Trouble In Mind

Lawd, I'm feelin' blue

so anyway, I am increasingly funked out by this whole mess that Jeff Goldstein finds himself in. I touched on this last night. I spent the past hour reading through the comments of Jeff's last post on the issue (and hours are hard to come by in my world). Go read and understand, I can not recap the issue without reposting all of Protein Wisdom.

"Pissed off" would be an understatement of my present mood. I've been reading Goldstein forever and a day, and I link to his work often. I wish Jeff and his family all the best, and hope that this whole stinkin' mess can be layed to rest soon.

It's all just sick. Just what you'd expect from the moonbat leftards.

I've just listened to Trouble In Mind (Brian Knight/Peter Green/Ian Stewart/Charlie Watts) (Yes, that Peter Green & that Charlie Watts) for the literally 50th time tonight. doG, do I love the Blues.

It just seems to fit, somehow. More soon.

Go to bed. It's late and tommorrow is another day.

Breathe, Breathe in The Air

don't be afraid to care

so anyway, there's a lot of topics that beg for blogging, but logging in to Blogger at 11:52 PM doesn't exactly lend itself to stellar blog-content. A couple of quick hits and you children are off to bed.

I haven't posted on the issue because I haven't had the time and I've just been incredulous at what is going on. I am not pleased that Jeff Goldstein of Protein Wisdom fame is dousing the lamp until he reaches closure of the "frisch" issue. If you haven't been following the developments, here's the really, really short synopsis: some nutjob moonbat, an "intellectual" (go figure), made real and credible threats againgst Jeff and his two year old son. Goldstein is minimizing his outstanding blog whilst he pursues closure via the Justice System. Do go read Protein Wisdom, and follow the links. He did get off an "armadillo" post tonight, so all is not lost.

Elsewhere, Victor Davis Hanson is being, well.....Victor Davis Hanson. Good stuff, that.

OK, children; it's late and we have a Big Day tomorrow. Off to bed with you!

Minutia and Detail

now the sub-title writers union is on strike

Mickey Spillaine died today at age 88. Ace, as per his usual, has the bestest post going on Spillaine. Ace quotes Ayn Rand quoting Spillaine from One Lonely Night (or something like that):

NOBODY ever walked across the bridge, not on a night like this. The rain was misty enough to be almost fog-like, a cold gray curtain that separated me from the pale ovals of white that were faces locked behind the steamed-up windows of the cars that hissed by. Even the brilliance that was Manhatten by night was reduced to a few sleepy, yellow lights off in the distance.

As I mentioned over at Congruence, I've been a fan of the dectective fiction genre from an early age. Spillaine was one of the best in the business.