THEME: "Multi-Hyphenates" — in familiar phrases, "LINE" is replaced by dashes, which form a literal DASHED LINE (112A: Indication of where to cut ... or something written five times in this puzzle?). In the Down crosses, those "dashes" magically turn into "hyphens"
Theme answers:
[LINE] WORKER (22A: Electrician who might put in overtime after a bad storm)
At the time of his final game, he was the oldest player in the major leagues and had the most wins, losses, and strikeouts of any active MLB pitcher. He was likened to Phil Niekro due to his long career and relatively old age upon retirement. On April 17, 2012, Moyer became the oldest pitcher in MLB history to win a game. On May 16, 2012, he broke his own winning-pitcher record and also set the record for the oldest MLB player to record a run batted in (RBI). He also holds the major league record for most home runs allowed with 522.
Moyer made the All-Star team in 2003, while with the Mariners. (wikipedia)
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***ATTENTION: READERS AND FELLOW SOLVERS IN SYNDICATION (if you're reading this in January, that's you!)*** : It's January, which means it's time once again for my annual week-long pitch for financial contributions to the blog. Every year I ask readers to consider what the blog is worth to them on an annual basis and give accordingly. Writing this blog is a joy, but it is also a job—an everyday, up-by-4am job. My morning schedule is regular as hell. So regular that my cats know my routine and will start walking all over me if I even *stir* after 3am. You ever lie there in the early morning, dying to simply roll over or stretch, but knowing that the second you do, the second you so much as budge, the cats will take it as a signal that you're through with sleep and ready to serve them? So you just lie perfectly still, trying to get every ounce of bedrest you can before the cats ruin it all? That's me, every morning. I guess you could say they "help" get me up on time to write, but come on, I have an alarm for that. The cats are adorable, but frankly they're no help at all. After I feed them, I go upstairs to write, and what do they do? They go straight back to sleep. Here I'll show you. This was two days ago, when I came downstairs after writing:
And this was yesterday, same time:
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True confession: the first time I ever heard the term DASHED LINE was ... today. Just now. Total news to me, this term. I know the term "dotted line," of course. You sign on it, famously. The thing is—and I never thought of this before today—"dotted line" is kind of a misnomer, because most of the so-called "dotted lines" I've seen in my life have, in fact, been composed of *dashes.* I just found out that if you look up the term, "dotted line," you will see many dictionaries acknowledging that even though we're saying "dot," we mean "dash." A dotted line is "a line of dots or dashes on a form or document" per Collins Dictionary, for example. And even though the clue refers to a line that indicates where you're supposed to cut (with scissors), not where you're supposed to sign, I don't know that I would've called that line anything else but a "dotted line." I certainly wouldn't have called it a "DASHED LINE," for reasons established in the first sentence of this paragraph. So the basic terminology in this one—the core concept, the revealer itself—was alien to me today. So that was weird. Also weird: calling your "dash" puzzle "Multi-Hyphenates," as hyphens ... are not ... the same ... as dashes. Yes, a hyphen looks kind of like an en dash, but "dash" and "hyphen" are not equivalent and there are any number of siteson theinternet that are more than happy to explain the difference to you.
So terminological issues are distracting me today, making it hard to appreciate what the puzzle's trying to do. The puzzle needs the line to be DASHED and not DOTTED today, because the whole point of the theme (wordplay-wise) is that the word "LINE" is "DASHED," i.e. turned into dashes, so that those (en) dashes can then function as "hyphens" in the crosses. The fact that the "dash" becomes a "hyphen" in the crosses is actually really nifty. I totally missed this aspect of the theme until I started describing the theme in this write-up. I thought those Downs that ran through "LINE" were just skipping over a missing "LINE"—I didn't see that the "LINE" needed to be made of "-"s, that all the Down answers *featured* "-"s as part of their make-up. I've spent a solving lifetime studiously ignoring hyphens. I've entered OPED in the grid a million times over the years, but OP [hyphen] ED? Never, that I can recall. The fact that the puzzle got *all* the words crossing "LINE"s to be hyphenated answers—that's pretty impressive. It didn't make the solve itself very exciting, but it definitely made me respect the intricacy of the construction.
The fact that LINE was in every theme answer helped make this puzzle very easy. It also meant that the theme answer set was repetitive and somewhat bland. Further, there just wasn't a lot of other marquee fill to liven things up. Only a small handful of answers outside the theme are seven letters or longer, and most of those are pretty ordinary. Perfectly solid, but not exactly scintillating. So I wish there'd been more oomph and sparkle in the grid overall. Still, there were a couple of moments that really made me light up. The first was running into the book I Know a RHINO (102D: "I Know a ___" (rhyming children's book)). We read this to / with our daughter All The Time when she was little. It was a bedtime story that was actually fun to read. The kind you hope they'll ask for ("oh god please don't let her pick [long boring story, title redacted]!"). The illustrations are lovely and incongruous and silly in that way that little kids love. In short, good memories, especially as earlier today, that same daughter (now 24) was sending me selfies from in front of the Louvre and the Eiffel Tower (stuck in Paris on her way to Venice for work, but making the most of it). Anyway, the puzzle gave me fond memories of the girl, and I'm grateful for that. I literally exclaimed "Aw..." mid-solve.
[FUGE (4)]
The other moment that made me smile was when Jamie MOYER showed up (. I thought "Oh, lots of people are not going to know him. I don't think he's been in the grid since ... since ... wait a minute ..." And sure enough, this is just the second appearance of MOYER—the first since I debuted him in one of my NYTXW puzzles back in 2012.
I'm not saying his name is good fill, exactly—despite his many accomplishments, Jamie MOYER is a pretty obscure name, especially to casual (or non-) baseball fans. But I took a weird baseball-fan pride in giving the old guy his due back in 2012, and I was weirdly happy to see his name again today. "Good for him!" Kinda weird to have MOYER *and* MAYER in the same grid, but ... they *are* different names, so ... judges say: no foul!
No struggles today. Only one write-over, but it was a doozy. I had the ANT- at 37A: Lion's prey and without much hesitation wrote in ... ANTEATER. Which fit! I did think "huh, never saw that on Wild Kingdom," but I also thought "sure, why not, I can see a lion eating one of those." But no, yeah, ANTELOPE, way more iconic. And I've learned (in about two minutes of cursory online searching) that ANTEATERs are not actually a part of the average lion diet.
Further notes:
18A: Emmy-winning drama series set in the midwest (FARGO) — still not totally on board with calling North Dakota "the midwest"—all those northern and central states just to the west of the Mississippi are "Plains States" (part of the Great Plains), and should be classified separately from the "midwest," imho—but the Census Bureau says NDAK is in the "midwest," so I guess it just is.
[The Census Bureau's idea of the "midwest"]
47A: Language from which "curry" comes (TAMIL) — hesitated at TAM-L between "I" and "A." I blame "tamale."
55A: Dien Bien ___, 1954 battle site in Vietnam (PHU) — thank you, Billy Joel
61A: McEvoy of cosmetics (TRISH) — no idea. You wanna stump me, give me "cosmetics" names. Anything beyond ESTEE Lauder or OPI nail polish (or ULTA Beauty, or L'OREAL) and I'm done for.
76A: "The Simpsons" character who says "I've done everything the Bible says! Even the stuff that contradicts the other stuff!" (NED) — Flanders!
90A: They might make you jump (UP ARROWS) — I know I said I had no sticking points today, but I forgot about this answer, which I could Not parse for the longest time (that is, some small amount of time). I had the whole front end (UPARR-) and still: no idea. I was trying to make it be one word. Rookie mistake. UP ARROWS make you jump ... up ... one row ... in whatever text you are working on. (Sorry, I’m being told this is about video games. [Shrug].)
91D: ___ Bill, folk hero who is said to have ridden a tornado like a bucking bronco (PECOS) — it's weird, I know the name PECOS Bill, but I could not have told you one thing about him.
"Fakelore"! What a great term. Someone should cover Taylor Swift's Folklore in its entirety and call it Fakelore. Weird Al? No, that would probably be Folklore (Weird Al's Version). Would listen.
We're nearing the end of Holiday Pet Pics, as the "Holiday" season winds down. I know I said "no more submissions," but I might have room for a few more on New Year's Day, so if you wanna send me Fido in a Santa suit or Fluffy sleeping under the increasingly brittle Christmas tree or Dino eating a dreidel dog treat, go ahead.
This is Miss Frida Flirt Hyman-Taylor, who (in typical Schnauzer fashion) likes to celebrate the holidays by being imperious and territorial. Also cute.
[Thanks, Steve]
Here we see Queso as he tries and fails to string the lights on the tree. "Why do these get so tangled?! Why don't I have opposable thumbs?!" Also pictured: Wolfy, who is absolutely no help.
[Thanks, Robert]
Penny and Merle like to solve together. Here, Penny throws down her pencil in disgust: "ASTA ... TOTO ... ODIE ... this dog bias is bull***." Merle doesn't notice or care. He's still working on 8-Down: "PURR! Is it PURR! Write in PURR! No, MEOW! MEW! No, TUNA! Write in TUNA!" Penny: "It's eight letters, dummy." Merle: "TUUUUUNA!"
[Thanks, Barak]
For the first time in three years, Qwerty came out of hiding when guests came over to the house (true story). It's a Chanukah miracle!
[Thanks, Deborah]
And lastly today, here's Felix and Chester, the Siberian Forest Cats, looking dubious about their Christmas gift. "Is that ... a book? That looks like a book. You ... shouldn't have. No, seriously."
Hello and happy actual new year! Gonna have to be a short one tonight because as I am writing this it is still, in fact, night—New Year's Eve, to be exact, and since we've already been out to a special dinner and I've already had a *little* to drink, I am a *little* not up to my usual laser-focused and erudite writing self, as you can probably tell by this sentence that I am currently writing. In short, I am already a bit tired, and want to spend what's left of the year just hanging out in my pajamas with my wife and cats. Maybe you can relate, Maybe you can't. It matters not. Here's a photo of my wife getting a tarot reading at the fancy dinner we went to earlier:
I didn't get a reading tonight because I had one done last New Year's Eve (same establishment, different reader) and the next day I got COVID, which I took as a clear message not to mess with the Dark Arts. But my wife can do whatever the hell she wants. Seems like she got a hopeful and positive reading, which does not surprise me, you're not exactly gonna tell someone they're gonna get gout and their hair's gonna fall out this year. Not before dessert, anyway. Here's the menu for the evening, which includes an in-the-wild sighting of NYE (3):
And here's me, the goer-outer, after having gone out (also pictured: Alfie, sullenly waiting to be fed):
And now, the first puzzle of the year ... sure, sure, fine. A little word waltz, one-two-three, one-two-three ... or one-one-three, I guess. Would've been nice if the set had been tighter. DUCK and TICK start out a nice -CK pattern, but then that fades. TICK, TICK, BOOM! and HIP, HIP, HOORAY! are both Exclamation Point-worthy ... and maybe DUCK, DUCK, GOOSE! is as well, but "THERE, THERE, NOW" is not. What's the opposite of an exclamation point, because that is what "THERE, THERE, NOW" should have. Also, the phrase is just "THERE, THERE," or else it's "THERE, NOW"—"THERE, THERE, NOW" feels like an odd mash-up of the more common, shorter soothing phrases. All the other opening pairs need their third element to make sense, whereas "THERE, THERE" absolutely does not. So it's an outlier, and kind of a big one. As I say, the set could be tighter. But it's totally inoffensive, so shrug, whatever, I'm not mad.
Solving Downs-only was a piece of cake today. I weirdly, bizarrely forgot what a [Bacon slice] was called ("... slab? ... rasher?") but got it easily once the crosses got inferrable. The biggest sticking point today was TRA-la-la!" for "OOH-la-la!" (38D: "___-la-la!") Luckily I got "COPY THAT" without much trouble, and since CTATS is not (as yet) a thing, it was out with TRA and (eventually) in with OOH. CTATS became COATS. And that was pretty much that. Why would you go and ruin your puzzle by putting ELON in there? Serious unforced error. I'd rather see HODA Kotb in my puzzle any day (I'm sure an ELON-free grid can be done better than this, but I'm just spitballin' here)
Or here, just go with the abbr. on ELEM, no one will care!
Or you could just clue ELON as the North Carolina university. That's all. Here are some more Holiday Pet Pics to start your new year off right:
["Yes ... yes, all for me ... this all going according to pl— No! Higher, higher, you stupid human, I need a challenge!" (thanks, Eric)]
[Elvira is hiding until this holiday business is over, thank you very much (thanks, Louise)]
[Maggie May will fit in your stocking if you let her (thanks Craig!)]
[Exactly how you'd expect a cat to look when it realizes the present is from a dog (it's true!) (thanks, Rebecca)]
[Theo joins a long line of Cats Under Christmas Trees! (thanks, Shannon)
A long time ago, I was solving this puzzle and got stuck at an unguessable (to me) crossing: N. C. WYETH crossing NATICK at the "N"—I knew WYETH but forgot his initials, and NATICK ... is a suburb of Boston that I had no hope of knowing. It was clued as someplace the Boston Marathon runs through (???). Anyway, NATICK— the more obscure name in that crossing—became shorthand for an unguessable cross, esp. where the cross involves two proper nouns, neither of which is exceedingly well known. NATICK took hold as crossword slang, and the term can now be both noun ("I had a NATICK in the SW corner...") or verb ("I got NATICKED by 50A / 34D!")