In the immortal words of Snoop, “Damn… you ain’t even wait to get the (expletive deleted) in the house!”
Jim Tomsula out after one season (5-11) with the San Francisco 49ers.
Head coach Mike Pettine and general manager Ray Farmer out in Cleveland.
In the immortal words of Snoop, “Damn… you ain’t even wait to get the (expletive deleted) in the house!”
Jim Tomsula out after one season (5-11) with the San Francisco 49ers.
Head coach Mike Pettine and general manager Ray Farmer out in Cleveland.
Found at Blood Bath and Beyond, and also available from Amazon: Presidents of The United States Volume 8 – Pez Limited Edition Collectible Gift Set.
A better view with some of the packaging removed:
Seriously. How did I live this long without a Richard Nixon Pez dispenser?
All I need now is Lyndon Johnson (who is in Volume 7) and I can do my own remake of Point Break.
(Well, okay, technically, I guess I would also need a Gary Busey Pez dispenser and maybe a Keanu Reeves one, too.)
(“The part of Keanu Reeves is being played by a tongue depressor.”)
(And I should probably get Volume 3 as well, because who doesn’t need Millard Fillmore to go with their Richard Nixon?)
A few nights ago, I had an excellent dinner with a bunch of my friends.
Recent events resulted in the dinner conversation going off on a tangent about Quaaludes and “roofies”, which prompted me to look up Wikipedia’s entry on Quaaludes.
I wasn’t even aware there was such a thing as “Vatican bearer bonds”.
Dr. Wouter Basson is a cardiologist who somehow managed to become head of the South African government’s chemical and biological warfare projects (the “Project Coast” mentioned above).
A metric ton of Quaaludes. Jordan Belfort, call your office, please.
Fiction has to be believable. You can’t put something like a government produced cache containing a metric ton of quaaludes, or a guy walking around with $40 million in bearer bonds from the Vatican, into a novel and expect people to believe you.
Unfortunately, his death seems to have fallen into the holiday gap, so everyone’s running the same AP obit. The LAT link above seems to be the most complete version.
Okay, so it isn’t exactly Ninja Part 3: The Ninjaing. But I was entertained by Pete Wells’ review of Señor Frog’s in the NYT.
(Spoiler: he still liked it better than Guy’s American Kitchen and Bar.)
From the HouChron: off-duty HPD officer lists a couple of personal firearms on Texas Gun Trader, meets up with potential customers, and gets into a shootout.
Mildly interesting, but I call it out here for this quote:
“…from about $300 to almost $2,000”. Wow. That certainly narrows it down.
Seriously, if you don’t have specific information on what Curry (the HPD officer) was selling and how much he was asking, why put that in? Does the HouChron even have editors these days?
…early in the evening on December 30, 1905, Frank Steunenberg, the former governor of Idaho, returned to his home in Caldwell after a busy day downtown. (Among other tasks, Steunenberg renewed his life insurance policy.) He opened the side gate to his home…
…and set off a massive explosion that gravely wounded him. He was carried into his home by family and neighbors, and lingered for a short period of time before succumbing to his injuries around 7:10 PM.
For days thereafter, passerby were picking “little bits” of the governor out of the debris.
What was TMQ’s belated Christmas present?
Oh, nothing, really. Just Chip Kelly being fired as coach of the Eagles. ESPN. Philly.com.
As you may recall, TMQ has been banging the drum for months now, promoting his expectation that Kelly would go back to coaching college ball after this season. Well, he got the first part of his wish. Now let’s see if he gets the second part; we’re thinking there will be some job openings next Monday, and Kelly might be a good fit for another NFL gig.
We hope all of our readers had a good Christmas, and that Santa or Krampus brought you everything you wanted. Sadly, Robot Santa Claus failed to bring us everything we wanted, as far too many of our enemies remain alive. Maybe in 2016. Or maybe we should submit our wish list to Morbo.
It looks like TMQ got what he wanted; a Panthers loss. Does this mean what we fear it means? After the jump, this week’s TMQ…
…on December 29, 1915, Robert Chester Ruark, Jr. was born.
I hadn’t heard of him before the NYT obit, but he led an interesting life: he became an Eagle Scout in 1925. In 1928, he and two other Eagle Scouts were selected to go on a safari with Martin and Osa Johnson; the three Scouts later published a book about their experience. He later went hunting for whales and bears off the Alaskan coast (and wrote another book), flew with Amelia Earhart in an early autogyro, and spent more time in Alaska stomping around with “the Glacier Priest” (and got another book out of that).
This has been floating around for a few days, but I finally found an obit I was willing to link to: George Clayton Johnson. Johnson wrote several of the best “Twilight Zone” episodes (odds are, if the episode you’re trying to remember wasn’t a Matheson episode, it was one of his). He also wrote “The Man Trap” for “Star Trek”, the story that “Ocean’s 11” was based on, and co-wrote “Logan’s Run”.
I think if you do it two years in a row, it becomes a tradition, and you have to keep doing it.
Also, I really do like this song.
Merry Christmas, you guys.
I’ve been threatening to tell this one for a while now. What pushed me over the edge was this (because, hey, Christmas story), and a conversation with my mother about the first “Star Wars”, which filled me with nostalgia. (Or that may have been indigestion from a combination of three cup chicken and the pills I’m taking; sometimes, I can’t tell the difference.)
(We were trying to reconstruct the circumstances around seeing “Star Wars”. My father took my sister and I to the theater at Greenspoint Mall in Houston (which was the closest good one) to see it first run. My younger brother didn’t go with us, because he was roughly 2 1/2. So the questions that came up were: what did we do with him, and when did he first see it? I always thought my dad took us as just a nice gesture, while my mother thinks she had a Tupperware party going on that night and wanted to get us out of the house.)
End of introductory digression.
One year, over the Christmas break from school, I decided I wanted to read Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I’m pretty sure I was in middle school at the time, and to this day I can’t explain what motivated this: perhaps I thought it had a cool title, and I may have read about it elsewhere.
Anyway, I checked it out of the school library and brought it home with me.
Speaking of Ross Thomas, I’ve been meaning to link to (and bookmark) Ethan Iverson’s “Ah, Treachery!” essay for a while now. There are a few things in it that I disagree with, but I think Iverson’s essay is generally perceptive about Thomas and his writing; I find myself referring to it periodically.
Young Joseph Wambaugh and the hobo, from the LAT.
Dave Barry’s year in review, in case you haven’t seen it yet.
For the record: NYT obit for Joe Jamail.