This is the archived text of Blather, a weblog I maintained from 2001 to 2004. 



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From Beyond The Grave

Blather is still closed. I'm spending a lot of time these days reading Mr. Irresponsible's Bad Advice.



And Mr. Gibson Thanks You For Your $17

A Georgia couple really got into it, theologically speaking, after viewing "The Passion of the Christ": Sean and Melissa Davidson ended up debating the film so forcefully that Melissa walked away with injuries to her arm and face and Sean incurred a stigmata-like wound to his hand, although it was inflicted not with a spike but a scissors. Everybody involved seems vaguely embarrassed by the incident. "It was the dumbest thing we've ever done," Melissa says. Adds a Statesboro sheriff's deputy: "Really, it was kind of a pitiful thing.... I think they missed the point." The Smoking Gun has the incident report. (Also via reader Gary I. Selinger of New York.)


I don't understand. What business are you in again?


Blog Fatigue Gets Big Ink

So I've had some nice emails today about Katie Hafner's NYT piece on compulsive blogging, which mentions this weblog in passing. Some of you have also been kind enough to write over the last few weeks, wondering what's become of the daily snarkiness that marked this site until pretty recently. For what it's worth: Blather's been on a little hiatus, and should be back shortly. Check in every once in a while, if that seems like a good use of your time. Or set your newsreader to scour the site for updates. Shiny, futuristic RSS feed lives here. Mmmm... Shiny!


On The Road. (Again?)

Blather's traveling for most of this month. Back in early May.


(I Can't Get No) Shameless Self-Promotion

Three wheels to glory, in this month's Fortune Small Business.


Screw the verdict, where's my check?

Slobodan Milosevic and other war-crimes suspects will be paid for the time they spend cooling their heels in The Hague, under legislation just adopted by the Serbian parliament ("Paying Ruthless Genocidal War Criminals' FedEx Bills Since 2004"). According to Reuters, "The new law provides all Serbian war crimes indictees at the U.N. tribunal with compensation for lost salaries, plus help to spouses, siblings, parents and children for flight and hotel costs, telephone and mail bills, visa fees and legal charges." The mental picture this spawns, of the extended Milosevic family giddily ordering up Spectravision and gobbling seven-dollar Toblerones in a suite at the Amsterdam Hilton, is almost enough to restore your faith in international justice.


I'm on TV! I'm on TV! I'm... Wait. I'm Not on TV.

Ashleigh Banfield, who I used to take a childish delight in poking with a stick back when we were all hot and bothered about Afghanistan, is apparently washed up at NBC, where she has been toiling invisibly for some time. Her representatives are said to be exploring exciting possibilities in syndication. Circle gets the square!