Today, during lunch at Muze, my iPhone started to vibrate. I checked out the number calling me – it was Morton, who regular readers of this Web log will remember as an inveterate, peripatetic minion of Big Software. We go back a long way, and he’s a friend, of sorts. Tom: Holy smokes, Morton, where… Continue reading Microsoft Bedeviled by Chatbot with a Plaid Dress On
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A Confederacy of Dittoheads Waves the Stars and Bars
Cerise and I were enjoying breakfast in bed Sunday morning when the caller ID displayed a familiar number which, nevertheless, had not appeared there for quite a while – it was the mobile phone number of my dear brother-in-law, Hank. As regular readers of this Web log know, Hank ran off to West Virginia with… Continue reading A Confederacy of Dittoheads Waves the Stars and Bars
Some of Senator Heller’s Best Friends are Ranchers
My one o’clock consultation on Friday was with Jefferson Davis Bedford Forrest Epps III, a key member on the staff of Dean Heller, the junior US senator from Nevada. Entering my office, he quickly selected the chair to the immediate right of my desk, pulled it as close as possible toward me and leaned over… Continue reading Some of Senator Heller’s Best Friends are Ranchers
Send in the Congressmen… Don’t Bother, Steve Stockman’s Here
Around eight-thirty Friday night at the Round Robin Bar in the Willard Hotel, I chanced upon Jefferson Jackson Beauregard Clay III, a key member of Representative Steve Stockman’s staff. He was enjoying a specialty of the house – the branch water mint julep, and the one he was drinking might not have been his first… Continue reading Send in the Congressmen… Don’t Bother, Steve Stockman’s Here