A long week at work ends not with a bang, but with a whimper. SP and I are celebrating a landmark anniversary by marinating ourselves, along with family and a few Glibs and HnR buddies, most notably WebDom, the Pride of the Millennials. If we can avoid the alligator, all will be well. Our big problem will be scaring the normals who are at our little party today. At least we’re getting recompense from the Hell we lived in this summer by having perfect January weather so we can drink outside. The Cremant de Loire is chilling and soon, so will we.

But first, some other anniversaries, this time births. And today’s include a guy who was a real gas; a bonny lad; someone who scares me; one of my heroes; another one of my heroes; and yet another one of my heroes.

And now news, featuring people who are not my heroes.

 

Let’s just say that this recounting is… unlikely.

 

“I recorded Trump doing something legal and normal! IMPEACH!”

 

“I heard it on the grapevi…AGGGGGGGHHHHH!”

 

I am going long on Orville Redenbacher.

 

And look, this is unlikely to be true, but if it is, I’ll take extra butter and salt.

 

I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it.

 

This pisses me off.

 

Old Guy Music features a guy I used to see on the regular when I was a kid and who turns 91 today. This is one of his classic songs, covered by everyone, and perfect in its simplicity.