Other credits include “McCloud”, “Medical Center”, and “CSI: Crime Scene Investigation”.
Other credits include “12 O’Clock High” (the series), OG “Dragnet”, “Run, Joe, Run”…
…and “Mannix”. (“The Sound of Darkness“, season 3, episode 10. He was “Rudy Marin”.)
…”Happy 250th birthday, America!” like getting your photo taken with a person in a beaver costume.
(I respect Ben Franklin, but he was wrong about symbols. The bald eagle was absolutely the right choice for the United States. If you had to pick a second choice, the beaver would be the one: industrious, useful, and capable of violence if crossed. The wild turkey is useless, unless it comes out of a bottle.)
Victor Willis, of the Village People.
And, since we’re coming up on America250!, a tribute to one branch of the armed services:
Thing I did not know:
Happy Bobby Bonilla Day!
Please celebrate responsibly.
Carl Rinsch was sentenced yesterday. He was convicted last year of defrauding Netflix of $11 million for a series he never completed. (Previously. Previously.)
30 months (or 2 1/2 years) in prison. Which works out to $4,400,000 a year for the money he stole.
Would I do time, in what will probably be a white-collar resort prison, for $4,400,000 a year? Certainly not, as there are things I value more. But I can see that the tradeoff might work for some folks.
Also: “…$638,000 on two mattresses”. How do you spend $319,000 on a mattress? Not from those Internet mattress people for sure.
“…plus another $295,000 on luxury bedding and linens”. What is this I can’t even.
Ann Blyth, actress. Other credits include “Quincy, M.E.”, “The Name of the Game”, and “The Twilight Zone” (the original).
Happy Gavrilo Princip Day! I hope everyone has, or will shortly, collect their bag limit of archdukes.
(Remember: responsibly harvested, archdukes are a renewable resource.)
Don’t forget to drink a toast to the memory of the late guffaw, originator of the holiday.
(I did go to a gun show yesterday. But I did not see any FN 1910s for sale.)
Also, on a just slightly more serious note: today is Mel Brooks’s 100th birthday.
Mr. Brooks has given me a fair amount of pleasure over the years. I hope somebody gave him a nice urine jacket as a birthday present.
Carlos Mendoza out as manager of the New York Mets.
ESPN.
Mendoza, 46, was in his third season as manager with a club option for 2027 that was not exercised. He led the Mets to an improbable appearance in the NL Championship Series in his first year at the helm in 2024, guiding the club from one of the worst records in the majors in June to within two games of the World Series.
But his second season was a failure as the Mets inverted the results from 2024, jumping out to the best record in the majors before capsizing over the season’s final 3½ months and failing to reach the postseason.
Dr. Roy G. Jinks passed away last night. I’m sorry that I don’t have anything to link to at the moment.
Dr. Jinks was a driving force in Smith and Wesson collecting. Arguably, he was the driving force. He was one of the founders of the Smith and Wesson Collector’s Association. He was a long time S&W employee, working in multiple positions within the company (including as their official historian for quite a while). He did more to preserve S&W history than any other person. And he wrote the definitive (though about 1980) history of S&W.
This is a great loss. I will perhaps have more to say about this in the coming days. I will say that we were (sort of) friends, in the sense that he could probably have picked me out of a police lineup, and we talked pretty regularly at the Symposiums.
Shirley Lord, writer.
Excuse me. That’s “bosomy dirty book writer Shirley Lord“, as the late lamented (by me, anyway) “SPY Magazine” used to refer to her.
Lawrence gave me copies of a couple of her books one year. I have to say, “steamy” is a pretty accurate description of those books. I also would accept “kinky”.
I was armed to the teeth with a pitiful little Smith & Wesson’s seven-shooter, which carried a ball like a homeopathic pill, and it took the whole seven to make a dose for an adult. But I thought it was grand. It appeared to me to be a dangerous weapon. It only had one fault—you could not hit anything with it. One of our “conductors” practiced awhile on a cow with it, and as long as she stood still and behaved herself she was safe; but as soon as she went to moving about, and he got to shooting at other things, she came to grief.
–Mark Twain, Roughing It
According to Wikipedia, the source of all vaguely accurate (and a lot of inaccurate) information, the events of Roughing It took place between 1861 and 1867. So it is likely that Twain’s “pitiful little Smith & Wesson’s seven-shooter” was something very much like this:
That’s a Smith and Wesson, Model 1, Second Issue.
I’ve been tied up with various things and haven’t been able to book blog as much as I would like. Plus blogging with Bluehost is a constant struggle, and I really need to get on the stick about moving this blog.
But I had a three day weekend, and I had a little time, so I thought I’d blog some things from the backlog. It took a little longer than I expected, for the usual reasons.
This time, though, I’m not doing gun books. Oh, I have plenty of those to blog. But I wanted to do something different. So these are not “gun” books in the sense I would use. A couple of these are peripherally “gun” books, and a couple are completely not “gun” books.
So: weird Australian mammals, a cookbook, a history book, and Roy Chapman Andrews after the jump…
Another one of those “it got busy up in here” obit watches.
James Bradley, author (Flags of Our Fathers).
I haven’t read the book, but the Saturday Movie Group watched the movie. I can’t put it any better than Lawrence did: “I wanted to see a movie about the flag raising, not a movie about a bond drive.”
James Burrows, sitcom guy.
Mark Singer (paywall link: sorry), New Yorker writer. Among his works: the Ricky Jay profle.
Also among his works:
Mr. Singer is also the author of “Citizen K: The Deeply Weird American Journey of Brett Kimberlin” (1996), an expanded version of a New Yorker profile of a drug smuggler, murder suspect and media manipulator, that was a finalist for a National Magazine Award; and the collection “Somewhere in America: Under the Radar with Chicken Warriors, Left-Wing Patriots, Angry Nudists and Others” (2004).
Unmentioned in the obit: Brett Kimberlin is the guy who claimed to have sold marijuana to Dan Quayle.
Alan Greenspan, former chairman of the Federal Reserve. WP.
Clive Davis, music guy.
FotB RoadRich sent over two obits:
Daveigh Chase. Other credits include “CSI: Crime Scene Investigation”, “Cold Case”, “S. Darko”, and “Without a Trace”.
Margaret Kerry. Other credits include “Clutch Cargo”, “The Sickle or the Cross”, and “The New 3 Stooges”.
NYT obit for Jane Yolen. (Previously.)
Anne Schedeen, actress. Credits other than one of the worst shows ever to air on television include “Ironside”, “Lanigan’s Rabbi”, and “The Six Million Dollar Man”.
William Smithers, actor. Other credits include “Quincy, M.E.”, “The Bold Ones: The New Doctors”, the good “Hawaii Five-0”, “The F.B.I.”, a minor SF TV series from the 1960s…
…and “Mannix”. (“Eight to Five, It’s a Miracle”, season 1, episode 21. He was “Salvatore Pucci”.)
Gene Shalit. THR. I realize that there’s a “don’t speak ill of the dead” factor here, but the THR story reads like a hastily and slightly re-written press release from the family.
I do remember liking the guy when I was a young person watching the “Today” show, and I’m impressed he lived to 100.