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mysteryobject

This mystery object from space is expected to whiz by Earth at a distance of about 130,000 kilometers tomorrow. Scientists are stumped by the object, which is 33- to 50-feet wide at most. It’s catalogued as 2010AL30, a 10-meter class asteroid. But who knows. It might be our own space junk. Or an alien probe, perhaps. Even a scout ship? Photo seen from the Skylive-Grove Creek Observatory in Australia.

MORE:  The Daily Astronomer speculates on what 2010AL30 could be

The Red State Oprah

Nice to see Sarah get a Fox political commentary deal, though she seemed to be doing fine with her Facebook news release comments.

You say Nigra, I say Negro

I have no use for sourpuss Harry Reid. But his use of the word Negro and the subsequent hoo-rah over it is just crep. What other minority flips out if a public figure doesn’t subscribe to their appellations-du-jour? Balderdash.

Reid also is pilloried because he put words to the obvious: that Barry is light-skinned. No kidding. And has no Negro dialect. Nope, sure doesn’t. He might have said Barry is actually half-white. There’s one still in hiding.

People of color, instead of colored people. What malarky. Why do white people allow themselves to be forced to play this stupid race game? Okay, so nigger is a pejorative. Except when it’s in a black mouth. Hypocritical poppycock. We should take a break from this nonsense, starting with Reid.

UPDATE: Baldilocks agrees, Reid was only telling the truth (for once).

Miles Austin’s girlfriend

It’s funny. This is one of those Roberta Vasquez moments. I hardly know who Miles Austin is. Okay, he plays for the Dallas Cowboys. But his girlfriend? Beats me.  Yet, today alone, “Miles Austin girlfriend” has brought me 45 visitors.

I’m sure they leave disappointed. There is no picture of his girlfriend here. There is a picture of former Longhorns football star Aaron Ross’s girlfriend, track star Sanya Richards. So when folks Google for a picture of Austin’s elusive squeeze, right there in the No. 5 slot is my picture of Sanya. Heh.

Horns’ loss vs Tide’s win

Funny thing about that game. Just about everywhere, except maybe in Bama itself, it’s liable to become known as the game Texas lost because its QB was lost, rather than the game that Alabama won because it’s an SEC powerhouse or whatever.

Or, as the local sportswriters call it: The Game That Might Have Been. It’s not entirely true that Bama won primarily because Texas lost its All-American QB after five plays, but it sure looked that way and a lot of people, including a lot of neutral observers, sure are going to remember it that way.

The “live axle” Morgan

Chatter on our OCS email group not so long ago turned to one fellow’s ownership of a forty-nine-year-old Austin-Healey. Reminded me of what I did on our Xmas break in 1967.

After discovering I had been dumped by my college girlfriend for a civilian, I spent the time sleeping in the bath tub of my sister’s one-bedroom D.C.  apartment (the couch was occupied) and driving around town with a friend who had a Morgan. The “live axle” one. No springs. Jar your teeth right out of your head. As the experts used to say: you hit the first bump in a Morgan, missed the second one and hit the third one.

Take me back to Tulsa, I’m too young to marry…

Tulsa “eyes” hosting 2020 Summer Olympics. Time to spiff up the ol’ Plymouth again. Now there’s a myopic idea. Personally, I’d rather be 24 Hours From Tulsa. At least.

Via Dustbury.