March here in Arizona is the first month of Endless Summer. Burn-intensity sun, temperatures pushing 90°, and I’m already starting my seasonal complaining.

Speaking of complaining, for work purposes, I sat through an hour long Zoom yesterday entitled “Building Energy Efficiency Policy under the Biden Administration” presented by (I kid you not) the Acting Principal Deputy Assistant Secretary for the Office of Energy Efficiency and Renewable Energy. Nothing left to cut! She of course had a hyphenated name, always a warning sign. In that hour, she managed to hit every single cliché multiple times: climate crisis, environmental justice, communities of color, equity and inclusion, diversity… there were of course numerical quotas, errrr, goals directing where the money was going to be flushed down the toilet spent invested. And the term “good paying union jobs” kept coming up. When she was asked an question actually about energy efficiency in buildings, she got the confused panic look so familiar to anyone who has seen President Pudding Cup in action. If it weren’t for the fact that my company name and professional affiliation were shown under my picture, I would have thrown some pointed questions out there relating to constitutional justifications for the existence of her job, her actual knowledge of climate and energy, her support of discriminatory programs, the role of regulatory capture, and the role of unions in campaign contribution. And likely referenced the famous Milton Friedman road-building story. Failing to get a substantive answer, I’d then pivot to the always useful, “Show us your tits!” Or maybe ask how transgender people are accounted for in this policy.

I won’t complain about birthdays, though, because the honorees today include a guy who didn’t need two coats on the ceiling; a guy with a nose as big as mine; a guy who was a fringe character; some chick who wrote poems instead of designing weapons; a guy who DID design weapons; a guy who sang the blues; the poor man’s Curly Howard; a guy with a lot of spirit; a guy who taught me what an octave was; a guy with really shitty taste in women; the most delightful and quotable mayor ever; a pretty fair guitarist; and a study in contrasts with the stupidest guy on TV and one of the smartest guys on TV. There’s some baseball guys, too, but I’ll leave that to robc.

On to news.

 

Too ironic.

 

Hold on to your wallets.

 

I give us one year before we’re doing this too.

 

There’s a story here.

 

People are SHOCKED that Biden is kept safe in the basement, with a fine assortment of pudding and fruit cups.

 

People are SHOCKED that New Yorkers are rude assholes.

 

Old Guy Music today honors one of the birthday boys. Brilliant song, amazing chords.