…and was alerted to the fact that Dr Frisch, who yesterday evening emailed me and asked me to take down a commenter’s link to an Arizona newspaper article that featured her photo, has shown her appreciation by posting a picture of me as “Count Cockula.” Our email exchange from last evening: Hi Jeff. You allowed someone to post a picture of me at home. Given the many, many threats I

The site is somewhat stable, but I’m having problems with the comments.  My host is working on that as we speak.  In the meantime, I’m going for a walk with the kid.  Back in an hour or so.

For those of you who haven’t seen this Inside Higher Ed piece, take a look.  Then blink, and look again.  Does the story as it appears at Inside Higher Ed match the version of events we all watched unfold over the last few days?  Anyway, I responded in the comments there, but my comment has yet to appear, so I’m going to post it here while I’m still up and

—Roughly 850,000 of which contain, in one form or another, some reference to cooze. Of course, much of that is couched in abstruse symbolism, so I don’t expect everyone will see it.  But I see it.  I see it clear as day.  **** update: Evidently, I’m undergoing another DoS attack. So if the site gets wonky, that’s the reason.

1) I don’t feel victimized.  Debbie Frisch is as nutty as the ring inside a squirrel’s crapper, but I don’t think she’s a threat.  She’s more of an object lesson in having too many cats. 2) I allowed Debbie to continue commenting here because she was threatening to show her ass.  Not that any of us wanted to see such a horrid, rippled thing, of course—but, well, we’re intellectually curious. 

Anything been happening? Discuss among yourselves.  Me, I have some food shopping to do.

—That about sums it up, yeah. Though if its any consolation, the randy bastard spent most of the afternoon eating chicken wings and getting drunk on pitchers of Bud at the Hooter’s near Colorado Blvd and Virginia Ave., and then danced on the table to Echo and the Bunnymen’s “Lips Like Sugar” before a bouncer wrapped him in duct tape and stuffed him into the glass chiller.  When I picked

Gun shopping, you say?  Sure, why the hell not.  Weather’s nice.

[note:  some of Dr Frisch’s comments appear in other threads, going back to July 4.  So if you’re interested poke around – 7/8] Fresh off this bit from John Wesley Hardin (aka “Lo Ping Wong,” aka “shaved chubby”), I’ve been treated to yet another heaping helping of that famed progressive compassion, this time from someone purporting to be Dr. Debbie Frisch, adjunct instructor of psychology at University of Arizona (formerly

From Reuters: A North Korean missile launched on Wednesday was aimed at an area of the ocean close to Hawaii, a Japanese newspaper reported on Friday. Experts estimated the Taepodong-2 ballistic missile to have a range of up to 6,000 km, putting Alaska within its reach. Wednesday’s launch apparently failed shortly after take-off and the missile landed in the sea between the Korean peninsula and Japan, a few hundred kilometres