Maybe it’s all the coffee- I can’t stop moving. I’m jabbering like a cokehead. I’m flitting around the house. Too much, too much… but nothing compared to our impending move…

Birthdays are also on the move, and today’s include the prototypical cop shooting a kid; an example of when they did send us their best; the Krugnuts of his day; the guy who invented the hologram; the most delightful human to ever put on a football uniform; an exemplar of the banality of evil; a guy responsible for wasting even more readers’ time than Tom Clancy; an absolutely frightening lesbian; yet more banality of, well not evil, really, just banality; and a terrifically enthusiastic comic actor.

Now we move on to links.

 

Still living rent-free in their heads.

 

This won’t help them. But fuck, it would be hilarious.

 

Woodchippers. Lampposts. Guillotines.

 

Bush fucked us with Roberts. But he gave us at least one good judge.

 

Please, please, gridlock!

 

He’s not wrong.

 

Was it a Muslim?

 

Old Guy Music is Elvin. Very kinetic.