Well, the color change from peach to powder blue for my leisure suit bombed. I wasn’t quite invisible, but mostly what I got was stares, pointing, and wide avoidance. WebDom sympathized and opined that this wardrobe was just too hip for this hick town. But she’s the sort who always has a proposed solution when a problem arises. “Dad, what you need is a Nehru jacket. See this photo? That’s exactly what you’ll look like. What woman could resist?” She has a point. So I just ordered one from Amazon and we’ll see…

Birthdays today include a guy responsible for America’s worst rat-infested shithole; a guy whose work was described as “an unclear thoughtless flow of words”; the second sludgiest writer in the English language; a guy who was not a Weimarauner; a guy who was not Tony Perkins; an amazing piece of shit who would be our most evil president if it weren’t for Woodrow Wilson; a guy who had a pres pass; best baseball name ever; the guy who should have written I’m Your Captain; a guy you don’t want to sit next to at the movies; and my favorite chemistry student.

Now to Links.

 

He’s not westernsloper, but still… shut the fuck up.

 

“We gotta protect our phony baloney jobs!”

 

Here’s an idea: don’t live in fucking Turkey.

 

How the fuck does anyone put any credence into anything this egotistical klepto-authoritarian ever says? It always ends with “Gimmee.”

 

One more thing to worry about.

 

They don’t send us their best.

 

Old Guy Music is something I wasn’t allowed to post prior to SP’s passing (she had a massive phobia and couldn’t even abide the word “snake”; we had to call them “strings.”). But it’s a damn good song.