L to R: Spudalicious, OMWC

Up in Idaho for my bimonthly visit and liver-bash with Spudalicious. The danger of allowing both of us in the same room is nuclear-level. Many chemistry experiments, most involving organic molecules with hydroxyl groups. There is a reason that our now-ex-wives forbade me to buy the house across the street from them.

Some remarkable birthdays today, including a guy I’d wager that you’ve heard of; an actor who was an actual racist (but his films are brilliant); Baltimore’s gift to England; one of the three greatest comic actors in cinema history; a guy who got by with one gig per year; someone who was no Cal Ripken; one of my personal heroes and inspiration; someone who demonstrated what you had to do to actually get kicked off the Supreme Court; a corrupt piece of shit that California sent to the senate (but that’s redundant); the world’s best salesman; a woman who could even out-evil Tony Soprano; a guy who would have made a pretty decent president here; a chick who smoothly transitioned from a good guy to a bad guy; a rather boring novelist who pissed off the right people; someone who volunteered for the Cosby Cock; someone I went to school with but sadly never gave me the time of day; and a guy who is very much a prostitute.

On to news.

 

“Yeeahhh, I’ll get right on that.”

 

Absolutely fucking nuts.

 

Delightful.

 

FEAR! FEAR! FEAR!

 

Which of you was this?

 

Old Guy Music today is pretty much a documentary about our weekend.