SP is out of town, it’s ungodly warm, I have to do yard work and pick up two weeks worth of dog shit. Did I mention the heat? Well, at least it dries up the dog shit relatively quickly. Not much to be done about SP’s absence.

Birthdays today include a guy who had an STD named after him; a guy who, despite his name, actually organized the stars; the guy you can blame for the existence of George Steinbrenner; a woman you can blame for Panda Express; a guy who killed a lot of Brits; one of the elite of Baltiomre and cousin of the most interesting man alive; the most creepy and delightful actor in Hollywood; a talented woman who would be pushed aside in today’s sports world; a non-entity who made a career from marrying well;  a hilarious and under-utilized actor (who according to one of our actor friends is an absolutely delightful guy); a guy about whom I don’t give a shit because he was a Yankee; and a piece of shit who did one great thing– caused SP to drop her lifelong fandom of the Steelers.

That said, let’s Link.

 

Team Red got their asses handed to them. And we pay.

 

This is… intriguing.

 

And the locals will still call it LSD.

 

“I really, really want to be swinging from a lamppost.” These people are just absolutely terrified of losing power.

 

Now we can see if it’s as tacky on the inside as it is on the outside. The Khashoggis would be proud.

 

Could this be the worst human being on Earth?

When I saw Thursday morning that a condominium building had partially collapsed near Miami Beach, the first question I had wasn’t if anyone had died (that was second), but to wonder why the building had collapsed in the first place. Really, it was to wonder if a building collapsing in Miami would be investigated as a potentially climate change–related disaster.

 

Elliot might be in the running. “It’s all about ME.”

 

Old Guy Music is a wonderful song from a delightful collaboration with an… odd theme. Death Row.