SP is still gone, the “it’s a dry heat” trope is a lie during monsoon season, and we’re getting fucked over by idiot bankers. But that’s a story for a different day. Did I mention the monsoons? When I went out for a stroll this morning, well before sunrise, I was a bag of (((sweat))) within a minute. There are many things we’ll miss about Arizona, but the climate is not one of them.
Birthdays today include a composer who lived on the knife’s edge; a guy who was born one day too early; a guy who asked what “is” is; a guy who woke up as a cockroach; a guy who was very bored; a woman who was very hungry; a woman who got too close to the truth and paid the price; an heir who was something of a mixed bag to us; Mark Kelly’s spirit animal; a piece of shit who still inflicts himself on us; an attention whore who gives attention whores a bad name; a guy who recognized a dumbass when he saw one; a guy who is ridiculously accomplished; a piece of shit who strongly contributed to the enstupidation of America; a famous midget actor; and a guy who should have been given a Medal of Freedom instead of being persecuted.
OK, enough, let’s have some links.
I… can’t… even… (h/t Nephilium)
Old Guy Music features someone who is largely forgotten (emphasis on “largely”) but shouldn’t be. Besides having mad skills as a xylophonist, he was a superb drummer and a credible saxophonist. As one might suspect, despite the WASPish name, he was one of (((us))), born Abe Himmelbrand. Enjoy this remarkably fun bit. Yes, he DOES look like Mr. Creosote.