When Willie Nelson was pulled over, he had only nice things to say about Jewish people.

(received via email)

I just discovered the source of the joke, and I’m not surprised one bit:
The Onion

For the record…it starts here.

Five Books I Would Burn Every Copy On Earth If I Could

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For the record…it starts here.

Five Books I Would Burn Every Copy On Earth If I Could

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I can’t think of any.

As seen on: CasaChristy.

Total number of books I own: According to LibraryThing, 977.

Last book I bought: I bought about twenty all at once at Archon earlier this month at a charity auction. The last one that got entered into LibraryThing was Thomas Mann’s The Magic Mountain.

Last book I read: Ideas and Opinions by Albert Einstein. Currently, I am reading, Last Day of a Condemned by Victor Hugo

Five books that mean a lot to me:

• Les Miserables – by Victor Hugo

  The book that made me obsess about Hugo. I’d seen the musical, and enjoyed it, but I’ve enjoyed other musicals. The book was my ruin.

• A Prayer for Owen Meaney – by John Irving

  There are images from the novel that will remain in my mind forever.

• Translations from the Poems of Victor Hugo by Henry Carrington

  Not that this collection of Victor Hugo’s poetry is better than any of my other collections of Victor Hugo’s poetry, but it’s my oldest edition, published in 1885.

• Skinny Legs and All – by Tom Robbins

  Who would think it was possible to create characters out of a spoon and a can of beans?

• The Holy Scriptures According to the Masoretic Text

  No explanation necessary.

If the number wasn’t five, some science fiction novels would make the list. I considered Hitchhiker’s Guide by Douglas Adams. And maybe Asimov’s I Robot. But I also wanted to include a collection of poetry by Howard Nemerov, and perhaps EB White’s Charlotte’s Web. Top Five is difficult for me when it comes to books. And I reminded myself this isn’t “Top Five Favorite” Adams usually makes that list.

My five year old nephew has inherited my keen observation skills. It must be a recessive trait my brother carried. Last night at the ballgame he said:

“Uncle Johnny, you have a mustache!”

This is the type of thing I will say. I’ll tell someone: “I like your hairstyle.” And I’ll be told, “I’ve had it for 5 years.” I’ll usually respond, “I’ve liked it for all five years, just thought I’d mention it.”

My niece said to her brother: “You just noticed?”

My niece has the family trait of sarcasm.
Whether this is inherited, or a learned survival skill, I am not sure.

I miss my weekly Tuesday Night writer’s group rarely. Once or twice a year in December when I am out of town. I missed it in November 2004 due to an Election Night party.

I believe I’ve missed it before in October for the same reason I will miss it tomorrow night. But the opportunity isn’t available every October, depends on the luck of the cards, and even when it is, I’m not always as lucky as the cards are.

I miss my weekly Tuesday Night writer’s group rarely. Once or twice a year in December when I am out of town. I missed it in November 2004 due to an Election Night party.

I believe I’ve missed it before in October for the same reason I will miss it tomorrow night. But the opportunity isn’t available every October, depends on the luck of the cards, and even when it is, I’m not always as lucky as the cards are.

Got to discussing sports broadcasters with someone on a mailing list, trying to put together a Top-Four broadcasters for individual ‘eras’ or ‘generations’. Here are two sets I decided upon, each name followed by the year they were born, according to wikipedia:

Dizzy Dean – 1910
Harry Caray – 1914
Phil Rizzuto – 1916
Howard Cosell – 1918

Jack Buck – 1924
Joe Garagiola -1926
Vin Scully – 1927
Bob Uecker – 1935

I’m not sure who follows. Harry ‘Skip’ Caray Jr (1939) could be put into the next set, but I think it would only be due to his father, and the WTBS cable station. Perhaps Tim McCarver (1941). I’m definitely not ready to rate the generation including Harry ‘Chip’ Caray III (1965) and Joe Buck (1969). Joe’s three months younger than me, for Lestat’s sake! And there is a possible generation inbetween of broadcasters born in the late 40’s and 50s.

Any fans with suggestions?

There is no joy in Motown (The article is by famed Detroit Free Press sportswriter, Mitch Album. Perhaps best known for his book, Tuesdays with Morrie)

However, here, fans are cheering.