Other than writing an article that’s overdue, picking up a week’s worth of Wonder Dog shit, mowing the lawn, putting a presentation together for work, cleaning the kitchen from the wreckage that last night’s dinner left behind, and doing a pile of amplifier measurements, I have nothing to do today. It will be totally relaxing.

Birthdays today are a bit wanting… but let’s not ignore a woman who maybe wasn’t so innocent; a guy who was based; Michael Strahan’s spirit animal; a guy who released a record but the spindle hole kept healing up; proof that people have shitty taste in music; Linus Pauling’s nemesis; a woman who kept Roman Polanski from raping young girls and paid the price; a mediocrity who has learned how to play the PBS crowd; a guy who was rather excitable; a complete piece of shit with the blood of hundreds of thousands on his hands; a guy who should have played drums for Spinal Tap; and the most brilliant and creative troll of all time.

Next, news.

 

It is now harder to get laid.

 

“We don’t care about the constitution, this is a matter of officer… safety. Or something.”

 

Next time someone tells me, “Team Red isn’t great but at least it’s better than Team Blue,” I’ll remember this. Admittedly they’re all shitheads, but still, what’s the point? Deliberately sinking yourselves?

 

Fake hate crime? I’ll take bets.

 

When you stop giggling at the names “Boncutter”and “Elcock,” perhaps you’ll be amused at this.

 

Hold onto your wallets.

 

Hold onto your wallets.

 

Old Guy Music is a perennial favorite of SP’s and mine. And it has a particular resonance for us now.