Another day to pop some corn and enjoy the madness. I managed to get out for a hike yesterday right after links posted, which saved me the triple-digit temperatures that characterize a mild spring day here. As usual, lots of groups of housewives out, no distancing, no masks. I of course got in their faces, screaming that they want to kill my Grandma and that they were typical Trumpies. Anyway, yadda yadda, and after SP paid my bail, I got back in time to sit in on the Saturday night Zoom.

Oh, yes, birthdays. One who would seem particularly appropriate to celebrate; a guy who was a step above gymnast and was actually a gymnopedist; a guy who could have been Rickey Henderson if it had been allowed; our first clue that Robert Bork was a statist asshole who cared more about his personal ambitions; the answer to many Baltimore Colts trivia questions; an actor who could only play one kind of role, but did it perfectly; and arguably the sickest stand-up comic since… well… ever?

On to the news.

 

Gentlemen, start your conspiracy theories.

 

Works both ways, paisan.

 

There was one name that, if you saw it in a cast, guaranteed that a movie would be funny. Now he’s gone. SP and I watched For Your Consideration last night in his honor. Yes, he stole that movie.

 

“Rare public criticism.” Fuck you, Barry, you worthless, no-class piece of shit.

 

Bum fight.

 

Mittens speaks.

 

I thought Germany was the model?

 

Or was it England?

 

Old Guy Music really should have run yesterday (Woody Herman’s birthday), but I’m just contrary. In any case, buckle in tightly, this is a heart-pounding ride. After listening to the two tenors just scorch, I was exhausted.