SP reached a landmark this week. She’s been studying Italian via Duolingo and watching lots of Italian-language videos. She reached the goal of 1,000 days straight of lessons. So instead of the usual Saturday night “Hey, kid, make me a sammich,” we had a couple of our long-time Hit & Run friends over for dinner, and enjoyed several pretty fine bottles of wine. So as a consequence, I may fuck up a link or two, here and there. Please be too busy congratulating this wonderful, hard-working, and smart girl to bag on me about them.

I guess we could celebrate some birthdays today, including a rather magnetic fellow; the last real hottie to occupy the British throne; the best friend of James McReynolds; Bill Clinton’s spirit animal; a woman who showed that you don’t have to be male to achieve the heights of incompetence and corruption; my spirit animal; a musician with the distinction of recording the worst versions of his own songs; and a radar expert.

Now for the news. Be gentle.

 

Origins of LemonParty.com explained.

 

According to court documents, people at the recreation area “were able to subdue” Jacob Trey Valentino and “restrain him” until deputies got there. The appearance of “subdued” and “restrained” is evident. I love this place.

 

Another reason I love this place.

 

Memo from the British fever swamp. I read the same article, with names and parties transposed, every four years.

 

From the Department of Soviet Elections.

 

 

 

Old Guy Music is something of a puzzle- how have I not posted any of their songs before? Well, oversight corrected and this will get your blood flowing.