be too high on this brainiac’s agenda. [via]
  • I don’t think it will surprise anyone that Donald Rumsfeld is full of shit. This is what I think he himself would call “a known known.”
  • And finally, Wolverine or two Bat Men? [via]