I can’t really blame the alcohol, I didn’t drink that much. I can’t really blame the late night hours, my sleep has been shitty for years. I can’t really blame over-doing it for exercise yesterday, my legs and cardiovascular system felt great, and I beat WebDom in our intermittently good-natured fitness competition. I can’t really blame the kid with the guillotine because he didn’t ask me to lay down and try it out.
You. I blame you. You’re all bad influences.
It’s not a particularly rich day for birthdays, but still there’s a guy who was the Maduro of his day; a guy who proved that if you write pulps in French, people think of them as literature; someone who was a false alarm; the Jewish version of Frederica Wilson; a woman made famous by Kinky Friedman; a guy who demonstrated that when science meets religion, stupidity is inevitable; a white guy who is enthusiastic about watermelon; a guy who blew up a long and successful career in about 20 seconds; a guy who cloned himself from Dizzy Gillespie; a piece of shit of no particular distinction; a guy who had more juice than Anita Bryant; and some chick who must be famous because I recognized her name (but couldn’t tell you the name of anything she’s done).
Let’s get to the Links.
Old Guy Music reflects how I feel this morning: old, old, old. But what a great damn song and performance.