VH-1 offers its list of the “100 Greatest One Hit Wonders” of all time — a snarky* attempt by the Video Musak station to denigrate some wonderful, lasting ditties. Included on VH-1’s list, for instance, are such great tunes as David Soul’s (yes, that David Soul) “Don’t Give Up on Us, Baby,” Suzie Quatro’s (aka “Leather Tuscadero,” for you “Happy Days” fans) “Stumblin in,” the Musical Youth’s “Pass the Dutchie,”

Some stories require no comment. Here’s one such, from the Cincinnati Enquirer: Everything worked out in the end in the wait for a stolen ring that police say was swallowed by their suspect. But a detective said he will seek more felony charges against 30-year-old Sean Hargrave — for allegedly producing the evidence earlier in the week, then hiding it again. Tuesday, the missing $2,500 diamond engagement ring, first discovered

Writing in The National Review, James Bowman offers his thoughts on the UNC Qur’anic-primer controversy, concluding with this wry observation: […] like most academic studies these days, the UNC teach-in is all for the sake of making the teachers feel better, and more virtuous, for showing off their own tolerance in public. And why does the state sponsor that? Uh, good question. ‘Cause it’s cheaper keeping ’em around than it

Anybody else stay up until 2 a.m. this morning watching Urban Cowboy — only to find that right afterwards you had the strange urge to lift weights, chug a Lone Star beer, chew through a coupla of Mezcal worms, and beat the shit out of Debra Winger…? No…? Well then me neither. Stupid Scott Glenn and his stupid muscles. Stupid Charlie Daniels Band. (I’m exhausted and delerious, by the way.

Okay, I’ll admit it: Guys who embroider kinda creep me out. And guys who embroider and then admit to it on their brand new blogs really creep me out. But worst of all — like, the cream of the creepy crop worst, I mean — are those guys who embroider, admit to it on their new blogs, and then link to my site. What do such people want, do you

“Hackers who use the internet to alter people’s identities on the [New Zealand] electoral roll could face prosecution. “The warning from Electoral Enrolment Centre manager Murray Wicks follows the plight of a New Plymouth woman whose name was changed to Mr Fat Ass,” The New Zealand Herald reports. Kylene Soar was stunned when she received the letter from the electoral centre asking her to confirm that she had changed her

I can’t tell you why this bothered me so much, but it did. For whatever reasons. So y’know, I’m just saying, is all… From the Dayton Daily News: In a post-Columbine world, acts of innocent fun have sometimes turned into criminal acts of revenge. Nobody

— Hello. You’ve reached the mobile communication unit of Eugene Glick. If you and your friends are planning to: 1) Give me an atomic wedgie — an exercise in which I’m pinned against a gym locker while you yank the waistband of my undies up over my head, nearly severing one of my testicles in the process — please press the # button. 2) Corner me in the school lavoratory

“More than 17 million adults in the United States have at some time impersonated Elvis Presley, according to a poll released on Monday ahead of the 25th anniversary of the singer’s death. “The Harris poll found that 71 million Americans over the age of 18 considered themselves Elvis fans, while 70 percent of the adult population had watched at least one of Presley’s 33 movies,” the Independent Online reports. The

Den Beste talks about pseudonymous posting, courage of convictions, and &tc. Me, I’m a hawkish humanities teacher who curses alot, thinks just about everyone working in his field is heavily invested in theoretical tripe (I beg them to change, really I do), and is convinced that the “diversity” project so favored by university bureaucrats ranks right up there with the push to switch Americans over to the metric system as