Time is passing far too quickly. On the other hand, I want this year to be over. I say that I hate 2022, but honestly, there have been some good things. Getting sucked back into science was unexpected, but turning out to be kinda fun. My first spring and summer in a splendidly beautiful area have had their moments. Of course, being surrounded by 20-something females has meant inundation with TMI about menstruation and STDs, but even that has a certain amusement factor.

Speaking of amusement, there’s birthdays including the guy who inspired the song I’m Looking Through You; a guy whose magisterial work inspired my current project on making spherical retroreflectors; a great physicist who, with George Gamow and Ralph Alpher, was on the most delightful co-author list in the history of science; a great man who was a lousy justice; a terrific storyteller and prose stylist who was also half of the greatest writing duo in the history of science fiction; the woman who put Thom McCan on the map; a crappy politico who spawned even crappier politicos; a guy who may have been a wee bit too enthusiastic; an insanely wonderful singer/songwriter; and the center of the hot-crazy axis. Oh, and a special birthday callout to the one and only Warty.

So that out of the way, Links.

 

Fuck the fuck right off, you diseased cunt.

 

It’s nice when actual white supremacists out themselves in writing.

 

A guy I disliked, but his continuing DGAF attitude has won me over. One more example.

 

“Democracy advocates.”

 

At this point, seriously, does anyone pay any attention to anything he says?

 

Never bring a helicopter to a pool noodle fight.

 

So much of this gladdens my soot-black heart.

 

Well, I feel sorry about the dog.

 

Old Guy Music is from one of the birthday honorees. And a damn fine tune it is.