Miss Manners nails it again

I am a big fan of Judith Martin, who is the author of the Miss Manners column and various Miss Manners books. In today’s column, she addresses the following question:

Dear Miss Manners:
At an apartment-warming I attended, a couple arrived about 30 minutes into the party. Within seconds, the family dog began making love to the female guest’s leg. Her date grabbed her because she was struggling to stand.
The hostess said, “Down! Down!” The host said, “No, ‘Big Boy!’ No!” and tried to pull Big Boy off, without success. A nearby guest then leaned forward and gave the dog’s tail a single tug. The dog let out a yelp, dropped to his feet and began inspecting his rear.
The yelp brought the party to a halt. In the silence that followed, the hostess said, “Did you jerk my dog’s tail?” The tail-tugger turned red and looked ashamed, but said nothing. The moment passed and the party resumed.
Big Boy walked away. The tail-tugger did, too, in the opposite direction. The female guest later became pregnant, but not because of Big Boy. I don’t think anyone handled this well.
What do you think?
Miss Manners’ answer: That you had far too good a time at this party.

Black markets are in everything

Alex Tabarrok over at Marginal Revolution points out that students at at Austin High School in Austin have given school administrators a lesson in the economics of “candy” prohibition:

When Austin High School administrators removed candy from campus vending machines last year, the move was hailed as a step toward fighting obesity. What happened next shows how hard it can be for schools to control what students eat on campus.
The candy removal plan, according to students at Austin High, was thwarted by classmates who created an underground candy market, turning the hallways of the high school into Willy-Wonka-meets-Casablanca. . .
During the prohibition, one student, who asked not to be identified, said that he sold candy at the school and made as much as $50 in a day.
“It’s all about supply and demand,” said Austin junior Scott Roudebush. “We’ve got some entrepreneurs around here.”
The Austin High administration, which won’t elaborate on how much or little it knew about the candy black market, has since replenished the vending machines with some types of candy.

Pizza Armageddon

This could happen to you. Hat tip to Newmark’s Door for the link.

Super problems

This previous post expressed skepticism that the city of Jacksonville would be able to handle the logistical nightmare of Super Bowl XXXIX. In this article, ESPN’s Bill Simmons — who believes that the Super Bowl should be played only in Las Vegas (in a to be-built stadium), Miami, New Orleans, and San Diego — says that the disaster developing in Jacksonville is making Houston’s performance hosting Super Bowl XXXVIII last year look good in comparison:

If anything, the past two days made me appreciate Houston’s performance last year, a city that faced the same logistical problems and conquered many of them. I don’t think Houston should have hosted a Super Bowl either, and those last two days were a certifiable train wreck. But at least they had enough hotels. At least there were a decent number of cabs. At least there was a recognizable downtown area. At least they had the Light Rail, with the bonus that you might get to see some drunken pedestrian bouncing off it. Houston was 10 times more prepared than Jacksonville is right now.

Thanks for the compliment, Bill. I think. ;^)

You go, Yogi!

Looks like TBS better set up a loss reserve for this new lawsuit:

Hall of Famer Yogi Berra has filed a $10 million lawsuit against TBS, claiming the cable television network sullied his name by using it in a racy advertisement for its Sex and the City reruns.
Berra’s papers . . . say the Turner Broadcasting System Inc. ad, which has appeared on buses and in subways, caused “severe damage to his reputation” with its reference to Kim Cattrall’s sexually promiscuous character, Samantha.
The offending ad . . . queried readers about the definition of “yogasm.” Possible definitions: (a) a type of yo-yo trick, (b) sex with Yogi Berra and (c) what Samantha has with a guy from yoga class. The answer is (c).

Monkey see, monkey do

This is very interesting. And funny. Hat tip to Instapundit via Slashdot.

The real reason for the Jenn-Brad split

There just had to be more to the breakdown in the Jennifer Aniston-Brad Pitt marriage than the MSM has been reporting. This Watley Review piece reveals the true reason for the breakup:

“Brad’s always been a fan of Wittgenstein,” confided Hanson Terrell, an assistant at the Plan B production company co-owned by the pair. “You know, kind of abstract, more focused on issues of language and so on. Jennifer, on the other hand, is a pure Karl Popper fan, all pragmatism. It’s kind of amazing they got married in the first place.”
“She felt Brad was screwing around with her, that when he stared into space at the beach he wasn’t resolving apparent paradoxes through analyzing their phrasing, but instead checking out the brunette in the thong,” said gossip columnist Mark Lisanti of The Defamer.

Only in New York

In a rare moment of candid introspection, the NY Times concedes that only New York could come up with a political race where Robert F. Kennedy Jr., the son of the late senator, would run for state attorney general (to replace Eliot Spitzer, of all people) against his brother-in-law, Andrew Cuomo, who is getting a divorce from Mr. Kennedy’s sister, Kerry.
When I mentioned this to my wife, she thought I was talking about an episode in a T.V. sitcom.

Phillies spammer sentenced

I’m glad the feds got this guy. Think what might have happened when the Eagles get beat in the NFL playoffs?

Is your surgeon a “Nintendo surgeon?”

Following on this earlier post about video games being used as anesthetia for young patients, several of my surgeon friends, nephews, and my two sons are going to enjoy this latest finding:

Surgeons who play video games three hours a week have 37 percent fewer errors and accomplish tasks 27 percent faster, . . [based on] observation on results of tests using the video game Super Monkey Ball.

Link hat tip to Tyler Cowen, who hilariously suggests that maybe the surgeons and the patients could play each other?