Shot:
Chaser:
Apologies for the silence the past two days. I have been busy assisting the police with their inquiries.
…and Sotheby’s is going to be auctioning off part of Ricky Jay‘s collection starting October 27th.
Link to the auction. Sotheby’s video.
NYT article tied to the auction. It’s worth reading, if for no other reason than the story about Siegfried and Roy’s tiger at the beginning. (Alternative link.)
Not that Jay was a hoarder. With the help of assistants, he photographed and cataloged every item in a digital database. His books were arranged by category — magic, circus, eccentric characters — and his file drawers were labeled, which made it easier, say, to find that handbill for “Prof. William Fricke’s Original Imperial Flea Circus.”
Under “flea bills,” of course.
There’s a punchline at the end that I won’t spoil for you, because Mr. Jay would haunt me in the afterlife.
I don’t think I’ll be placing any bids, as I expect anything from the Ricky Jay Collection will be way out of my price range.
“The Year Without A Tuesday Morning Quarterback” was one of Rankin-Bass’s lesser holiday specials.
Then a year ago this time, I took a year off to complete my next book.
Oh. Is that what it was? (By the way, Gregg Easterbrook has a new book coming out.)
But now, he’s back. And so is the editorial “we”. Not to be confused with the editorial wee, though we plan to purchase one or more of those really nice Toto smart toilets when we win the lottery.
Welcome back to TMQ Watch. After the jump, this week’s TMQ…
(I love the “Citations for public urination” graphic that goes along with this article.)
I’m a little surprised this one hasn’t made FARK yet: local police find an unresponsive man in a car. He had bite marks on his wrist, and there was a non-venomous snake (and other animals) in the car. Man dies.
And it seems like his venomous cobra snake may be on the loose. (Hattip: Lawrence.)
(Huh. I didn’t realize that Frederick Forsyth won an Edgar for “There Are No Snakes in Ireland”. That’s not a bad story, but I like “The Emperor” from the same collection a little better.)
Edited to add:
You know what this means, folks. If Animal Services isn’t actively searching for it, it’s up to the rest of us to be on the lookout. Get that Taurus Judge out of the gun safe and load it up with snake shot! Fun for the whole family! At least, until someone gets bitten…
Edited to add 2:
Crews with the city will begin an organized search for the @Austin_Cobra Friday morning at 8. http://t.co/OlH5cl1IvZ pic.twitter.com/OMwvVBXCrh
— KXAN News (@KXAN_News) July 16, 2015
Oh, thank God. They’re going to start an organized search. I was afraid they’d be engaging in a disorganized search.
(Hattp: the Austin Cobra Twitter. Hattip on the Austin Cobra Twitter to the great and good Joe D. in the comments.)
According to an AP report picked up by the Statesman (but originally from the Peninsula Daily News), hikers in Olympic National Park (upstate Washington, nearish to Bremerton) are being told not to urinate near trails.
Why? Apparently, hiker urine attracts “aggressive goats”. At least one person has been gored to death in the past year (which gives the Olympic goats a body count equal to the Yellowstone bears).
In addition, park staff plan to implement “adverse conditioning”
…such as setting off sirens and compressed air horns, and shooting rubber projectiles and bean bags.
Actually, I had three reasons for linking to this story: