Well, we didn’t do a traditional Seder last night, other than the four glasses of wine. OK, maybe a few more than that, but still. It was a particular delight, though, because this was dinner with some old friends of mine and Spud’s whom we haven’t seen in 25 years; anyone deep into the fine wine world in the ’90s (as Spud and I were) would know who they are. Turns out they had ended up in the PHX area, so perfect for getting things going again. SP had never met them, so it was a good opportunity for a fun time, great conversation, and alcohol. Since she was the youngest, she was obligated to do the Four Questions, but since she refused, she made Yahweh very sad.

I don’t have a punch line for this charming little vignette. So I’ll move on to birthdays.

Birthdays today include a prince with a wonderful cognomen; a guy who said “Fuck that shit!”; a guy who was a real square; a religious guy I got to meet a few times, and had he not been Biden-senile, he would have hated me; one of the grand figures of my early childhood; a Polack joke with an unfunny punchline; one of the three most talented brothers in American music; the woman who put BPA on the map and caused us to move to Texas; a total piece of shit who left behind a smaller turd; and another asswipe who stuck us with his idiot progeny; an actual intellectual in academia; and a guy whose TV role was problematic.

Let’s talk about news.

 

This is why they put (((us))) in ovens.

 

You know, people would like you more if you learned how to drive.

 

And this is how libertarians are made.

 

Wait, was that wrong? Nobody told me it was wrong.

 

“But we’re totally not trying to buy votes.”

 

“Heating?” That’s a new one.

 

Old Guy Music features one of SP’s favorite songs. Great lyrics, delightful chord patterns and rhythm. Lee Barber should be so much more famous than he is…