…from the Youth Division comes this little tale of gunny goodness.
Executive Summary: Father gets upset with family, threatens to kill everyone in the house, and indeed starts off by killing his adult stepdaughter. His son says “Enough is enough” and blows a hole in Daddy Dearest, who then assumes room temperature. Cops shrug and give the kid an “Attaboy” medal.
The only sad thing is that the woman had to die before her asshole stepfather was ushered out.
And that’s enough laughter — it’s Monday FFS.
…but we’re not done quite yet.
And that’s it for today. Carry on Mondaying.
Part of a showbiz family (see below), Lisa Gaye was lovely (and a devout Christian). Certainly, the movie studios thought so, as she was signed to a four-year contract when she was only 17. But judge for yourselves:
And not just a pretty — okay, gorgeous — face, either.
In Technicolor:
Never as well known as her sister (Debra Paget), you can certainly say hers was a handsome showbiz family. Seen here with Debra and brother Frank :
Lovely formal clothing, not a tattoo in sight… how I miss those days.
Looks as though Sports Illustrated has decided to cut the fat:
No, not that fat. This fat:
The owner of Sports Illustrated has ended the employment of the publication’s entire staff, leaving the very existence of the nearly 70-year-old magazine in doubt.
Then follows a while bunch of publishing industry gobbledegook (good luck trying to understand this nonsense — it reads like the article’s author didn’t understand it either):
The licensing group that owns the sports mag has terminated its agreement with The Arena Group to continue publishing the magazine three weeks after Arena missed a $2.8 million payment, a deficit that breached the magazine’s licensing deal, according to Front Office Sports.
Authentic bought SI out from Meredith in 2019 for $10 million. If it continues publishing, the magazine will turn 70 years old this August.
An email announcing the decision says in part, “We were notified by Authentic Brands Group (ABG) that the license under which the Arena Group operates the Sports Illustrated (SI) brand and SI-related properties had been officially revoked by ABG.”
Got all that? There will be a test. Not that it matters, because here’s the crux of it:
“As a result of this license revocation, we will be laying off staff that work on the SI brand.”
Crap magazine, terrible writing, stupid stories, and let’s not forget the idiotic decision to put fatties in the Swimsuit Issue instead of hotties like oh, Leryn Franco. Ergo, from this:
…to this: 
“Oh noes… why did people stop buying our magazine? They must all be Christianist Trumpists!” or some such twaddle.
SI never recovered from the loss of writers like Pete King, Frank DeFord and Rick Telander, to name just some. And the arrival of Internet reportage shot them in the gut, just as what happened to many print magazines in other industries.
Won’t be missed. Mediocrity and crap hardly ever is.
Jeremy Clarkson, who knows a thing or two about these things, once suggested that the only reason you should buy a car is how it makes you feel when you walk into your garage in the morning. If it causes feelings of pride, vanity or even a slight protuberance in the trousers, then that’s the car you should get instead of that Honda Civic or Toyota Camry.
As threatened promised earlier in the week, today we are going to take a look at Sotheby’s 2024 Arizona auction catalogue.
Your job, should you choose to accept it, is to pick the top five (and only the Top 5) that would give you the above-mentioned feelings if you were to walk into your five-car garage in the morning for the purpose of selecting the car that you were going to drive that day. (And if you’re perfectly happy with your 1995 Chevy C-10 pickup and can’t imagine wanting one of these, feel free not to share that with us.)
As I said earlier in the week, please ignore the prices because they’re just suggestions — some or most of which may turn out to be hopelessly unrealistic come next Thursday’s auction.
I would recommend that you spend some time looking at the descriptions for each of the cars offered, because (as I discovered) your choices may well be influenced thereby.
What I’m looking for is a feeling of desire, and not investment. Please rank your choices, therefore, in order of desirability; and feel free to add the purpose of your drive that day (hot date, cross-country trip, visiting family, getting groceries, whatever).
My Top 5 are listed below the fold.
If you’ve got nothing special to do for a couple of hours this evening, take a look at Ronnie O’Sullivan, yet again wearing his opponent down by sheer persistence and peerless skill, even though down by three frames at the beginning of the video.
What’s amazing is that Ronnie was not at his best and it showed in a couple of careless misses, but even against an opponent who was the class of the field all week (scored more centuries than anyone ever has), the Rocket just held on and battered away, becoming the oldest Masters winner ever. And that with an elbow injury so severe he couldn’t raise the trophy afterwards, needing his kids to do it for him.
Pure magic.
If you want to do the marathon, here’s the whole match. Watch it over three days, like I did. (Of course, it’s been colder than the Witch of Endor’s tits this week, so I had little else to do. YMMV.)