1. I can’t say round-up without visions of dead and dying weeds.
2. Today’s Inigo Montoya moment:
Tilting Delaware bridge called a transportation ‘DEFCON-5. Per the Oracle Wikipedia:
|Readiness condition||Exercise term||Description||Readiness||Color|
|DEFCON 1||COCKED PISTOL||Nuclear war is imminent||Maximum readiness||White|
|DEFCON 2||FAST PACE||Next step to nuclear war||Armed Forces ready to deploy and engage in less than 6 hours||Red|
|DEFCON 3||ROUND HOUSE||Increase in force readiness above that required for normal readiness||Air Force ready to mobilize in 15 minutes||Yellow|
|DEFCON 4||DOUBLE TAKE||Increased intelligence watch and strengthened security measures||Above normal readiness||Green|
|DEFCON 5||FADE OUT||Lowest state of readiness||Normal readiness||Blue|
As is so often the case, we have met the enemy, and he is us: having a giant, critical bridge in Delaware start to fall apart really is DEFCON 5 – normal state of affairs. Nothing to see here, move along.
3. Harvard says library includes book bound in human skin. It is really tempting to write something snotty about Harvard right here, perhaps involving politically incorrect staff or recently deposed presidents. But I’ll try to be nice for a change.
It’s worth noting that the book in question is a French work on mortality and life after death from the 1880s, penned by the hirsute gentleman in the picture. He was flattered to his face and mocked behind his back by Baudelaire – because Houssaye held various gatekeeper functions in the art and literary worlds of the time. 2nd rate talent, first rate wheeler-dealer. So, a doctor friend and admirer decides to get this book of his bound in the skin of a woman mental patient who died of a stroke. Le temp mange le vie!
Ah, the late Romantics! Such tender hearts and soaring spirits!
4. A couple weeks back, was driving to help at a class for parents whose children were to receive First Communion, when, on a quiet residential street, a young man in a Ford Ranger ran a stop sign and destroyed our minivan. He left about 80′ of skid marks, and was still going fast enough on impact to to stave in the passenger side door, set off all the passenger side curtain air bags, and spin the van 110 degrees.
On a quiet residential street. Where kids, pets, and little old ladies hang out. Less than 2 blocks from a grade school and a church.
Nobody was seriously hurt (I’ve merely been a little achy from being spun around; the other driver and his passenger said they were OK), so it took an hour for me to finally go: what the hell? Don’t know if the cops from the 4 squad cars that showed up arrested the guy or not. I just wanted to get the car towed and go home. But, seriously: what the hell?
5. Finally, this from the OFloinn:
Just because President A was/is terrible doesn’t mean President B isn’t/wasn’t terrible, too.