I’m saving my next Wokesters In The Mist tale for next Saturday. So nothing funny here. But holy shit, I forgot how insanely pretty autumn is in the Eastern hills. SP and I took a scenic drive out to Keuka Lake to re-provision our stock of alcoholic grape-based beverages. Unfortunately, or fortunately (depending on POV), the wineries are beset with groups of women (no sexism, I have yet to see a group of men) on a Girl’s Day Out or worse yet, bachelorette parties. They’re there to guzzle and cackle, not to get educated on the effects of slate soil on the aroma of Riesling. If I were a younger guy in search of packs of inebriated cougars. I’d be in heaven. But I’m an Old Guy who doesn’t like lines, crowds, and bumper cars-style parking lots and just wants to try the fucking wine. I only live in the hope that it will be shortly discovered that group selfies are a significant cause of cancer. Well, at least we managed to restock the cellar following the last visit of locusts and in preparation for Spud’s arrival tonight.

Birthdays today include the guy responsible for the Hindenburg disaster;  a guy who was finished when the fat lady sang; the guy who inspired Olive Oyl; arguably the most interesting and influential composer in jazz history and, along with the Old Guy Music star, one of the Three Ms of Jazz; a talented musician and comedian who was just a bit… off; the greatest auteur in Hollywood history; a very sweet guy; a truly great and sadly departed singer/songwriter; someone who shockingly hasn’t been canceled; a guy who did a killer Holofernes imitation; a prime woodchipper candidate; a specialist in dick pics; and some dude who got famous for driving around in circles.

Now we can Link.

 

It’s the Jews for sure.

 

King.

 

Sore loser.

 

Uppity, this one is. Crush him. Damn, it’s good to see assertiveness around constitutional rights and the fear it strikes in the government.

 

I love how they pretend that their Team isn’t bought and paid for by anti-immigration unions.

 

Giant Douche vs. Turd Sandwich.

 

I love everything about this.

 

Old Guy Music today is a bonus- three songs. Well, two, with an extended repeat. Which is OK, this is Eric Fucking Dolphy, Jaki Fucking Byard, Clifford Fucking Jordan… worth the half hour of your time. Remarkably, this is live but not a concert, it’s a rehearsal.