- The teacher who sponsors Scholar’s Bowl called Lea this morning to tell her that Aaron made the team! We’re very proud! (This is also a big deal because Nathan tried out as a fourth-grader and didn’t make it. I’m happy for little brother to have a little something on big brother.)
- Alabama will play Oklahoma in the Sugar Bowl, and let’s hope it looks nothing like Alabama’s last appearance in this game.
- As the capper to one of the most incredible turnaround seasons ever, Auburn will play Florida State for the final BCS national title. It is much easier for me to pull for Auburn this time than it was in 2010, and I shall do so enthusiastically. Good luck, guys!
- There are many processed meats for which a slightly healthier alternative made from poultry is available. Many of these are tasty. Turkey pepperoni, however, is disgusting. You’ve been warned.
- Anyone else reclaiming the garage over the holidays? I’m disgusted with myself for letting it get so bad. The smallest task is an ordeal because it’s such a mess.
- Overdue for “Revelation Song” in church. I hope we sing it soon.
- I tried to stir folks up with the latest Arsenic & Old Spice column, appearing on Rocket City Mom tomorrow. Be sure to catch it, and if you disagree you’re wrong, but you’re welcome to wanly try to argue otherwise in the comments. (There; is that enough blood in the water?)
I’m as tacky as they come in plenty of situations, but it’s very much a time and place thing. I can remember watching an IndyCar race with the boys when they were 8 and 5 maybe, and a couple times an hour a commercial would air that started off with a bellowing “Are you ready to kick ass?” This was at 2:00 on a Sunday afternoon on a cable sports channel. Sigh.
Goldberg also mentioned everyone’s current favorite embodiment of skankadelia, Miley Cyrus. That reminded me of a recent musing I had.
Imagine that for her next appearance, on an awards show or whatever, that the curtain rises to reveal a grand piano. Miley Cyrus emerges from stage left in a flattering but tasteful black gown. She acknowledges applause with a wave and a bow. She sits and plays and sings something beautiful, making good use of her range. She finishes. She stands, smiles, bows again, mouths “thank you” a couple of times, and walks back off as the curtain lowers.
Nothing she could do would be as shocking as that.
So asks Reeves Wiedeman, writing for The New Yorker, in this charming examination of the Iron Bowl. (The whole quote is “who are we, in parts of the country with professional sports to cheer and (relatively) thriving economies to enjoy, to deny Alabamans a bit of crowing?” But, my post titles are automatically tweeted, and [...]
We had a major scare this morning when a suspicious package was found on a railroad tanker car filled with hydrogen fluoride. It turned out to be a small package of marijuana, which is kind of a comical end. It was serious for some time, though. Hydrogen fluoride is exceptionally nasty stuff, and best I [...]
I was glad to read this morning that the National Park Service is getting some sustained inquiry into its shock trooper tactics during the shutdown. In case you’ve forgotten, such tactics included: Erecting barricades around open-air monuments that are normally unstaffed Placing traffic cones to prevent photography of Mount Rushmore from the shoulder of a [...]