Sure, it seems like the world is falling apart. Like the crazies have just taken over and there’s no turning back. But it’s a source of entertainment, at least if you’re not the one getting his skull cracked by a billy club. SP and I took Wonder Dog for an outing last night. Unfortunately for Dog, it involved getting a bath, trimming nails, and other things she hates in order for her to be presentable. And me as well. SP made me put on my muzzle.

Birthdays today include a spy who was certainly not a cat; a champion cyclist; a famous Jew-hater; a pianist whose work I love; a bass player whose work I love; a singer/songwriter who made a career out of being a lesbian; an actor who made a career out of being a flamboyant gay; a bizarre and usually unfunny chick who was in my favorite Jerry Lewis film; and a guy who was in the worst film about wine ever made.

Screw that, let’s look at the news and laugh our asses off.

 

Trump: reporters = Jim Florentine: telemarketers.

 

“I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody’s part.”

 

This would have been great if it weren’t just a shell game. How about, I dunno, BRINGING THEM HOME?

 

Fuck you, cut spending. OK, well, just fuck you, out of principle.

 

How about, “Don’t bother?”

 

After I thought WaPo hit Peak Stupid, NYT says, “Hold my beer!”

 

I see the lawsuits coming. And deservedly so.

 

Old Guy Music features an old girl. Well, she wasn’t too old at the time but still. I saw a Rick Beato video about the chord and melodic structure of this song, which was perfect for my geeky side, but it did remind me of what an amazingly great song this is. I could live without the Pat Metheny solo, though…