Memphis is so nasty. (”How nasty is Memphis?”) So nasty that’s no knockoff street shirt, but is in the official Memphis Tiger bookstore as the official Ole Miss shirt. (HT: Ragin Cajun and FOTP.)

College football arrives next week. Warm up your pimp hand over the weekend, and get ready to whoop the trick of your choice, playas and playettes.

The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.

I fly because it releases my mind from the tyranny of petty things . . .

I hope if dogs take over the world, and they choose a king, they don’t just go by size, because I bet there are some Chihuahuas with some good ideas.

All things are on fire . . . The eye is on fire; forms are on fire; eye-consciousness is on fire; impressions received by the eye are on fire.

No quote besides this: thanks for four great years, 16.

Success is going from failure to failure without a loss of enthusiasm.

Tell me I have led a good life.

“Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster, and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.”

Thus concludes my guest-hosting week at EDSBS, which was more fun and went more smoothly than I could’ve possibly hoped for — thanks in large part to your First Officer, Holly; our devoted and on-the-ball tipsters; and to all of you faithful commenters out there. Y’all showed admirable patience with my non-Orson-ness and had some really nice words of encouragement besides. Thanks for flying with us this week, and should your reading plans call for sports blogging in the future, we hope you’ll choose EDSBS. – Doug

Happy weekend; Orson makes his tanned and triumphant return on Monday.

Never before in the history of warfare had there been a continuing explosive; indeed, up to the middle of the twentieth century the only explosives known were combustibles whose explosiveness was due entirely to their instantaneousness; and these atomic bombs which science burst upon the world that night were strange even to the men who used them.

No matter how big a guy might be, Nicky would take him on. You beat Nicky with fists, he comes back with a bat. You beat him with a knife, he comes back with a gun. And if you beat him with a gun, you better kill him, because he’ll keep comin’ back and back until one of you is dead.

O God! methinks it were a happy life,
To be no better than a homely swain;
To sit upon a hill, as I do now,
To carve out dials quaintly, point by point,
Thereby to see the minutes, how they run,
How many make the hour full complete;
How many hours bring about the day;
How many days will finish up the year;
How many years a mortal man may live.

A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.