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Former Soviet Union leader Mikhail Gorbachev shared a lighthearted moment yesterday with Hunter S. Thompson at a three-day Nobel Peace Prize summit in Chicago.
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Question: Does miso soup contain alcohol?
Somehow all Internet answers contain at least one small, disconcerting element.
I have to admit this infographic really does explain the difference between editing and proofreading.
NYPD homicide detective partners Eddie “Hot Dog” Raymour and Danny “Scotch” Flanigan couldn’t be more different; the young Hot Dog is a ladykiller who plays fast and loose with the rules and will take any risk to catch a perp, much to his boss’ chagrin, while the older and wiser (and usually drunker) Scotch just wants to make it through the next six months to retirement without getting fired… or worse.
Raymour and Flanigan are assigned to work what is supposed to be a routine double homicide, two bodies found bound together in the East River. “Captain, we got a floater,” a beat cop radios in. “Make that a double.” But the wheels come off the case when the vics turn out to be none other than noted philanthropist PC Richard and son. The case becomes even more complicated when PC Richard’s son turns out to be alive and well and skiing in Vermont while DNA tests show the second vic is actually the flamboyant drug dealer Duane Reade, a known middle man for the powerful drug family headed up by brothers Tony and Nicky Lehman.
Hot Dog wonders why the bodies of PC Richard and son would… “You mean Duane Reade,” interrupts Scotch. “Right. Why would the bodies of PC Richard and Duane Reade be found tied together in the East River? Could PC Richard be connected to the Lehman Brothers?” Scotch shrugs. “In 20 years on the job, if I learned anything it’s that a rich man’s corpse floats the same as a poor man’s. Who knows?”
Chief of Police PJ Clarke and precinct Captain Peter Luger initially want to pull Raymour and Flanigan off the case, but decide it might be better to let the two work it… and fail, “killing two certifiable nutjobs with one stone, so to speak; namely, the one that’s in my shoe right now,” says Capt. Luger. ”The one what in your shoe?” asks Chief Clarke. “The stone, i.e. in reference to and concerning one detective Edward T. Raymour and/or his partner Danny the human flask Flanigan,” replies Capt. Luger. “That’s two stones,” notes Chief Clarke. “Okay, then one stone for each nutjob in my whatever, chief. You know what I mean. The point stands.”
Unable to trace the PC Richard and Duane Reade homicide to the Lehman brothers, Raymour and Flanigan consider planting evidence incriminating the two suspects. Raymour is in favor of it, but Flanigan is vehemently opposed. “You don’t understand Hot Dog,” Scotch says. “Nobody wants to put away the Lehman Brothers more than me. But if we don’t do it the right way, we’re no different than they are.” But Hot Dog won’t back down. “No, you don’t understand, Scotch. You think a cheap metal badge what stands between good and evil, but it don’t. Some arbitrary line in the sand drawn by men who pretend they ain’t thieves. Lehman brothers. Shit. We ain’t different. We just pawns got caught out on the other side.” Scotch tells Hot Dog not to make it personal. “It got personal they day the motherfuckers dumped those bodies in my river.” Scotch tells Hot Dog he’s on his own this time.
NHRA Pro stock icon Bill “Grumpy” Jenkins, a master of the internal combustion engine and a legend among the Chevrolet faithful, died March 29. He was 81.
Jenkins was voted No. 8 among NHRA Drag Racing’s greatest racers in a 2001 experts poll, behind Darren “Cantankerous” VanCleif, Marty “Snippy” Snider, Phil “Pretty Miffed” Mitchell, “Dour” Danny Philpot, Aaron “Testy” Smith, “Querulous” Quincy Spanhauer and Ron “Peevish” Throbblewaite.
Jenkins always took greater pride in his mechanical achievements than in his driving. He built the engine that Larry “The Gripe” Kopp drove to the 1998 Winston championship and ones for national event winners Wendall “Crotchety” Johns, Mark “Sulky” Osborne, “Truculent” Tim Freeman, Brad “Angry” Jeter, Scott “Petulant” Perin, and “Cussed’ Don Smith.
Jenkins remained active in engine building through the middle-2000s, involved in several contemoprary Pro Stock efforts, most notably with Tom “Cloddish” Cagnazzi Racing, Jim “Crusty” Yates Racing and “Curt” Dave Northrop.
Man, nothing would make me grumpier than being nicknamed “Grumpy.”
http://www.nhra.com/story/story.aspx?F_y=2012&F_m=3&F_d=29&CustomURL=pro-stock-legend-bill-grumpy-jenkins-dies&AspxAutoDetectCookieSupport=1
I’m not saying it’s a good thing or a bad thing… but this is available.