Tiki torches! They’re planning to beat up queers!

I make a lot of fun of life in our little town, but honestly, it’s Paradise to us. The small town life means far less hassle in day to day dealings, a network when you need help, quiet and uncrowded existence, and cops you can actually enjoy spending time with and sincerely give a shit about the community. The goings on of the young ‘uns is far more entertaining and amusing than annoying. We’ve got WebDom minutes away. Great wine and food, beautiful scenery. Running our own business. It’s not Thanksgiving yet, but I know what I’ll be giving thanks for this time around.

Of course, there’s birthdays. And today’s include a guy who thought small; a guy who thought blue and blew were the same thing; proof that a straight guy can create a homoerotic icon; an artist whose best work was shut down by the Feds; probably the last NFL player to be named Yelberton; a guy, who despite his name, couldn’t actually play bop; probably the next one to go; a guy whose best acting was the role of Harold Cooper; a piece of shit grifter from my home town; a piece of shit grifter from someplace else; a piece of shit grifter who… well… you know; and somebody who’s famous for reasons I can’t quite fathom.

On to links.

 

“Don’t keep letting me down.” The quote about rich guys was hilarious coming from an extremely rich guy.

 

Are you sure it wasn’t because of global warming?

 

The important thing is, what gender do they identify as?

 

Cuing up the next one. 

 

If anyone wants to know what to get me for my birthday, right here.

 

I am absolutely shocked by this. Shocked, I say.

 

What happened to the drought, which was supposed to get worse because Climate Crisis?

 

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Racism!!!!!!

 

Homos hardest hit.

 

Old Guy Music is a bit of a curiosity: Elvin Jones is not a drummer you would think of as an Ellington guy, yet here he is, and he is, as you’d expect, great. But the fun is the backstory. The other drummer was Skeets Marsh, who Ellington was unhappy with and Jones hated. And the feelings were mutual. It had even escalated to the point where the bassist (a friend of Marsh’s) would start shifting the rhythm around to make it harder for Jones. Look at the body language between the drummers and the dissing at the end.

Jones was one of the greatest drummers ever. Marsh… well… he’d have to have done more to even rise to the level of “obscure.” Anyway, enjoy!