Fun things in the past week.

Cringe Moments: SP and I are regulars at a wonderful little Chinese hole-in-the-wall called Happy Bao. Great food, nice family operating it, not much concession to American “Chinese” food (note to dbleagle: that’s the place you and I went). We had lunch there, and at the table behind us sat a non-Asian couple. This is not typical. Their food was brought out, and the husband immediately said, “Can we get some soorachee?” The waiter looked blank, so the guy repeated, “Soorachee.” Blank. “Soorachee, you know, the hot sauce.” “Oh, yes sir, sriracha.” Waiter goes back to the kitchen and rummages around trying to find some.

SP and I of course got actual chile oil. Made in-house, the kind that is so hot that it gets your nose running. And we were grateful that the guy didn’t start insisting on ketchup. And to be fair, the chile oil might have actually damaged those people.

At the table across from us was a white couple with several kids who were clearly not theirs since they clearly looked Asian. Probably a paid foster parent deal. One kid was a dwarf, another had no legs below the knees and had Oscar Pistorius artificial shins and feet. SP to me, “STOP STARING!” Me to SP: “I’m going to suggest that they give those shins to the dwarf so he can be normal height. Then they’ll at least have one normal-ish kid out of the deal.” SP to me through clenched teeth: “I am going to kill you.”

Before my imminent death, let’s have a quick today’s birthday rundown: a guy who was basically a good egg; a guy who wasn’t as sloppy as Fleming, so didn’t get a Nobel; one of the most underappreciated cinema auteurs; and perhaps the most influential person in the creation of American films, despite his very short life; a terrific talent whose name has been as misused as Uncle Tom; a habitual plasma donor; the greatest voice actor there ever was and ever will be; a guy who was not Steve Allen; a guy who, sorry, can’t do that; and a guy who would never be a grup.

On to the inevitable.

 

I can’t imagine why Kamala was such a deeply unpopular candidate.

 

Short version: Team Blue will make the Senate their personal fuck-bitch.

 

I would have thought that the hair would have protected her but apparently not.

 

Christ, what an asshole.

 

The last living crewman of McHale’s Navy? Well, not any more.

 

Best. Timeline.

 

Old Guy Music is yet more proof that Clapton was the least interesting musician in Cream. And that Bill Frisell might be the greatest living guitarist.