As I am going out for a bit to run some errands.
Yes, not just fan fiction, but fan fiction that’s a cross-over between two of my favorite shows of the 1970s.
No, I haven’t read it. Do I look stupid?
Wait. You weren’t supposed to answer that last question.
…does anybody remember that The Rockford Files had a spin-off? You might could even make an argument that it had two spin-offs, though I don’t think I could defend that.
I believe Lawrence remembers Richie Brockelman, Private Eye, as he seems to cringe every time it comes up in conversation. Not that it comes up that often in conversation, as there were only five actual episodes (not counting the pilot) and two crossovers on The Rockford Files.
I actually have fond memories of the show, but those memories are colored by nostalgia: I haven’t seen an episode since they originally aired, and, as we all know, nostalgia is a moron. Here’s an opening and closing from one of the episodes (I believe this is “Escape From Caine Abel”).
Brings back memories, doesn’t it? Especially with the promos for Columbo and Quincy at the end. Man, that was a golden age.
And in case you were wondering “whatever happened to Dennis Dugan”, the answer is: he’s tight with Adam Sandler.
And, what the heck. I couldn’t find a stand-alone clip of “Captain Freedom”, but here’s something I did find.
(I suppose technically “Hill Street Blues” was a 1980s show, not 1970s. But it has a very late 70s feel to it.)
(Oh, and the non-Rockford non spin-off I was referring to? You could argue that Magnum, P.I. traces lineage to Tom Selleck’s appearances as “Lance White” on the show. Not that I would argue that, but it is a defensible position.)
I never did like The Dukes of Hazzard.
However, the Wikipedia page on the General Lee is interesting.
Even if it doesn’t go into specifics about what kind of gas mileage a 1968 or 1969 Dodge Charger gets. (I have seen estimates elsewhere on the Internet ranging from 9 MPG to 11-13 MPG, so perhaps that tweet isn’t too far off. But those estimates and Wikipedia are distinguished by a notable lack of sources.)
I don't know how I know The General Lee got 11 miles per gallon, but I do.
— Modeled Behavior (@ModeledBehavior) June 19, 2013
What I find even more interesting is that something called a “professional drifter” exists.
I found this at the grocery store yesterday, and it amused me even more than the NCIS car. Plus, you know, it is an actual Hot Wheels car, not some cheap knockoff.
I think this is going to wind up in my collection for now, as my brother’s youngest boy is just a little young to appreciate The Rockford Files. However, I am looking for a Hot Wheels Porsche 911, so the three of us can sit at the kitchen table with it and a copy of the June issue of Road and Track and have an intellectual discussion of why the handling on the early 911s was so vicious.
Oakwood Cemetery, Austin, Texas.
Information about George Wesley Haley is hard to find online. If I dig up anything else, I’ll do an updated post.
Edited to add: here’s a second photo that I think I like just a bit better. Both of these were taken with the Nikon and 18-55 lens, but the second one used aperture priority instead of the auto setting.
I like Ron Franscell’s book The Crime Buff’s Guide to Outlaw Texas
Michener’s grave is actually in Austin Memorial Park Cemetery at 30.3325,-97.753167, at least according to the tag on this photo and Find A Grave.
The Apple Lightning to SD Card Camera Reader does not work with the iPhone.
Even if the clerk at the Apple Store tells you it works great with the iPhone, and you can use it to pull photos off an SD Card and onto your iPhone for further manipulation and uploading, it still doesn’t work. Plugging it in gives you a “This accessory is not supported by iPhone.” message.
I point this out here because it seems to be a common question without an answer on the Apple forums.
Much to their credit, the Apple Store gave me a full refund (no restocking fee) on the device, even though I was outside of the return period by one day. (I bought it a little over two weeks ago, but had not taken it out of the package until yesterday because I hadn’t shot any photos until Sunday.)
I was all set to snark on this NYT headline:
For Its Latest Beer, a Craft Brewer Chooses an Unlikely Pairing: Archaeology
After all, craft brewers going back and doing beer anthropology isn’t exactly a new thing.
However, the paper of record gets a pass from me, because the brewer in question is Great Lakes Brewing Company, a personal favorite of mine.
Sam Kellner believed his son had been sexually abused by a Hasidic cantor. Mr. Kellner lobbied the Brooklyn DA to prosecute the cantor. As a result, he was shunned by his synagogue and other members of the Hasidic community.
The conviction of Mr. Lebovits was reversed:
On the other hand:
The NYT spin on this is that Charles J. Hynes, the Brooklyn DA, gets a lot of political support from the Hasidic community, and is therefore very deferential to their wishes. But if he is so deferential, why did his office bring the case in the first place? It seems like he could easily have ducked the prosecution by claiming the evidence was insufficient or some other issue. The NYT‘s timeline is a little fuzzy, but I’m picking up at least an implication that Hynes’s office had the tape in their possession at the time of the Lebovits trial.
(Also, if you go back to the NYT article on the reversal of the Lebovits conviction, the extortion plot is mentioned in passing by Dershowitz. But the actual reason given by the appeals court for overturning the conviction is not the alleged extortion plot, but a failure by the prosecution to turn over evidence to the defense in a timely fashion.)
NYT obit for the late Harold J. Cromer, also known as “Stumpy”, “half of the vaudevillian duo Stump and Stumpy”.
Recently, a bunch of gas stations in my area rebranded their associated convenience stores/markets as 7-11 franchises. I kind of liked this, as it is nice to be able to stop off and get gas and a Slurpee when it is 101 degrees outside. (Many of the stand-alone 7-11 stores in my area have closed over the past few years.)
But they just can’t stay out of trouble, can they?
More:
I wonder what the cops were drinking, and where they were getting it from. I also wonder if anyone is keeping track of the doughnut inventory at the seized stores.
Deborah Blum, author of The Poisoner’s Handbook: Murder and the Birth of Forensic Medicine in Jazz Age New York
(Blum’s piece is tied to the M.D. Anderson poisoning scandal, which I thought about mentioning last week. But there really wasn’t a lot I could say about it; as Blum notes, ethylene glycol isn’t a particularly exotic poison, and the incident itself seems to be your basic boring lover’s spat.)
(Edited to add: Oh, so that’s where I found the Blum piece! Thanks, Tam! And I wasn’t aware Blum was writing regularly for Wired: I’d read some of her articles in Slate, but none since I gave up on Slate as a site publishing outlandish and ridiculous crap in an attempt to get page views.)
Grave of Frank Hamer, Austin Memorial Park Cemetery, Austin, Texas.
For those of you unfamiliar with the late Mr. Hamer, obviously he was a Texas Ranger, and perhaps one of the most famous of the Rangers. Among other things, Mr. Hamer led the posse that took down Bonnie and Clyde.
American Rifleman profile of Mr. Hamer. Jeff Guinn’s Go Down Together: The True, Untold Story of Bonnie and Clyde
Here’s a second picture that I actually like a little better than the first. It was taken with a different camera (the first one was taken with my Nikon D40X and the 18-55 kit lens). Note that I haven’t done anything to these two photos except crop them: I haven’t manipulated exposure, contrast, or anything else.
(Onion Creek Mosasaur, Texas Memorial Museum, Austin, Texas.)
NYT headline:
I think, with Father’s Day approaching, this is an important safety tip for everyone. A tie may be a good gift for Dad, if he has to wear ties and if you put some thought into it. However, I’d recommend staying away from ties with Nazi iconography, just as a general rule.
Randal Schwartz, call your office please.
(That was perhaps my only disappointment at YAPC. As I noted, I did get to shake Larry Wall’s hand, but I never saw Randal Schwartz; I’m not even sure if he was there.)
There’s a protest singer singing a protest song.
Another NYT headline:
Not Constantinople?
(Technically, I suppose that’s nobody’s business but the Turks. And, I guess, the IOC.)
By way of The Rap Sheet, I have just learned of the passing of Joan Parker, “tireless fundraiser for a host of different charities” and wife of the late great mystery writer Robert B. Parker.
I want to believe the two of them are sitting at heaven’s bar: Mrs. Parker taking small, careful sips of her drink, and Mr. Parker drinking Amstel. (If you can’t get Amstel in heaven, where can you get it? I mean, other than the Netherlands?)
I was out with my mother yesterday afternoon, and we stopped for lunch.
Something about the juxtaposition of the “this way to the bathrooms” and the Emerson quote kicks over my giggle box. I mean, what is the message they’re trying to send here: don’t follow the path to the men’s room, but instead go outside and…shall we say, leave a trail to mark your territory?
(Pieous, Dripping Springs, Texas.)
(By the way, the Bacon Bleu pizza and mozzarella plate were both really, really good.)