Programming note

For reasons unknown (Red Chinese hackers?), Internet access last Thursday and Friday came in three forms: slow, slower and nonexistent. Hence, no S&G for two days. (My outdated Mac at home no longer supports the home page either.) So for those of you — and there have been quite a few — petitioning for an S&G take on Prince Harry‘s butt-naked exploits at Wynncore, my apologies. As for my prediction of puckering sphincters at the Las Vegas Review-Journal in the wake of the New Orleans Times-Picayune wipeout, Nostradamus McKee has struck yet again. Fortunately, in the R-J‘s case, scything an entire stratum of long-tenured (emphasis on “long”), highly remunerated upper management will permit the restoration of five reportorial positions to a notoriously undermanned paper. Very few people “deserve” to lose a job — and I’ve lost a few in my time — but this makes a world of sense from a business standpoint, so you’ll forgive me if I don’t break out the crying towel for some of the last remnants of the antediluvian Thomas Mitchell era. We all get the vaudeville hook sooner or later and, in the case of these gentleman, they had the good fortune to be in the “later” category.