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Tetrominos and Porcupine Fish
Some baseball people will say the record least likely to ever be broken is Johnny Vander Meer’s consecutive no-hitters. To break it, you’d have to pitch three consecutive no-hitters. Pitchers can barely pitch complete games these days.
JVM accomplished his feat for Cincy on June 11 and 15 in 1938. The first was against the Boston Bees and the second against the Brooklyn Dodgers. Amazingly, the game against Brooklyn was the first ever night game at Ebbets Field. How cool is that? He may not have been at the top of his game that night — he walked seven batters and was helped out by some spectacular fielding plays. Still. No hits.
Vander Meer came to mind today because of another unbreakable record of sorts set by a 51-year-old Florida woman named Susan Avalon, who is being charged with killing two ex-husbands on the same day. The previous record was one.
I know what you’re thinking, readers — Does this look like the face of a killer? Well, yeah, sorta.
The fateful and fatal day was last Wednesday, December 17. Police in Bradenton FL responded to a call and found a man who had been shot. Before he died, he told them his ex-wife Susan shot him. (Note: He would not have been able to tell them after he died.)
That evening, 125 miles away in Citrus County FL, Susan grabbed a Panera soup from a nearby store, without paying for it, and showed up at the second victim’s door. The authorities state that it is not clear at this time whether it was Autumn Squash or Broccoli Cheddar. Both are quite good, if a little salty. The victim’s daughter’s statement led them to Susan, his ex-wife. The police found her at her home, cleaning her car with bleach. (Not kidding.) When they approached her and said they wanted to talk to her about her ex-husband, she responded: “Which one?” (Still, not kidding.)
That story is from People magazine, as recounted by AOL, so you know it has to be true.
Andy Spragg, one of my brothers in the Dull Men’s Club (UK) posted the following, with the photo:
“Farewell then, old friend. You were approaching your best before date when we bought you for 40p from a little delicatessen in Rothbury several years ago, and you’ve given us quiet ongoing service, adding the colour brown to myriad dishes, ever since. Until last night, when you finally ejected your last aliquot. The hole you have left in our fridge door will take big boots to fill.”
Sarah Jenkin-Green: I’m in shock at the Lea and Perrins in the fridge, it doesn’t need refrigerating.
Heather Hughson: I just put some mint sauce in my peas, said to expire Sept 2023. Still a few more good years to come!
Brian Taylor:
Avi Liveson: There are labs in the U.S. growing tomatoes with “Best By” dates emblazoned on them. (It’s possible I only dreamt that. Hard to tell since hitting 75.)
The big (Sunday) puzzle today was a classic. Brilliant, IMO. It was by David Kwong a professional magician and was called “Present Time.” The “presents” were Xmas presents under the tree. There were six. So, we needed six trees. For these there were six rebuses, one tree each. E.g., CLAREN[CE DAR]ROW gave us the CEDAR, all squooshed into one square. It was crossed by DAN[CED AR]OUND. We got an oak via I’M S[OAK]ED, crossed by PRELUDE TO A KISS (Duke Ellington song). Four other crossings similarly gave us ELM, PINE, ASH, and PALM rebuses. OK, take a breath.
Then, the square under each “tree-rebus” was circled, representing the present “under the tree.” So you had six presents: six circled squares. Reading the letters in those squares left-to-right gave you two more trees: FIR and YEW. And, finally, since the presents spelled out FIR + YEW, you should read it as “FOR YOU.” Hope you were able to follow.
At 94A, “Kind of cipher in which A becomes B, B becomes C, e.g.,” was CAESAR. It’s referring to a code in which you just bump each letter up by one. So, CHEESE becomes DIFFTF. It’s called Caesar because that’s the code he used when communicating. And that’s why you often hear of his exasperated friends saying, “C’mon, Julie, what the fuck are you getting at?” It could also be why they stabbed him. It was annoying as hell.
Also learned about the TETROMINO. It’s like a domino but with four squares instead of two. “Game piece made of four squares.” They are the pieces used in Tetris.
Also learned about the PORCUPINE FISH today. They are exactly what you’d think they are.
This story in today’s Met Diary is by Naomi Malka and is called “Taste Test.”
Dear Diary:
The day after Thanksgiving, a question arose: What does one eat next?
For a family ranging in age from 8 to 80, keeping a festive mood through the weekend required a new idea. Someone suggested a blind taste test of Upper West Side pizzas.
Soon, ballots were printed and categories debated: sauce, crust, mouth feel, overall taste. Three pies lined the kitchen counter.
When the votes were tallied, the winner came from a spot near 105th Street and Broadway. There were leftovers, and the three youngest members of the group and their aunt carried one box back to their apartment.
At West End Avenue and 70th Street, they were stopped by a sanitation truck. The driver got out and smiled.
“What’s the best pizza around here?” he asked.
“We actually just decided,” one of the kids said.
They explained their ranking system and even offered the man a slice.
He shook his head, laughing.
“We see a lot of different pizza boxes in the garbage,” he said. “We were hoping for a local opinion. Middle of the shift, we get hungry out here.”
He climbed back into the truck, waved and drove off.
We’ll let this pretty song close for us tonight. The band is Hem (from Brooklyn!), and that’s Sally Ellyson’s voice.
It’s colder than hell
This time of the year
The moon is bright
The night is clear
And I’m out on a road
The homes that I see
They’re all safe and warm
But they’re not for meAll I know is I want to be with you for Christmas
See you tomorrow!
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Dogsbody
Cliff Rose of the Dull Men’s Club (UK) posts:
I spend more time than I ought to wondering what selection criteria people use when choosing a parking space. Will it be far away from other cars in the row ? Or as close as possible, even if there are loads of empty spaces ?
Here we have a picture of the car park by a lake where my doggy gets his morning walk. When we arrived today the car park was empty and I selected the first convenient space on the left.
When doggy and I returned from our walk around the lake there were three more cars in the car park. One had taken a space in the opposite row and away from mine. One had taken a space in the row on the same side and again well away from mine.
But one had taken the very next space to mine, and not only that, made sure we both had to struggle to use our drivers’ door……
WHY DO PEOPLE DO THIS
??
Phil Goodchild: Now this is a pet peeve, it has happened to me on a few occasions, just why the eff does some twerp decide to park in the space next to where I have parked in an empty car park. I feel they must have issues.
Andy Sutherland: Infuriating!
Avi Liveson: I have no idea, but if it’s a gent, try to find out which urinal he uses in public restrooms.
Cliff replied: Actually I’m pretty sure it was a lady, which, thinking about it, probably explains why ladies go in twos to the ladies.
Neil Stewart: There are a number of drivers who can only park if they can align their vehicle alongside another one. Genuinely. I have no idea what they do if they find a completely empty car park. Try to find a wall to line up with I suppose. Maybe it’s an anxiety thing, maybe they just want to make sure they’re doing the right thing, perhaps they’re in Narcotics Anonymous and white lines are triggering for them. Some people might say “these drivers shouldn’t be on the road, then” and such people would get a “well no, no they shouldn’t, should they” from me, and perhaps a mince pie.
This was the Poetry Foundation’s poem of the day today. It’s called “son/daughter” and is by Kai Conradi. (The spacing may be a bit screwy if you read this on your phone or a small screen.)
In a dream my dad fell
from the top of a steep white mountain
down into a blue crevasse
like the space between two waves
where the light shines through just enough
to tell you
you will miss this life dearly.The falling took years.
I could hear him moving through air and then finally nothing.
In another dream my dad was an angel
his see-through body dangling in the air
floating above me face shimmery like tinfoil
and I cried and cried when he told me
I can’t come back to earth now not ever.
When my dad told me
You will always be my daughter
maybe it was like that.
Will I be allowed to come back to earth
and be your son?
From The Onion:
Student Who’s Been In 3 School Shootings Starting To Think This Might Be About Him
This is Joey. Merry Xmas. (From Rex’s pet pix) Or, to use the vernacular: woof, woof.
Speaking of Joey, the clue at 7D today was “Dogsbody.” It’s a British term. It started out as the term for pea soup that sailors got tired of eating every day at sea, but ended up meaning “poor slob who does all the dirty work.” In the puzzle, the answer was ERRAND BOY.
For the clue “Extremely rare, facetiously,” the answer was STILL MOOING. Get it? You order your steak rare and when it comes you complain that it’s not rare enough and the waiter says, “If it were any rarer, it would still be mooing.” I was first made aware of the quip by a friend in Rochester who told the story of a waiter in England meeting such a complaint with “Sir, I’ve seen cows cooked longer than that and live.”
I think my favorite clue today was at 45A: “[womp, womp].” Answer: SAD TROMBONE.
That’s my grandniece Maeven on the right. She’s saying: “The Epstein files? Not in our lifetimes.”
Let’s close with a pretty face. The clue at 42D was “Day at the movies.” Answer: DORIS, of course. Doris Day’s name at birth was Doris Kappelhoff. Born in Cincy, she died at the age of 97 in California. She had one child, a son, Terry Melcher, who died at the age of 62 in 2004, fifteen years before Doris passed. Terry was a music producer who worked a bit with the Beach Boys but was best known for producing the Byrds’ two big first albums: Mr. Tambourine Man, and Turn! Turn! Turn! It was he who made the decision to go with three “Turns!” rather than two or four. (No it wasn’t.)
Before we go on to chat a bit about Melcher, here’s a nice shot Phil got for us of Doris Day.
Wait. Phil, you sure that’s Doris?
Anyway, Melcher’s girlfriend was the actress Candice Bergen (yes, that one) when he met Charles Manson (yes, that one) via Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys. Manson was an aspiring musician before he was a homicidal maniac. Two of his songs were recorded by the Beach Boys. Melcher auditioned Manson but decided not to work with him. After Melcher and Bergen moved to a new home, Roman Polanski and Sharon Tate moved in to their old home and it was there that the Manson murders took place. Manson may have been motivated in part by anger at being rejected by Melcher, but he should have known Melcher had moved so the connection is unclear.
Melcher continued a successful career and later co-wrote the Beach Boys hit Kokomo. He stayed close with his mom his whole life. He co-produced the cable show Doris Day’s Best Friends, and worked as the director of the Doris Day Animal Foundation. Woof woof.
Sharon Tate was only 26 when she was murdered. Looks a little like Pam Bondi, no?
See you tomorrow Chatterheads!
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The Silent Dominion of Starlight
The Times was wise to assign the movie “The Housemaid” to Alissa Wilkinson to review. Sydney Sweeney is in it so any hetero male who reviewed it would just come up with blubbering and drooling.
It’s a favorable review, especially for most of the cast, including Syd. She (the reviewer) urges us to see it in the theater. “That’s where I saw it, with a full house of ordinary moviegoers who seemed to be having a blast. They chuckled, they clapped, they occasionally warned the characters to watch out. When a guy in the middle of the theater made a joke at the very end, the whole crowd burst out laughing, and we all left in a good mood. In line for the bathroom afterward, I listened as people talked about how much they enjoyed that movie.”
BTW, you may have heard that Musk came under fire for creepy remarks he made about Sweeney’s physical endowments. Implying her ample chest must put a strain on her back, he opined “It can’t be easy.” What an idiot.
Phil and she hit it off, we were happy to hear (see S’s smile, below). She promised to stop by for a Diet Coke the next time she’s in Jersey. Which, let’s see, should probably be around . . . never. D’oh!
Apologies are in order to all of you who wrote in complaining about our skimpy coverage of the Sirens game Weds nite, asking for more details. As we noted, the Sirens played a good aggressive game, but were thwarted at every turn by the Fleet goalie, Aerin Frankel. The decisive goal was scored early in the second period by Ella Huber, Boston’s 23-year-old forward from Northfield IL. Ella played college hockey for UMinny and reps the US in international play. Sorry fellas — she’s dating Matt Knies, who also plays pro hockey, up in Toronto for the Maple Leaves. I’d keep my distance unless you have excellent dental insurance.
Here are Ella and Matt in front of historic Scotiabank Arena in Toronto, where the Maple Leaves play.
From The Onion:
Trump Assures Struggling Nation He Has Plenty Of Money
Twas the Friday before Xmas . . . and here’s a holiday song for us bluegrass fans with Molly Tuttle. She’s new to me — thanks Son Volt!
Let’s share a yard of ale and toast the future. In the puzzle today, at 6D the clue was “Yard sale?” and the answer was ALE.
It should hold about 48 oz. Burp!
Probably best not to walk around barefoot after drinking one. At 3D, the clue was “They may recently have been in a jam,” and the answer was STUBBED TOES.
There is apparently a category of cartoons called “arthritis cartoons” (not kidding), within which this is funny. Maybe.
Here are some more:
Back to the puzzle, 38A was a little sobering: “Suddenly kicks the bucket.” Answer: DROPS DEAD. Yikes! Rex said it was his favorite answer. It is fairly fresh, for Crossworld.
I’ll be the first to admit I have no understanding of an enormous number of pro football rules. Stuff like what’s an illegal formation, the requirements for linemen lining up, and the like. But I get the basic stuff and could thus appreciate the play everyone is talking about from last night’s excellent Seahawks-Rams game.
Seattle was going for a two-point conversion to tie the game at 30-all in the fourth quarter. Sam Darnold threw a screen pass to Zach Charbonnet (a running back; not a dry French wine), that was knocked down by Jared Verse, a Ram defender (and the brother of Uni, Blank, and Per). Incomplete pass, play over, right? Not so fast!
Astute officials noticed it was a backwards pass — not a forward pass. That makes it a live ball when knocked down, not an incomplete pass. Charbonnet picked it up in the end zone for the score. Replays show it was definitely a backward pass. But some argue that even if that were the case, the whistle blew so it was a dead ball and not a score. Al Michaels said the whistle did not blow, but the question persists in some minds. The game turned on the play. And the season may turn on the game, given its effect on playoff positioning.
Here’s Sam Darnold when he was with the Jets. Note the “why me, Lord?” look. Sam gained some notoriety as a Jet for his remark after a game in which his offensive line gave him little-to-no protection. “I’m seeing ghosts out there,” he said. He speaks of his days with the Jets like tortured Iraqis speak of their time in Saddam Hussain’s prisons.
It seems like it’s been forever since we’ve read a poem by Ted Kooser together. This one is from Winter Morning Walks, dated “february 19, Thirty-five degrees and drizzling.”
When I switched on a light in the barn loft
late last night, I frightened four flickers
hanging inside, peering out through their holes.
Confused by the light, they began to fly
wildly from one end to the other,
their yellow wings slapping the tin sheets
of the roof, striking the walls, scrabbling
and falling. I cut the light
and stumbled down and out the door and stood
in the silent dominion of starlight
till all five of our hearts settled down.
I hope it didn’t take too long. Thanks for stopping in. See you tomorrow!
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Plump Old Women
You are all already suitably horrified by Trump’s reaction to the Reiner killings, I’m sure. Even some of his supporters were impressed, negatively, I mean. Here’s some of what David Remnick of The New Yorker wrote on it.
“After a decade of constant presence on the political stage, Trump no longer seems capable of shocking anyone with the brutality of his language or the heedlessness of his behavior. And yet the President really did seem to break through to a new level of degradation this week.
“. . . And so it is worth asking, do you know anyone quite as malevolent? At your place of work? On your campus? A colleague? A teacher? Much less someone whose impulses and furies in no small measure dictate the direction, fate, and temper of the country? Have you ever in your life encountered a character as wretched as Donald Trump?”
“He says such horrible things. You have to wonder how he sleeps at televised afternoon meetings.”
This poem is called “Cardinals.” It’s by John L. Stanizzi. It’s from yesterday’s Writer’s Almanac.
for Carol
I had seen them in the tree,
and heard they mate for life,
so I hung a bird feeder
and waited.
By the third day,
sparrows and purple finches
hovered and jockeyed
like a swarm of bees
fighting over one flower.
So I hung another feeder,
but the squabbling continued
and the seed spilled
like a shower
of tiny meteors
onto the ground
where starlings
had congregated,
and blue jays,
annoyed at the world,
disrupted everyone
except the mourning doves,
who ambled around
like plump old women
poking for the firmest
head of lettuce.Then early one evening
they came,
the only ones—
she stood
on the periphery
of the small galaxy of seed;
he hopped
among the nuggets,
calmly chose
one seed at a time,
carried it to her,
placed it in her beak;
she, head tilted,
accepted it.
Then they fluffed,
hopped together,
did it all over again.And filled with love,
I phoned to tell you,
over and over,
about each time
he celebrated
being there,
all alone,
with her.
“Did you say you needed a six-pin-to-eight-pin FireWire for a 2006 MacBook?”
In the puzzle today, at 33D the clue was “Knockoff version of a bejeweled Imperial egg, e.g.” and the answer was FAUXBERGE. Get it? A cute portmanteau.
I thought 43A would raise a few eyebrows for awkwardness. The clue was “Botch,” and the answer MISDO. Commenter MichGirl asked: “Are we not going to talk about MISDO?,” and I replied: “I’d rather we MISDON’T.”
BRETT was in the puzzle, clued via her role in “The Sun Also Rises,” which Rex, surprisingly for an English prof, said he never read. I posted the following on it:
In an episode of Cheers, Diane mentions “The Sun Also Rises,” and Sam says “Well, that’s profound.” Actually, Diane purchased a first edition for a pretty penny and lent it to Sam. Sam being Sam, he took it to read in the bathtub and dropped it in. Brought it back all bloated.
Remember that one, anybody? Ava Gardner played Brett in the movie, totally on fleek. Hubba hubba.
JEN Tulloch was in the grid too, clued with her role in Severance. I saw a few episodes but didn’t get hooked. Don’t recall seeing Jen. She’s from Kentucky, 42, and gay. Here she is. Phil couldn’t fit all the hair in one shot.
Have to go back to you-know-whom. Sorry, but the plaques are simply beyond hysterical. I will tell you up front I am not making this up, but you may still not believe me. Trump has f*cked with the presidential portraits in the White House. He took a Sharpie and drew a moustache and glasses on Obama. No, he didn’t do that, but the rest of this is true: He has rewritten the plaques under them. First, he replaced Biden’s portrait with a photo of an autopen. (See, I told you you wouldn’t believe me. See below.) Under it, the new plaque he made up starts: “Sleepy Joe Biden was, by far, the worst President in American History. Taking office as a result of the most corrupt Election ever seen in the United States, Biden oversaw a series of unprecedented disasters that brought our Nation to the brink of destruction….”
Obama’s new plaque says he “was one of the most divisive political figures in American History,” who “passed the highly ineffective ‘Unaffordable’ Care Act.”
The plaque for Ronald Reagan claims he was “a fan of President Donald J. Trump long before President Trump’s Historic run for the White House.”
You can imagine the bloviating in the ones he wrote for himself. Stuff like “”the Greatest Economy in the History of the World.”
White House press secretary Karoline Leavitt said the plaques feature “eloquently written descriptions of each President and the legacy they left behind,” adding that “many were written directly by the President himself.”
No kidding.
OMG, there is nothing sexier than KL in full Trump mode. Amirite, fellas? Definitely hotter with the cross.
Had a blast at the Sirens game last night, but, alas, our good-luck streak ended at two. The Boston Fleet took it to us 2-0. It felt like we outplayed them on the ice — and we did have more shots on goal than they did (33-21), but their goalie, Aerin Frankel, was a rock. It was a tough order: Boston is 5-0 now (and the Sirens fell to 2-4), but we battled every inch of the way. Next time, girls!
See you tomorrow, Chatterheads. Thanks for popping in!
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Walkin’ the Floor
We were bigger fans of his dad, Carl Reiner, but how could you not love Rob too. Carl and Mel Brooks’ Two-Thousand-Year-Old Man, and then the great Dick Van Dyck Show were two humor benchmarks of our youth through high school. And Rob gave us the single funniest moment in the history of the cinema in When Harry. Rest in peace Michele and Rob. Here are Carl and Rob.
This poem by Yahya Frederickson is called “News.” It’s today’s Poets.org Poem-A-Day.
Before breakfast, we drive into town
to buy a Star Tribune for my father,
who usually rides along, but today sleeps late.
From the passenger seat, you stuff
my mouth with a saucer peach. For energy,you say, my fog before food well-known.
The beige flesh tastes like jasmine.
Honey. A Persian fairy tale.
In his La-Z-Boy near the big window,
my father will read a section, nod off,wake, read another, all afternoon.
You and I no longer bother—every day
the same: people killing, being killed.
Instead, we cook, clean. We look
after my father, keep our kids busy.At the One-Stop, I take a copy
off the dwindling stack, set my father’s exact
change into the cashier’s tattooed hand—
my daily deadline met. Heading home,
you spot it first, uphill, in a birch,glowing, a blue pilot light. A flaming
blue arrow shooting toward us. I can’t
stop, can’t swerve, it strikes our windshield.
I see it in the rearview mirror glance
onto the shoulder. Maybe it’s still alive,you pray. Maybe we can put it in a box
until it’s well. So I reverse, hope it flies away.
Could I mercy-kill it under a wheel?
Standing by, we watch a wing flail once,
an eye shut, the end. Even a little deathsucks out our air. Where it hit gravel,
one feather sticks up. Such color!
Lapis-and-turquoise filigree.
We kick a shallow grave with our heels,
and deliver my father the news.
Before we let go of yesterday, we need to say hi to Ernest TUBB, who visited at 38D with “Ernest in the Country Music Hall of Fame.” One of those little doors that the puzzle can open for us led commenter CDilly52 to share this story.
My wonderful husband, a brilliant man, superb musician (percussionist), adoring father, and as near perfect as a human can be, had his oddities – two of them to be specific. He loved “The Beverly Hillbillies” and “The Grand Old Opry.” He taught me so much about the history of country music and I have an intellectual appreciation for its place in American music and American history. At least the older country music.
Ernest Tubb was one of the earliest country super stars. If memory serves, he was a Texan, born sometime before 1920. I’m fairly sure that his most famous song was “Walkin’ the Floor Over You.” Why I know that particular song and its author is because it featured prominently in my labor and delivery.
Had medicine believed that women could in fact have Ankylosing Spondylitis back in 1978, I would have had the cesarean the OB nurses snd docs were begging my husband to convince me to have. But “Real Women” in those halcyon days of the Women’s Movement had natural childbirth. Period. Back then, we were downright rabid about it. After all, pioneer women took a break from spinning and weaving and threshing and cooking and cleaning and sewing and farming and milking and boiling the laundry and making the soap and . . . you get it. If they were in the fields when in late stage labor , they just walked over to the nearest tree, gave birth, ripped their petticoat, swaddled baby and went back to work, right? Anyway, I refused.
My poor husband hung in there for almost 40 hours of brutal transition labor trying to do all the things he learned in our childbirth class in between begging me to have the caesarean. He was frustrated. Hell, he was mad at my stubbornness. I was mad at everybody. So he started pacing and humming in between the doc or a nurse dropping by to check that there wasn’t any emergency brewing so they could override my pigheadedness.
I finally yelled at my pacing, humming husband, and asked “What the !$#* are you doing?!” The answer was in song, “I’m walking the floor over you/ I can’t sleep a wink, that is true/I’m hopin’ and I’m prayin’ as my heart breaks right in two/Walkin’ the floor over you.”
Right about then the baby’s BP started to drop and someone yelled “Get me an OR NOW!” Simultaneously, Mother Nature let me know that she was in charge and we were doing this thing. As the hoard of people started racing my bed down a hallway presumably toward the OR, everyone yelling “DON’T PUSH,” I was yelling STOPSTOPSTOPSTOP!! We never got to the OR and our daughter was mostly born in the hallway at Oklahoma University Hospital. We made it to a delivery room to finish the job, cut the cord etc.
Our daughter, Katherine has a stubborn streak. Occasionally when it would become parentally frustrating, Dad would say something to her (so I could hear) like “Ernest, there’s more than one way to skin this cat.” She would just roll her eyes and say, “Dad, I’m doing it my way.” That’s why I know some stuff about Ernest TUBB.
Some cute cluing today.
“One in a box at the theater?” Answer: RAISINET.
“You might heave a big one.” Answer: SIGH
“Person in hot pants?” Answer: LIAR
At 11D for “Easily found on the internet, say,” the answer was GOOGLEABLE. Egs made a slight adjustment at the end to give us this biblical exchange:
God: Where’s your brother?
Cain: GOOGLE ABEL.
At 38A, “Words of communal support” was WE CARE. Son Volt linked it to this Clash lyric for us:
There ain’t no German girl outside
But who cares when it’s warm inside?
Breaking news from The Onion:
Merriam-Webster Accused Of Bias After “Dictionary” Named Word Of The Year
[OC Note: Actually, SLOP was the word of the year. Not kidding.]
Finally, this is Romy Reiner, 28. She found them. Hard to imagine.
See you tomorrow.
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Fittin’ To Get Crunk
Among the morons who comprise the Republican GOP Senatorial roster, Ron Johnson stands out. And that’s saying something. You’d think he’d be a son of Alabama, Mississippi, or Arkansas — you know, states with no interest in education, but he’s from a real state: Wisconsin. Go figure. Anyway, Johnson is supporting a discredited doctor’s claims that chlorine dioxide, a chemical used for disinfecting and bleaching (think swimming pools), can help treat autism, COVID, cancer and a host of other ailments. Needless to say, he also parrots RFK Jr. in dissing the measles vaccine. How this buffoon can dress himself in the morning, let alone get elected to the Senate is one of life’s great mysteries.
Here he is, trying to clap his hands, a skill most of us master before turning one. You can do it RJ!! Maybe put your toy down first.
At the other extreme of humanity, Buzz Aldrin is the oldest living astronaut: he’ll turn 96 next month, kinehora. Many people (I would guess) can name Neil Armstrong as the first man to walk on the moon, but can you name the second? It was Buzz. He’s a Jersey boy, born in Glen Ridge. MIT-educated, in addition to his spacework, he was an aeronautical engineer and fighter pilot. If none of that impresses you, he married this babe on his 93rd birthday. Hubba hubba!**
That’s Anca Faur, and she’s not just a pretty face. Buzz met her working: she was a highly accomplished chemical engineer. Sadly, she passed away last year at the age of 66, just three years into their marriage. They met back in 2017 and Buzz described her as the love of his life. On their wedding day, he said they were as excited as eloping teenagers. I can believe it.
**[OC note: Looked up “hubba hubba:” an exclamation used to express approval, excitement, or enthusiasm, especially with regard to a person’s appearance. We like the example they provided: “In walks the willowy Juanita. Hubba hubba!”]
Buzz was in the puzzle yesterday (ALDRIN) with the funny clue: “Interview guest whom Ali G calls ‘my man Buzz Lightyear here.’” Even funnier is this clip Rex shared with us from Aldrin’s guest appearance on The Simpsons. “Careful! They’re ruffled!”
Rex was crankily unimpressed with yesterday’s puzzle. Gave it only two stars (out of five) in his new rating system. Things like OAHUAN bother him. (“Resident of Honolulu, e.g..”) Here’s what he wrote on it: “I’ve had to suffer through UTAHN and UTAHAN and god knows how many other odd demonyms, but OAHUAN feels outerspaceian. Is MAUIAN a thing? MAUWEGIAN? Needless to say, OAHUAN is a debut. My apologies to all the proud OAHUANs out there, but do you really call yourselves that?”
There were nine theme answers, which is a lot. And each of them had embedded within it a state name, but with one letter off. E.g., do you see how DENVER MINT has Vermont in there, but with an I replacing the O? Another one was DRUM LINES, with Maine tucked in there with the A replaced by an L. (The “revealer answer” was ALTERED STATES, clued via the 1980 horror flick.) So that happened nine times AND, as an extra kicker, the misplaced letters spelled (in order) MISPLACED. Pretty neat wordplay overall, IMO. And one of the co-constructors, Zachary Edward-Brown, is a 16-year-old high school junior.
This was neat too: At 42D, for ELISHA, the clue was “Engineer Gray who, arguably, invented the telephone — and battled Alexander Graham Bell over it in court for years.” You hear of this? From Wikipedia: Some recent authors have argued that Elisha Gray should be considered the true inventor of the telephone because Alexander Graham Bell allegedly stole the idea of the liquid transmitter from him. Although Gray had been using liquid transmitters in his telephone experiments for more than two years previously, Bell’s telephone patent was upheld in numerous court decisions.
At 26D, for the clue “Urban safety hazard” the answer was FIRE TRAP. Any word in that clue trouble you? Commenter Gary felt there was no need to make it “urban.” Here’s his comment on that and the DENVER MINT:
“Why isn’t a FIRE TRAP a safety hazard everywhere? You’re in a cardboard box on fire next to the freeway. FIRE TRAP. In a garage in suburbia filled with cans of paint and a gas can on fire. FIRE TRAP. In a corn field with your pants on fire from the lies you tell. FIRE TRAP. Surrounded by tumbleweeds aflame in the badlands. FIRE TRAP. In one of those little shrines in some seacoast village in Greece with a zillion candles on a rack. FIRE TRAP, probably.
“I used to live a few blocks from the DENVER MINT, but I never got any free pennies. When we were kids you could tour the facility, but once you’ve gone as a 7-year-old, you feel like you know all that is knowable about pennies and you never go back. The minute I moved away, they stopped making pennies. Apparently I was the magic.”
For those of you young enough to have never seen a penny, here’s what they looked like. It used to just cost one for your thoughts. Now they go for a nickel. Except for mine, which, as should be obvious to readers by how, are worthless.
Who doesn’t remember and love the song “Rubber Duckie?” It was in the clue for ERNIE: “He had a Billboard Hot 100 hit with “Rubber Duckie.” It reached #16!
Warning: The following clip contains a bathtub scene with nudity.
It led one commenter to this memory:
“Rubber Ducky, huh. I accompanied it once on stage. It was supposed to be a children’s concert, but the music wasn’t mostly all that child-friendly. An opera singer decided that instead of the aria they were expecting him to sing, he would go Sesame Street on them. It was a huge hit. He had been in the auditions for the Met as a young lad, but his dad came home from Korea with no legs, so he had to give up trying for a career to take care of him. He sold shoes for a living in a downtown department store, and in his spare time mostly sang his beloved operatic staples wherever anybody would let him, whether they wanted them or not. But he had gotten old by the date in question and thought he’d try something different. And that’s how I remember him.”
The clue at 5D was “Artist Henri de ___-Lautrec.” The answer (TOULOUSE, of course), set off a torrent of puns. First there was a splash of complaints from (mostly) seniors who couldn’t remember the correct spelling. Then I kicked in with: “Easy to confuse the artist in the puzzle with Tollhouse Lautrec, famous for his Still Life With Cookies series.”
Then commenter Bob M. went a bit nuts with: One day in late-19th century Paris the artist L’ Autrec finds it very cold in his rented apartment. He asks his wife, “Who turned off DEGAS, Anne?” CEZ ANNE in reply, “We didn’t pay the bill. We were short of MONET.” He snarls, “That’s because you’re TOULOUSE with our checkbook. Now we might have problems trying to RENOIR lease.”
To which I noted: There’s no such thing as too MANET puns. But I’m glad you stayed away from PICASSO.
I’ll challenge any of you to get 11D right: “On ____ (looking great, in slang).” FLEEK? SRSLY? “On fleek?” Per Rex: “‘On FLEEK’ was a social media phenomenon for a hot second in the mid ’10s, and then poof, gone—like so many hyper-brief faddish expressions.”
In the summer of 2014, Kayla Newman, also known as “Peaches Monroee,” uploaded a video to Vine to show off her freshly groomed eyebrows. “We in this bitch fittin to get crunk,” she said. “Eyebrows on fleek. Da fuck.” And a new slang term was born.
I’m all in. Expect to see it in OC going forward. Here’s Peaches, eyebrows on fleek and all.
The Jets lost another nail-biter yesterday by, let’s see, close to 30 points: 48-20. The score makes it seems closer than it actually was. The Jets, who haven’t really had a first string quarterback for as a long as we can remember, were playing with their 14th-string QB Brady Cook. He was signed when they saw Brady in his name. It made us question the time-honored adage which holds that the QBs get all the pretty girls. The question is: Does it apply to Jets QBs too? Here’s Cook with his girlfriend Carli. Hubba hubba. Eyebrows on fleek. Case closed.
Have to include two “pet pix” today. Too cute.
Happy Chanukah everybody! Need the candles more than ever in dark times. See you tomorrow.
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Pitch, Roll, and Yaw
The rivalry between quarterback Josh Allen of the Bills and Travis Kelce of the Chiefs has heated up and spilled over beyond the gridiron. Allen is married to actress Hailee Steinfeld who played a vampire in Sinners, and Trav, of course, is engaged to you-know-whom. It’s a little ridiculous how competitive these guys can get. Allen recently sent a note to Kelce that said: “I’m going to be a daddy — Hailee’s pregnant. Your move, Mr. Fancypants.”
Here’s the happy couple in a lovely personal moment before they realized Phil had snuck onto their property and chased him away with dogs.
Speaking of Tay, one thing’s for certain: I’ll never understand fashion. Here are two shots of her from last Wednesday when she appeared on Stephen Colbert’s show. In the first, she’s just getting out of the limo, not trying (much) to look glamorous. Looks great, IMO. In the second she’s wearing a $1,700 minidress that’s not nearly as pretty. For one thing, what’s that sleeve business?
As always, on these matters, we ran the issue by our style and culture consultant Ana de Armas and have just heard back from her: “The dress is gorgeous, don’t be an idiot.”
Thanks Armas!
The puzzle beat me up pretty good today: couldn’t finish. D’oh! Of course, much of the commentariat complained that it was too easy. (Not kidding.)
Among my misses: “School viewing?” was SNORKELING. I was thinking fish, but just couldn’t nail it. “Cry in many a horror film” was RUN. Brain glitched on that. Never heard of the rapper LATTO (used to be Mulatto), and couldn’t get from “Well, whoop-de-doo!” to OH FUN.
You win, Gene Louise De Vera!
It got off to a raring start. First word across: “Possible turnoff on a first date:” BAD BREATH. Right below it: “Spicy shellfish dish:” CURRIED CRAB. Well, that explains it. “Can I see you again?” (Wretching) “No.”
I learned something at 50D. The clue was “Pitch, roll and _____ (rotations along the three-dimensional axes).” Answer: YAW.
Commenter Gary: I hope a mathy person will explain “pitch, roll, and yaw” today. I can’t even picture a “three dimensional axis.”
Anony Mouse: Picture a game of Jacks. Each jack displays a 3D axis.
[What?]
Burtonkd: Think of an airplane: PITCH is the nose going up or down, ROLL is banking to the left or right, YAW is turning left or right on a flat surface like a car would.
OldCarFudd: I used to fly small airplanes for fun. The stick (or wheel) and rudder pedals control the three axes of the plane’s motion. Stick back, nose up; stick forward, nose down: Pitch control. Stick left, lower left wing; stick right, lower right wing; Roll control. Push left rudder pedal, nose left; push right rudder pedal, nose right; Yaw control. Learn to do those things in a coordinated way, and you’ve learned a lot about how to fly the plane.
At 29D: “Article of regalia worn by both Elizabeth II and Pope Paul VI.” Did you know this? TIARA. It’s the Papal Tiara:
Quick — who comes to mind? Dan Ackroyd?
I remember the Pope complaining it would take a miracle to find a bag that matched.
Here’s a cartoon I made up. A magician is sawing a woman in half, and it’s a disaster: she’s shrieking and there’s blood pouring out from the box. And he’s saying: “Dammit, I bet the rabbit trick doesn’t work either.”
[Look, you can’t expect gems at these prices.]
Speaking of gems, after Trump’s speech in Pennsylvania, which was supposed to reassure the country about the economy, the White House decided to let Vance and Bessent cover for him for future speeches. Trump posted the following few concise words after giving the speech:
I go out of my way to do long, thorough, and very boring Medical Examinations at the Great Walter Reed National Military Medical Center, seen and supervised by top doctors, all of whom have given me PERFECT Marks—Some have even said they have never seen such Strong Results. I do these Tests because I owe it to our Country. In addition to the Medical, I have done something that no other President has done, on three separate occasions, the last one being recently, by taking what is known as a Cognitive Examination, something which few people would be able to do very well, including those working at The New York Times, and I ACED all three of them in front of large numbers of doctors and experts, most of whom I do not know. I have been told that few people have been able to ‘ace’ this Examination and, in fact, most do very poorly, which is why many other Presidents have decided not to take it at all. Despite all of this, the time and work involved, The New York Times, and some others, like to pretend that I am ‘slowing up,’ am maybe not as sharp as I once was, or am in poor physical health, knowing that it is not true, and knowing that I work very hard, probably harder than I have ever worked before. I will know when I am ‘slowing up,’ but it’s not now! After all of the work I have done with Medical Exams, Cognitive Exams, and everything else, I actually believe it’s seditious, perhaps even treasonous, for The New York Times, and others, to consistently do FAKE reports in order to libel and demean ‘THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES.’ They are true Enemies of the People, and we should do something about it. They have inaccurately reported on all of my Election Results and, in fact, were forced to apologize on much of what they wrote. The best thing that could happen to this Country would be if The New York Times would cease publication because they are a horrible, biased, and untruthful ‘source’ of information. Thank you for your attention to this matter. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!”
This poem by Mark Strand is called “Poor North.”
It is cold, the snow is deep,
the wind beats around in its cage of trees,
clouds have the look of rags torn and soiled with use,
and starlings peck at the ice.
It is north, poor north. Nothing goes right.The man of the house has gone to work,
selling chairs and sofas in a failing store.
His wife stays home and stares from the window into the trees,
trying to recall the life she lost, though it wasn’t much.
White flowers of frost build up on the glass.It is late in the day. Brants and Canada geese are asleep
on the waters of St Margaret’s Bay.
The man and his wife are out for a walk; see how they lean
into the wind; they turn up their collars
and the small puffs of their breath are carried away.Here is a brant (small goose).
We’ll let that little cutie honk us off tonight. Thanks for stopping in!
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Criss-Cross Applesauce
It’s “arraign-y” day in Ann Arbor, at least for disgraced former coach Sherrone Moore, whose job loss may be the least of his worries. Facts are emerging, not that we really care about them for our wallowing. After getting fired he went to the home of a woman and whatever he did there resulted in his arrest. He’s in police custody as we write, and will be arraigned today. Owl Chatter’s insipid, I mean intrepid, photographer Phil is heading out there now to stay on top of the story for us, although we just got a text from him saying he’s drunk and forgot to take his camera. Stay on it, buddy! You’re the best!
OK, we have an update: Moore’s been charged with home invasion (a 3rd-degree felony), stalking, and breaking and entering, both misdemeanors. Oy.
In a statement his attorneys released to the press he says: Sh*t, this is worse than losing to Ohio State.
At 56D in the puzzle today the clue was “Physics unit equivalent to roughly 624 gigaelectronvolts.” The answer, of course, was ERG. I say “of course” not because anyone could possibly know what that means, but because every three-letter physics-related answer in an XW puzzle has to be ERG. (Or OHM.)
It’s a great puzzle with many lively clues and answers. One of my faves came at 14A. The clue was “‘You’re telling me!’” and the answer was I KNOW, RIGHT?
In his discussion of ERG, Rex (RP) noted that in college the only course he ever received an A+ in was Physics, and then he wrote: I know, right? stunning!
I posted the following:
Re: RP’s A+
In my tax class, when we got to capital gains and losses I would warn the class: “Don’t take this topic lightly. It may seem clear, but I got the lowest grade in my entire academic career in the course in which this was taught.” Then I’d pause and say: A minus.
It was actually three letteral steps down from there. I remember the prof too (from 1975). He was good. It was all on me.
So, RP, the next time you screw up and your wife says “Hey, Einstein, you screwed up!” she’s not far off. (Einstein himself, btw, would get furious when his wife did that.)
At 8D, the clue wanted us to know who wrote “‘You see things; and you say ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say ‘Why not?”” Four letters. The clue helped by saying it was a playwright. I don’t think I would have gotten it without the crosses. You? It was GB SHAW.
Another of my faves today was at 17A: “Conspiracy theorist’s accessory.” Answer: TIN FOIL HAT.
Commenter Pablo noted that he would have guessed the above quote was by RFK “the real one, not the idiot.”
I was about to post the following, but didn’t want to start anything. Too lazy.
Pablo: To follow your tangent on RFK Jr: Headline in NYT today: Hundreds Quarantined in SC as Measles Spreads. No signs of slowing in areas with low vax rates.
Hang on to your TIN FOIL HATs, folks!
It’s the birthday of Gustave Flaubert (1821), pronounced FLOBB-ert. Gus is famous for writing the novel Mrs. Ovary. He was working on a deal to obtain some of Einstein’s hair when he (Gus) died.
Another sparkler today was a combination of 5D and 38A, which “crossed!” The clue was “One way to sit.” I got it right away, but judging by the comments, the world is made up of two groups: one that’s heard of CRISSCROSS APPLESAUCE, and one that hasn’t. The latter group was a bit pissy about it.
Commenter Les wrote: What’s with CRISS CROSS/APPLE SAUCE? Looked it up post-solve and see it’s a pre-school thing. I took my kids to pre-school (and kindergarten) and sat in as a parent helper and I never heard this term. Why APPLE SAUCE? Because it rhymes and kids will fall for anything if it rhymes. Sheesh! That’s awful. Cynical and manipulative, even.
Anony Mouse replied: CRISSCROSS APPLESAUCE is “cynical and manipulative?” Hoo-boy, you must have a hard time getting along.
Mathgent asked: “In what context is CRISSCROSS APPLESAUCE well known?” Pre-school, for one, as noted above. Here’s the teacher.
I see from the front page of the NY Times today that Kilmar Armando Abrego Garcia was released from U.S. custody on judge’s orders. Clearly the judge is a drug-crazed communist lunatic. How else to explain the order? Why don’t they just shoot the poor guy already? Have Hegseth throw him on a boat off Venezuela and blow it the hell up? And let’s convene a few more grand juries to go after Tish James while we’re at it. You can’t make this stuff up. All these lawyers who go along with all of it – deplorable.
Here’s Garcia, holding some kid as a prop. That cake is clearly filled with cocaine and weapons. How much more proof do you need?
Joseph Enzweiler’s poem, “Christmas 1963” is from today’s Writer’s Almanac.
Because we wanted much that year
and had little. Because the winter phone
for days stayed silent that would call
our father back to work, and he
kept silent too with our mother,
fearfully proud before us.Because I was young that morning
in gray light untouched on the rug
and our gifts were so few, propped
along the furniture, for a second
my heart fell, then saw how large
they made the spaces between themto take the place of less. Because
the curtained sun rose brightly
on our discarded paper and the things
themselves, these forty years,
have grown too small to see, the emptiness
measured out remains the gift,fills the whole room now, that whole year
out across the snowy lawn. Because
a drop of shame burned quietly
in the province of love. Because
we had little that year
and were given much.
We attended the Morristown HS Orchestra’s Winter concert last night, and heard Robin (the artist formerly known as Lianna) play the viola. It was great! One piece they played was the Symphonie Espagnole by Edouard Lalo. It was the version often played by the Boston Pops. We really enjoyed the Lalo Pops.
That’s Robin and boyfriend Diegan on the right. Her cousin Dante is holding Izzy. Zo, newly muffed, stands between Caity and me, with Linda on the far left.
From Rex’s holiday pet pix today. Here’s Sunny! On his way to a $20-minimum dreidel game, no doubt. Woof, woof.
See you tomorrow!
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Moore’s the Pity
UMICH is in the news, and not in a good way. Head football coach Sharonne Moore was fired yesterday for shtupping someone on his staff. The ridiculous way he spells Sharonne was not a factor but couldn’t have helped.
Owl Chatter’s Director of Diet Soda Acquisitions George Santos summed it up well: The schmuck’s making $5.5 million a year to coach college football, has a gorgeous wife and three sweet daughters, and he can’t keep it in his pants? Sheeesh. And people sh*t on me?
Here are Sharonne and wife Kelli in happier times, about 30 seconds before their dog lunged at Phil. Run Buddy!! Forget the cameras!!
The ‘Rines have turned to assistant coach Biff Poggi to step in, like, immediately. They have a tough bowl assignment against Texas on NYE. Biff’s a real no-nonsense type, respected and admired by all, and clearly way too fat and ugly to be having any affairs. Born in Baltimore, Biff is 65 and played college ball himself at Pitt. His one previous head coaching stint at the college level was for UNC-Charlotte where he went 6-16 and was fired with two games remaining in his second season. D’oh! We won’t dwell on that.
Go Blue!
That cartoon, and many other very good ones, is from XKCD, a webcomic created by Randall Munroe, described as “a webcomic of romance, sarcasm, math, and language.” It was the answer at 57D in today’s puzzle, clued with “Popular stick-figure webcomic.” Completely new to me. Hasn’t appeared in the NYTXW since April 2017.
The brilliance of the clue at 47D eluded me. See how you do: The clue was “Pan in the butt?” And the answer was GOAT.
Ready? Pan is a “goat/man” and the part of him that is goat is his hindquarters, or “butt.”
Apparently lives on Long Island now.
38A: “Landing area in a long jump” — SANDPIT. Kathleen Edwards, 47, is a Canadian folksinger. She studied classical violin from age 5 to 17. Her dad was Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs and she lived abroad as a teenager listening to a lot of Neil Young and Dylan via her brother’s records. After high school she blew off college and started playing in local clubs. Good move.
At 62D the clue for KEA was “New Zealand parrot whose name sounds like a Korean automaker.” Did you know this? Kea are known for their intelligence. They can solve logical puzzles, such as pushing and pulling things in a certain order to get to food, and will work together to achieve a certain objective. They have been filmed preparing and using tools.
In case you thought Rubio might have retained even a scintilla of decency in his craven Trump tuchas licking, a story in today’s NYT should disabuse you. Back in 2023, then-Sec’y of State Blinken shifted the typeface used by the State Department on its communications from Times New Roman to Calibri, see below. The shift was recommended by the department’s office of diversity and inclusion on the grounds that Calibri is easier to read for people with poor vision or dyslexia, and for people who use assistive technologies such as screen readers. Clearly (pun intended), a laudable gesture towards a segment of the populace with special needs.
Proving there is no depth of indecency to which he will not descend, Rubio shifted back, calling Blinken’s action a “wasteful sop to diversity.” He blamed “radical” DEI and accessibility programs for the misguided shift. That should earn him a nice pat on the head from you-know-whom. Good boy, Marco. Here’s a biscuit.
The juxtaposition of words in a puzzle sometimes leads to amusing images or connections. Today, smack next to each other were POPEMOBILE and I GOT A WOMAN (the Ray Charles song). Rex called it a stunning pairing. “Two great answers that create a deeply pleasing mental picture—the pope cruising along blasting Ray Charles out his windows.”
If, like me, you haven’t heard Ray in a while, you owe me one.
We’ll let Bianca close for us today. This exquisite little girl was in the first batch of pet pix Rex shared today. Hi, Sweetie. George!! — Anything in the fridge we can give her?
See you tomorrow Chatterheads! Thanks for popping in.
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Who Bapps?
It’s the birthday of Emily Dickinson today (1830). She shares it with our seventh grandchild Harold Barney (2024). Hi Harold! The Writer’s Almanac shared this quote of hers: “To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.”
Wait, what? Was she kidding? You sure that wasn’t Yogi?
It is also the date on which William Faulkner was given the Nobel Prize (1950). He was an alcoholic and his family had a rough time getting him to Sweden. He stood too far from the microphone for his speech to be heard. I’m not kidding: why didn’t someone say something? Are the Swedes like that? Are they the kind of people who when you are standing too far from the mic to be heard they don’t say anything? Apparently.
But the text was printed in the papers the next day. Here is part of it, per the WA:
“The young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat. He must learn them again. He must teach himself that the basest of all things is to be afraid; and, teaching himself that, forget it forever, leaving no room in his workshop for anything but the old verities and truths of the heart, the universal truths lacking which any story is ephemeral and doomed — love and honor and pity and pride and compassion and sacrifice.”
I called Phil and George in to read it to them, my voice cracking towards the end. They both said, “What?”
Paul Krugman pointed out a little wrinkle in how Trump is trying to lie his way around the nation’s economic problems he caused. His “go to” is to blame Biden, but he’s not willing to admit there are problems. Hmmmm.
In the puzzle today, the clue at 42A was “Protected lands for plants and animals,” and the answer was NATURE RESERVES. But one of the Anony Mice bristled and said it should be nature “preserves.” So, I ask you, is there a difference, and, if so, what is it? Time’s up! Beezer came to the rescue:
“A nature reserve focuses primarily on strict protection and conservation of ecosystems and species, often with limited human access, while a preserve (like a National Preserve) also protects nature but might allow for specific, regulated human activities like hunting, mining, or grazing, depending on its specific designation, balancing conservation with resource use or recreation. Essentially, reserves are often more restrictive for nature’s sake, while preserves offer a managed middle ground.”
I added: “And, of course, preserves such as peach or strawberry preserves are devoted to the protection of those particular fruits.”
I was in a silly mood today. So when the answer at 1D (for the clue “Software accessed via an online browser”), turned out to be WEBAPP, I commented: “Who bapps? We bapp.”
But I held off posting on the following:
15A: “First name in daring jumps.” Answer: EVEL. If Evel Knievel had named either of his sons Evel Jr., he could have been known as the lesser of two Evels.
34D: “Several things in a pagoda.” Answer: TIERS. Thus, a pagoda whose use is limited to festive events contains tiers of joy.
Sophie Kinsella died today, sort of. It’s really Madeleine Wickham who died; Kinsella was the pen name she used for most of the 50 million books she sold, mostly humorous fare about a young woman who was a shopaholic. She was okay about it being cubby-holed as chick lit, but was later happier when her books were referred to as “wit lit.” She was just about to turn 56, and it was brain cancer that did her in. She is survived by her husband Henry whom she met in college (at Oxford), and their five children: Freddy, Hugo, Oscar, Rex and Sybella.
Several of her books were turned into movies. Alexandra Daddario starred in one. You may remember her as the new wife of an obnoxious guy in the first season of White Lotus.
Have you ever reached across the table and taken a french fry or two off of someone’s plate? Of course you have. Who hasn’t? Well, we’ve lived long enough for a slang term to arise for it: the Fanum tax. It started when an online comic, who went by the name Fanum, would tell a joke and then grab a bite of your sandwich as payment for it, claiming he was assessing the Fanum tax. It’s still principally used for such food-related mini-thefts, but its usage is broadening into other areas — anywhere where one person inflicts himself on another in some way. E.g., “the quarterback dropped back to make a pass, but the defense Fanum taxed him into a fumble.”
I hope to see it in a puzzle soon, now that I know about it.
At 54D, the clue was “‘There is more to life than increasing its _____:’ Gandhi” and the answer was SPEED. But a correction was in order, according to commenter “Bart Lett” who posted:
“What Gandhi actually wrote was ‘Speed is not the end of life.’ (Nonviolence in Peace and War, 1942)
“Gandhi shares a fate with Lincoln, Einstein and a few other luminaries for having sayings widely and ‘authoritatively’ attributed to them whose only sources are the other people who widely attribute the sayings to them. You will find no verifiable primary source for the quote as presented in the puzzle – unless you consider the words embroidered on your great aunt’s pillow a verifiable primary source.
“In this regard, wiser words than these have never been spoken: ‘Half the stuff on the Internet is incorrect’—Abraham Lincoln.”
Rex started a holiday tradition of sharing “pet pix” his readers send in. They are very cute. Two years ago, they included one of my Zoey with her cat Emily. I sent this one in today. We’ll see if it qualifies. Technically, Welly (left) and Wilma are not “pets.” And there is nothing to link it to the holiday season. But how could he resist those punim? I explained that Welly has been a family member for 62 years, and that Wilma is his beautiful bride. I’ll let you know if/when the photo gets posted.
Let’s close tonight with this alarming story from The Onion:
Wax-Museum Fire Results In Hundreds Of New Danny DeVito Statues.
See you tomorrow! Thanks for popping in!
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