OK, I admit that I’ve fallen into a rut. I see the super-clean work of others who get right to the news, then look at what I do. I tell little stories, drop a funny picture in, do birthdays, and only then get to the news. It’s like I have a pattern of stalling. I eventually get there, but still, I seem to take my time doing it. Ahhh…. time….

Birthdays provide a cove for time’s flow as flicks of consciousness ignite and (in the case of these people) influence the div, curl, and grad of the current. Those influences include the first paparazzo; the progenitor of a scientific dynasty; a fascinating polymath; the white George Washington Carver; a guy who was quite a square; a guy who was something of an exhibitionist; the original and creepiest Ronald McDonald; one of the true greats of American music; my inspiration as a chemist; and a woman who used to regularly send me to my bunk.

Now the long-awaited news.

 

Back off, man, this is MY grift!

 

That’s the fucking POINT, you piece of shit.

 

Kids taught free market economics in class, Karen is enraged.

 

She has learned the PR lesson well. Props.

 

Teach your children well.

 

Old Guy Music today was inspired by C. Anacreon’s post this week. “Cruelty” is one of my all-time favorite albums, and this was a song from it that I liked enough to learn to play. Knew the lyrics cold. But until I read CA’s post, I had no idea that the first two lines were a reference to a Springsteen song. Still, a delightfully bittersweet piece with an ambiguous ending.