See, when your wife is gone for six weeks, things… happen. And not exclusively things of which she’d approve. So, I’m now in the process of turning the house back from its current bachelor pad level of hygiene and order to the sort of place that a solid, conservative middle-of-the-road couple would occupy. That means no heads in the freezer, for a start.

Birthdays today include SugarFree’s nemesis; one of the signers of the Declaration; a featured player in the first Three Stooges short; a guy who could shoot straight; a guy who truly believed; a brilliant performer who served his duke well; a character actor who was in EVERYTHING; a guy who started a salutary family tradition; a woman simulateously passed over for what she did and credited with far more than she did; a guy who was against the Vietnam war after he was for it; a woman with two heads; a brilliant and creative guy who died far too young; another guy who died far too young (and was a great argument for the Second Amendment); and a guy who was all sweetness and light.

Now, while all my parts are still attached, let’s look at Links.

 

Too much chlorine does funny shit to the brain.

 

I’m having trouble feeling sorry. There’s a lot of karma involved.

 

Continuing in the Olympic tradition of trash-sports.

 

Well, if this doesn’t convince you to make vaxxes mandatory, nothing will.

 

“We lost three guys doing the nasal swab.”

 

I saw him live once. Guess I won’t twice.

 

The Last Three Minutes.

 

Old Guy Music answers the question, “Would you like to hear some slide guitar?” with an emphatic, “FUCK, YEAH!”