Steve Jobs Hates Java, Gruber Agrees

On daringfireball
Jobs may well be spinning with his statements regarding third-party iPhone apps in general (and I hope he is), but his disdain for Java is completely straightforward. Java is no more relevant to iPhone app development than it is to Mac app development. iPhone apps are written in Cocoa and are designed specifically for the iPhone user interface. Cross-platform crippity-crap Java apps would stick out just as sorely on the iPhone as they do on the Mac.
(emphasis mine)
Crippity-crap Java Apps.
Sigh.

Can't these people just home-school and leave us alone?

School board folds when banjo pickers complain. (apologies to the banjo players in the audience)
"Condoms don't belong in school, and neither does Al Gore. He's not a schoolteacher," said Frosty Hardison, a parent of seven who also said that he believes the Earth is 14,000 years old. "The information that's being presented is a very cockeyed view of what the truth is. ... The Bible says that in the end times everything will burn up, but that perspective isn't in the DVD."
The issue isn't Frosty, he's free to be as ignorant as he'd like, the issue is the school board folding so easily.

Jokes

via daring fireball.

The 100 funniest jokes. (not all kid friendly)

Sample:
A guy joins a monastery and takes a vow of silence: he’s allowed to say two words every seven years. After the first seven years, the elders bring him in and ask for his two words. "Cold floors," he says. They nod and send him away. Seven more years pass. They bring him back in and ask for his two words. He clears his throats and says, "Bad food." They nod and send him away. Seven more years pass. They bring him in for his two words. "I quit," he says. "That’s not surprising," the elders say. "You’ve done nothing but complain since you got here."

Frances Grimm

Frances Grimm was my grandfather's sister. Her son, Lee, is my namesake. Frances died in the 20s, in her 20s. My great-grandmother took in her kids, Bob, Lee and a sister who moved away and whose name escapes me.

Lee died shortly after WW II, not of war injuries (just for the record, although he served. I used his Army backpack when I was in the scouts. Having just said that, I wonder why we'd have his old backpack.)

The sister moved away from the home town and, while she came to my grandmother's funeral, we've lost touch.

Bob stuck around the old home town. He died 5 or 6 years ago. His widow, Millie, just sent mom this picture.

Great-Grandma was a hoot, btw. Lived on a farm. Shot a rodent that was rooting around the barn when she was well in to her 80s. I got introduced to politics watching the 1968 Democratic convention on TV at her house while the rest of the family was at Cedar Point. Great-Grandma was watching me because I was sick.

Update: The sister's name is Janet Louise, but she goes by Jean.