Don’t even ask. On a 1 to 10 scale, my stress is at 23. But I am married to the greatest woman in the world, so that makes up for everything else. What, you think I’m going to be as clever and creative with my linkages as she is? Hah! Nope, this will be my usual mediocre-but-long deal.

Starting with birthdays. And those start with the godfather of science fiction; move on to my favorite jazz vocalist; possibly the stupidest and most corrupt person to ever have the title “Senator”; and ending with the worst headcase to ever take the mound.

On to actual news.


Team Blue likes senile gropers and drug warriors. I’m just waiting for him to start asking, “What day is this? Where am I? What am I doing here?”


Products You Need. And there are things best left not visualized.


Too late for Rachel Corrie.


Round round get around, I get around.


“I’m not just grasping for power, perish the thought. This is a selfless act.” 


So secret that it’s on the front page.


A heartwarming family story.


This went in a different direction than expected. Edit update: Tlaib can’t help but be a stupid turd.



Old Guy Music honors the birthday boy. And this is the reason he’s my favorite.