Viva Las Vegas! The last time SP and I were there, we got married. And saw Penn and Teller. Unsurprisingly, she and I have not been back, though I’ve gone there solo a few times. This is unsurprising since, frankly, we hate the place. We’re both pretty conversant with probability theory, neither of us has any interest in seeing Carrot Top perform, we have a huge aversion to tacky, and steak houses catering to the pinkie ring crowd hold no attraction. The parts of Vegas that aren’t tacky are seedy and depressing.  But my son (Little Spudalicious, though he’s now 6-7″ taller than his godfather and namesake) was graduating high school, they decided at the last minute to hold a ceremony of sorts, so we loaded up the car and headed up there. The high point is the drive- there’s some amazing scenery. The low point was… Vegas. And the principal’s speech, which reinforced all of my prejudices about the intelligence of public education employees.

On the bright side, it kept us away from the news, and it took me digging around for links to regain the depression and outrage I generally experience on a daily basis.

Our travels do not preclude birthdays, which today include a delightfully named emperor and his equally delightfully named successor; one of the few names in physics to rank with Newton, Einstein, and Feynman; the only real Sherlock Holmes before Jeremy Brett did the final and definitive character; the guy who killed the dinosaurs; the definitive center square; and a brainless but damn talented hottie who was on one of my favorite comedy shows (which curiously isn’t in her Wikipedia bio).

On to news.

 

I may end up being right in my prediction of Kamala “I Had To Fuck Willie Brown To Succeed” Harris as the Team Blue presidential nominee.

 

Not so strange fruit.

 

Don’t try to bring science into it, or you’ll enrage the Party of Science.

 

Wait, didn’t they freeze his head or something? He’s right, of course.

 

Whatever you do, don’t mention the war.

 

Is this why you guys post here so much?

 

In Penny Lane there’s a policeman beating up a black, in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen…

 

Old Guy Music is a song that tells a delightful story, one I was reminded of at Little Spud’s graduation. It really ought to replace Pomp and Circumstance. And a bonus for Tundra- Seela is on backup vocal. I was at this recording and it was a damn fun evening.