There’s cilantro in the fridge. Laundry piled up in the hall. Dog unbrushed. Underwear on the bedroom floor. Pantry stuffed with potato chips, pretzels, and donuts. Stereo turned up to 11. Bathroom door never shut. Yes, the Old Man is in full bachelor mode until SP’s return two weeks hence.

Birthdays today include one of the Dutch Bros; a guy who was one of those types of slaves we’re not supposed to notice; a piece of shit who, in a just world, would have been hanged from a lamppost; a noted artist whose work was not exactly to my taste; another piece of shit who should have gotten hanged but was paid well and highly awarded; an absolutely brilliant filmmaker whose creativity went well outside of the mere celluloid strips; a guy with the worst fake Cajun accent ever; a terrific sax player who, despite travel time, was a regular at the clubs I hung out in when I was a teenager; a woman who could challenge Peter Sellers for “Most Brainless Actor”; another great sax player who I (sadly) only got to see three or four times; a mystery writer brought to you by the letter G; a guy whose name is synonymous with “corruption”; and last but not least, another brainless Hollywooder who managed to get her name associated with the best possible trolling.

Next, news.

 

Maybe his hands were too small?

 

Fuck right off, you stupid cunt. That is the most logical response to this.

 

Urrrr…. uhhhhh…. whaaaaa?

 

Isn’t it fortunate that politics isn’t vastly stupid?

 

I think we’ve seen this movie before.

 

“Do you know who I am?”

 

Hold on to your wallets.

 

As I’m reading this, I’m thinking, “This must be a union extortion scheme.” And way down in the article… ayup. Fucking Mafia.

 

Old Guy Music is a short delight. Not just Hampton, but the vastly underrated Milt Buckner on piano. This just makes my Saturday morning.