Moe Lane

There’s a post scheduled for 8 PM, but that’s going to be it. It was a long day, and I spent most of it convinced that I was being the sort of person that you dread seeing come down the hall. So I’m just going to give the kids a bath and then maybe have a beer when everybody’s asleep.

This is the only time I’m gonna be there, so if you’re there and you see me, say hi. …Which you probably would have done anyway.  I’m over-thinking this, huh?

There are times when my readers demand things of me.  This is one of those times.

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He had a good run.  I know that the subject of his most famous role could be a touchy one for the author, so I’ll avoid being trite about it.  So… my condolences to his family and loved ones.

Yeah, this dress.

Blue and gold.  Although I can see why one guy here said blue and orange. Either one makes immediate sense to me. I must have weird eyes, or something.

Not depressed over it – I saw a bunch of people and ‘networked,’ so the night wasn’t a bust – but I am tired.

I got this BlogBash thing in the evening and the kids are home because of the snow.

Via

You: Have to get moving. But this: The funniest thing I've seen in days. https://t.co/vX5iySiyeh @page88 @ftrain pic.twitter.com/nWnB5XS3DB

— David Beard (@dabeard) February 26, 2015

…comes this: “Virginia Heffernan and Paul Ford have never met, but have often crossed paths—we live in New York City; were editors at Harper’s Magazine; write about technology; and write for The Message on Medium. For no particular reason we’ve started sending emails to see who can make the other person experience the most profound sense of dread and panic.” The one about the parrot was inspired.

Hey, with the news out from DC this was inevitable.

Pass The Dutchie, Musical Youth

Written as if it were, well, a Field Guide for Tesladyne Industries (which exists in the universe of the incomparable Atomic Robo series), it’s quite good. To give you an idea: Chapter Three is titled So, Someone Plugged An Automatic Intelligence Into The Military Industrial Complex And Now There Are Robot Factories Pumping Out Hunter-Killer Drones. It’s not too large, but it was entertaining.

Not available on Amazon, alas, but you can get it here.

OK, as I understand this one: the cops suspected that there was a marijuana grow lab in a Brooklyn maraschino cherry company, but couldn’t get proof.  So they used an EPA complaint to get into the place, and then did the Hey! Do I smell POT? maneuver.  After a few hours of this, the owner of the place politely excused himself, went into his private bathroom, and shot himself in the head.

Man, there’s something in there for everybody to get angry about, huh? The pro-pot people are going to be upset about the fact that the grow lab had to be illegal in the first place. The libertarians and small-government folks can focus on the use of a convenient piece of government paper to get the cops somewhere they can go do what they REALLY wanted to do.  And here’s a point for the people who aren’t fretting over the first two: why the heck didn’t the cops secure the area and/or the owner properly? Once it was clear that the man was going to be arrested, the police should have made sure that he didn’t have, you know, access to a firearm and an opportunity to use it. Because ‘suicide in a bathroom’ isn’t the most horrible ending to that particular story.  It’s not even close.

Not the NYPD’s finest moment, that.

In the Mood, Glenn Miller & His Orchestra