Hilarious deconstruction of the weblog cool kids in TMN today.
I picked up nine business cards that night. I was confused as to what I was supposed to do with them. Do I call these numbers when I need something blogged? Hey, we met at Royal Oak, and I was thinking, Yo La Tengo is cool. Can you blog that for me?
Guy works at Citibank as a full-time employee with insistent bosses. His wife is about to have their baby and he sets aside time off to be a good husband and new dad.
The time comes, the wife goes into labor, and Citibank calls him into work! He has to spend the day in the office with just an hour or so granted for him to run back to the delivery room and see mother and child. The following day he gets brought into work again, this time for a meeting.
When all was said and done, mom and dad had a happy new baby boy.
They named him Chase.
I’m beta testing Gmail. Send me a message, davidwertheimer at gmail dot com. So far it looks pretty sweet. (Review to follow.)
It is only too appropriateâand wonderfully playfulâthat the New York Times tapped in-crowd skewerer Choire Sicha to review “Bergdorf Blondes”. C’mon, Choire, you know you love Burberry tartan.
Always appreciate a company with a sense of humor.
New content over at User Savvy: A review of “Speed Up Your Site,” the useful Web site optimization book by Andrew King.
My dog likes to ride the luggage cart in my apartment building, standing or sitting and watching the world go by as he relaxes. It’s cute, but the real coup will be when I teach him to skateboard.
My dog Charley accompanied me to Florida again last month, where we met up with the in-laws and sister-in-law and her family, including my nephew, Noah, who has a nice personal relationship with the dog.
One evening I go to take Charley for a quick walk and Noah (now three and a half years old) motions to the leash. I hand Noah the reins and the three of us go outside.
As we approach the dog’s preferred area, I tell Noah, “Now, if you say ‘Charley, go pee!’ he’ll pee for us.”
Noah, on cue: “Charley, go pee!”
Charley does his little half-squat-half-leg-lift and begins to relieve himself. Noah, fascinated, slowly cocks his head and body down and sideways to watch the dog go.
Pooch finishes fast. Nephew looks up at me. “Charley go little pee.”
“Yeah, Noah, sometimes he only has to go a little.”
Noah, with pride and his arms outstretched: “I go BIG pee!”