Weekend Update and other bits of Randandom

First off, posting will be light this week; I have much to do before I leave for Chicago on Friday.

The Red Sox crushed the Yanks twice at Yankee Stadium, before losing a pitcher's duel on what Bill Simmon's refers to as Black Sunday. I thought it was a pretty good sports weekend, but then again I don't give a damn about the Pats. I was more disappointed about not finishing in the money after eight hours of Texas Hold 'Em on Saturday evening.

If my dad was a clown - a real-greasepaint-wearing-balloon-making clown - I don't think I'd toss that out in casual conversation with near strangers. Just sayin.

Nor would I wear two cellphones clipped to my belt. There has to be an alternative. Has to be.

I never understood this comic strip as a kid - it made about as much sense as Danger Island and it wasn't as cool. In both cases, the episodes (or comic strips) always seemed to appear out of order - very bewildering for a seven year old.

I have little of an original nature to entertain you with today, so I'll leave you with an anecdote about one of my personal heroes, Winston S. Churchill.

The British House of Parliament has strict rules of conduct for debate, including a list of terms which members are not allowed to use in referring to the opposition. Winston Churchill was quite adept at this balancing act, taunting and tweaking his political opponents without crossing the line into blatant insult.

However, a young Labor M.P. was not so skilled, and during the course of a savage attack on Churchill used several of the prohibited terms. The House of Commons was horrified by this blatant breach of decorum; the young M.P. was taken aside by Clemet Attlee (then head of the Labor party) and told that he must apologize, in person, to Churchill.

The young M.P. duly presented himself at Churchill's home, presented his card, and was left waiting while the butler went in search of Churchill. The butler located the master of the house, who was comfortably seated on the privy, informed Churchill of his guest, and waited for an answer to bring the waiting M.P.

Churchill reflected for a moment and then replied: "Tell him I can only take one shit at a time."