Oh, hey, I nearly forgot. We went to the Oklahoma State Fair yesterday. It was O.K. I wanted to take a lot of pictures and post them here (like I did last year) but our camera decided to be busted instead. Pity. If you want to see somebody else’s pictures, the State Fair site has a gallery you can look at.

The seal, above, is not the official State Fair emblem; it was generated by this amusing Seal Generator web page. (Hat tip to Pandagon)

This is really fascinating:

If, by some incredible space-time paradox, Chuck Norris would ever fight himself, he’d win. Period.

For more amazing Chuck Norris facts, visit chucknorrisfacts.com.

I don’t often write about football in this venue, but this is quite notable. In the last minute of the OU game this weekend, the referees made not one but two bonehead calls, costing the Sooners the game. Even the instant replay tapes proved the calls were wrong, but they were not overturned. And so now, imposing an all-too-rarely applied punishment, the Pac-10 Conference has suspended the entire officiating crew. Good. The rotters.

For us, Hemi’s Pizza on 23rd Street was always one of the best things about this town. When we moved back to Oklahoma City in 2004, after a four-year absence, we couldn’t wait to celebrate with a gooey 16-inch stuffed sausage and mushroom pie, the way only Hemi’s could make it. But instead we found the restaurant closed, empty, abandoned, and there was much lamentation in the land, for we would never enjoy Hemi’s again.

Until today! Round about lunchtime, I was driving up Classen, and a hauntingly familiar awning caught my eye as I drove past. I executed a u-turn and pulled right up to Hemi’s Pizza, which had not closed after all, but only moved a mile north. I was the hero of the day when I brought home our first taste of Hemi’s in over six years. It was a good day.

LAGOS, Nigeria (Associated Press) - A Nigerian murder suspect accused of killing his brother with an axe told police investigators he actually attacked a goat, which was only later magically transformed into his sibling’s corpse, officials said Thursday.

Michael Fumento heroically discovers the cure for “World Trade Center Illness,” but is anyone grateful?

Clearly, these people are suffering. But the question is: Are they suffering from a variety of toxins or alleged toxins that filled the air after the fiery explosions, or is their problem stress-caused psychogenic illness with perhaps some non-psychogenic illness mixed in?

I won’t spoil the ending. Read the whole thing.