I kept saying it. “Something is going to happen. Something wonderful.” And you didn’t believe me, you made fun of me, and then you stopped paying attention.

Then the big SugarFree/SP collaboration dropped. And you were astonished. As well you should have been. And my feeling of vindication swelled to the bursting point, like the glans under Hope Hicks’s thumb.

Speaking of things happening, there are birthdays, including a guy whose work was a bit obscura; a guy whose disgusting obsessions cost hundreds of thousands of lives; one of oh so many corrupt dictators, but man, he could tie one on; a woman who certainly was a meteorology enthusiaste; a woman who always needed a Trigger warning; the progenitor of my undergrad senior project; a guy who inspired a great Jethro Tull song; a guy who still doesn’t know the frequency; a guy who, despite his name, wasn’t one of my relatives; and a guy who gets much love here, but whose books were a real chore for me to read.

Now the news.

 

Would it be terrible if I guessed that they might have Chinese programmers?

 

“Was that wrong?”

 

Exponential! And the usual abuse of terminology and statistics.

 

What’s the matter with kids today?

 

Corrupt judges and prosecutors have to support each other, otherwise it would be chaos, amirite?

 

Or, how about maybe giving it back to the taxpayers…?

 

Old Guy Music is a trio of three famous guys whose collaboration just never got the commercial success it deserves. And Ginger Baker breaks the cliche of jazz-obsessed white British drummers being totally unable to swing. This is terrific jazz drumming, and of course (as expected) Bill and Charlie kick sixteen varieties of ass.