The temps here have cooled off to 109. I may have to break out my down jacket. But on the bright side, we have very hardy rioters, so the heat isn’t slowing them down. It is, however, making me rethink some of my life choices…

And there’s no shortage of birthdays, including a guy who was a good egg; a vastly underrated director; a brilliant comic whose talent was subsumed to other aspects; the male June Foray; a pretty decent fellow with a clarinet; a physicist beloved of anti-Big Bang cranks but actually a solid and creative guy; a guy who uttered one of the most memorable lines in movie history; and a guy who became a grup, then died.

There is also no shortage of news. After all, I’m not Brett. But there may be a theme. Like, the Wuhan panic may be coming to a close.

 

This gives me an erection. I mean, really, a quivering one.

 

The kind of erection that could put someone’s eye out.

 

“There better not be any Mexican in that riot!”

 

You have to be really, really hardy to riot in this heat.

 

To quote Martin Yan, “You cut it up, cut it up,cut it up. Isn’t that mahvelous?”

 

Look, she’s already dead, why are we keeping this up? OUCH, THAT STAPLER HURT!

 

Here’s some fun trivia.

 

You’ve heard of Speed Metal? Old Guy Music is Speed Jazz, featuring a birthday boy. Holy shit, it’s almost exhausting to listen to.