NASA always has a good sense of the dramatic. The countdown was an integral part of that. I mean, why not count forward? Or not count but use a checklist? They were clever in blowing up a few Space Shuttles, just to increase the dramatic suspense of what was basically a high tech delivery van. Anyway, I’ve adopted their methods and am now calling each day by its “T-minus” count. Hey, small things amuse me (insert obvious joke here).

Birthdays today include a guy with ethereal interests; a guy whose name is synonymous with horrible TV and movies; a piece of shit who stuck us with even more pieces of shit; a cartoonist whose motto was, “What, me funny?”; the first victim of Godwin’s Law; the Private Pyle who didn’t shoot his sergeant; a sportscaster known for his biting commentary; a pretty decent composer and pianist; and a guy who always used a stunt double.

We have reached zero. Time for Links.

 

“Well, for one thing, he’s considerably more senile.” Wait, wasn’t Trump supposed to be his puppet?

 

A tragic loss of one of America’s treasures.

 

I love dysfunction.

 

Speaking of which, here’s the white supremacist take.

 

This seems a bit extreme, but maybe San Franciscans can learn something here.

 

Did this fall out of someone’s ass?

 

IFLS.

 

Old Guy Music stretches back to when we looked really stupid but we were having major fun.