Paul Musgrave, writing for The Hoosier Review, says that I can’t draw. How Paul Musgrave, writing for The Hoosier Review, presumes to know this is anybody’s guess — given that Paul Musgrave doesn’t know me from Adam. Fact is, I can draw quite well. Quite well. And I’ve never, to my knowledge, said otherwise — either to Paul Musgrave, The Hoosier Review, or anyone affiliated in any way with either.

Hollywood maverick Rod Steiger died today. He was 77.

So I’m gonna take off here in a little while to go get myself a copy of The Royal Tenenbaums on DVD. Then I’m going to watch it. And I might even watch it while enjoying some strong, chilled hooch. Blogging will no doubt suffer for it. Along those lines (he said, attempting a rather hamfisted segue), here are a couple of links to The Weekly Standard’s amusing Point/Counterpoint debate

Anybody catch the most recent Red Neck olympics? ‘Cause you missed some good stuff if not, I can tell you that much. For instance, I saw some sum’bitch spit a watermelon seed 147 yards into an old Crisco can — without even taking the piece of straw he was chewing on out of his mouth! Granted, the banjo pickin’, cousin bangin’, stockcar racin’ “triathelon” struck me as kinda strange —

Writing in the National Review, Jonah Goldberg takes on Stanley Fish (and postmodernism more generally), reacting to Fish’s recent Harper’s cover piece, “Postmodern Warfare: The ignorance of our warrior intellectuals.” Writes Goldberg: […] what’s set me off is Fish’s claim that postmodernism is simply “a rarefied form of academic talk.” Fish would have people believe that postmodernism is simply what postmodernists do in their hidden English-department laboratories. Well, not only