Oh joy, I get to work today, feeding the masses. Well, for certain values of “masses”; the students are all on break and have mostly gone home, the townies are gathered with their families spreading whatever is the latest Greek letter virus. WebDom and I will hold down the fort, with SP on her laptop in the next room yelling, “DID YOU SEE WHAT WE SPENT ON RED PEPPERS LAST MONTH???????” The food delivery guys didn’t show up, so all we have is a few loaves and fishes. I hope they hold out…. It’s beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.

But (((we))) at least have to acknowledge birthdays, which today include a guy with some gravity; the star of Naughty Nurses: The Original, whose career arc was typical of “non-profit” leaders, and had a country estate almost next door to us; a woman who was made up; the progenitor of many generations of shitty cars; an actor who was typecast and did great with it; another guy I’d be happy to do some lines with; a guy who did great and was rewarded for it as expected; a short guy with an outsized impact; a quarterback who was always amazing fun to watch; a Team Red piece of shit who still plagues us; a contender for the best all-around baseball player since Ruth; and a bearded Zoolander, who got his father’s ethics and his mother’s intellect.

Speaking of which, Links:

 

“For certain values of free speech.”

 

Well, if they’re dumb enough to elect Bernie…

 

“Have a nice day!”

 

At least it wasn’t COVID.

 

Let’s change one arbitrary number to a different arbitrary number. That’s LEADERSHIP.

 

It bothers me to be on the side of the New York Times.

 

I admit I’ve been on a bit of a Buddy Rich kick recently, and while I was originally going to use something from Mel Torme for Old Guy Music, I stumbled across this gem. As I was watching it, I went, “Wait, Lew Tabackin was in that band???” And he shreds it, as does Conte Candoli. Rich was… himself.