Gymnastics was at 6:00 on Thursday, and that coincided with the time of the unveiling of the Shaqstue, which was happening in the parking lot shared by the Field House (location of gymnastics) and the basketball practice building. I went outside to watch the unveiling.

Willie Lyles, Parkinson's, star receiver makes himself ineligible with some violation that we don't understand, probation because of a years-ago violation recruiting a player who LSU refused to take because of said violation, and oh yeah, I heard something about a fight at a bar.

We all know that you should wash your hands after using the toilet. Unsaid, but equally well understood is the fact that there are some places where it's just fine not to wash your hands after you use the toilet. Let this serve as my attempt to quantify when and when it is not okay.

I've got more stories about the New York Stat trip, plus lots of pictures and videos linked here.

Theskinnyonbenny family had one long, full day to be tourists in Washington D.C this summer. We did the normal wandering around of governmental buildings and monuments.

Have you ever come back from a nice dinner to find a friend in the pool out back, naked as a jaybird, and both hands over his head, one holding a rusty machete and the other holding an open bottle of Patron?

The theskinnyonbenny family spent last week on Lake George, in upstate New York. Or I guess more accurately, we were on a little spit of the lake that dumps into a river. We could boat or drive to the lake, but poor landscaping prevented the picturesque view that we deserved as tourists from far away.

Are we entering a new golden age of music? For the past 10 years or so, I could count on one new album every 12-18 months that would really, really get me excited. Albums that were new, creative, great, and instantly excellent.

When I hear of a celebrity's texted/twittered penis pic, I usually check it out. Sure, you can call me names, but I think you're probably checking too. Greg Oden, Santonio Holmes, and now Anthony Weiner, covered though it was with stylish drawers. I'm a lightweight-expert at public figures who are just a little too proud of their wangs.

A gross little story about Whole Foods, meats, and the dangers of free samples.

On Sunday morning, I found myself in a half-awake, half-asleep dream. The premise of the dream was that somehow over the years, the traditions associated with Easter and the ones associated with Thanksgiving had become confused. And so I could see it clearly, I was there at Christ's crucifixion.

Funny kid story.