TMQ is back temporarily, for the first of his two yearly draft columns. We were actually kind of wondering about this; ESPN dropped “Page 2” a couple of weeks ago, and we were unsure if TMQ would stay or go.
Anyway, we are glad to see Easterbrook back, and, after the jump, we will mock his mockery…
Seth Greenberg out as Virginia Tech men’s basketball coach.
He went 170-123 in nine seasons, went to the NIT tourney five times and the NCAA tourney once.
The ESPN article made it sound like his firing was completely unexpected, but the one I’ve chosen to link above indicates the firing had less to do with his record and more to do with turnover among his assistant coaches.
So is the implication here that there was a management problem? Because that’s what I’m picking up from AD Weaver’s statement.
From time to time, when I am out having breakfast (or brunch) with other people, I have jokingly threatened to order the Eggs Benedict Arnold. (This is one of the many reasons why you can’t take me anywhere.)
I have never actually done so. At least, not until today.
No kidding. Those are Eggs Benedict Arnold, an actual dish at Café Blue in Bee Cave. They were quite good. And, even better, they did not try to surrender my stomach to the British an hour later.
Thanks, Mom!
(And thanks to Lawrence and Borepatch for their kind wishes, too. By the way, Lawrence isn’t kidding about that “since God was a corporal” comment.)
I’m taking today off to celebrate my birthday, and to take care of a few minor things.
(I know we joke about the DMV, but, really, why does driver’s license renewal have to be so awful?)
One of the things I have taken care of today is school; I have finished my very last academic assignment before graduation and turned it in. I am still waiting for grades, and there are a couple of surveys I need to dispose of, but I have no more real work to do at this time. Just the long countdown to the ceremony, and a couple of events between now and then.
Anyway, folks, sorry for the slowdown. It has been less academic related, and more that there’s been a dearth of stuff I wanted to write about. As graduation gets closer, I plan to write some about that. I’ve been thinking a lot about higher education, and why I did what I did. I want to put some of those thoughts down. So expect content to pick up soon-ish.
Today’s NYT has a longer followup article about Officer Loor.
I thought I’d wait until this morning to post the Dick Clark obits, since that gives the papers a chance to pull stuff together: NYT. LAT. Onion A/V Club.
The AP is also reporting the death of Greg Ham, of “Men At Work” fame.
This story is too amazing not to blog.
Officer Eder Loor of the NYPD was called out on Tuesday to escort an emotionally disturbed individual to the hospital. During the process of escorting the gentleman, he became upset and attacked Officer Loor with a 3″ knife which
Officer Loor pulled the knife out of his head and was taken to the hospital, where doctors found he was bleeding into his brain.
Doctors stopped the bleeding. Officer Loor has some residual numbness in his face, which is probably due to the fact that the tip of the knife ended up pressing against his trigeminal nerve. Doctors expect the numbness to go away, and expect Officer Loor to recover fully.
Invasive species are good eating.
Frankly, yeah, I can see eating tiger shrimp. The Asian Carp…well, it makes me think of the old joke about how to prepare carp. (Nail it to a board, prop it in front of a fire until one side turns black, turn the board over and wait until the other side turns black, then throw the fish away and eat the board.) I’m not a big chili fan, but nutria bourguignon could be interesting. And as for feral hogs, let me just say two words: feral bacon.
This one goes out to Andrew: how to replace a bridge in a weekend, instead of months.
Oh, look! Greg “Three Cups of Tea” Mortenson is being sued for fraud!
Would it shock you to learn that one of the attorneys for the plaintiffs was also involved in the James Frey lawsuit?
Buy A Gun Day is coming.
Unfortunately, April 15th falls on a Sunday this year, and most of the interesting gun stores around here are closed. (Cabela’s being a notable exception.)
In addition, WCD’s official supplier of fine weapons, Tex-Guns, is taking a vacation this week and won’t reopen until the 17th. Luckily, there are at least two other interesting gun shops I can hit.
The thing is, though, I’m not really wild about BAG Day this year. There are various things going on, but a big factor is that I’m just not seeing that much interesting stuff turn up used. The guys at Tex-Guns have noticed that too; they’re saying that people are holding on to what they’ve got, not making trades. (They have had a couple of interesting Smiths: some K-38 series guns in the 4″ and 6″ lengths, and a 6″ model 19. But all of those are surplus to my requirements at the moment.)
So I’ll probably go out, keep my eyes open, and possibly even run down to Bastrop. But don’t hold your breath waiting for a BAG purchase post, unless I stumble into something neat (like a 4″ K-22).
I was not a big fan of the M1A1 when it was introduced. In retrospect, I was wrong.
How was I to know she was with the Russians too?
Can’t talk about tanks without talking about the Sherman.
So what brings on the tank binge? I don’t usually read this comic, but Popehat pointed to today’s “The Oatmeal”, which I thought was dead on target. Read all the way to the end for the punchline.
Edited to add: Come to think of it, why don’t I read “The Oatmeal”? Fixed.
Several years ago, my aunt and uncle came from Ohio to visit us.
Of course, we wanted to show them a good time while they were visiting. The weekend they were here, Fall Creek Vineyards (whose products I wholeheartedly endorse) was having their annual “grape stomp”.
Now, the grape stomp is a family event, so of course they want to have something for the kids. That year, they happened to have a petting zoo.
While we were there, a non-child (I’d estimate his age at mid-20s to early 30s) picked up a little piglet that was running around the petting zoo.
Bad idea. You could hear the piglet screaming for miles around. Ear-piercing screams. And worse yet, the gentleman in question seemed totally oblivious to the fact that this little piggy was squealing at a decibel level only matched by AC/DC concerts.
I sidled over to my aunt and said, under my breath, “Put. The. Pig. Down. And nobody gets hurt.”
From that point forward, “Put. The. Pig. Down.” has become a family code phrase for “Somebody needs to stop what they’re doing now“.
Why do I bring this up?
Put. The. Lamb. Down. Ed.
(Hattip: my brother, who both understates his Photoshop skills and needs to blog more.)