There’s a certain pattern I’ve fallen into: an amusing anecdote, birthdays. Links, and Old Guy Music. Unfortunately, I was descended upon by an old buddy, one of our founders and an occasional poster, JW. We have the dining room table littered with a variety of now-empty bottles of intoxicating spirits. And I need to make coffee and breakfast for all of us. So this will be a bit more slipshod than usual.

On top of that, there’s a remarkable shortage of notable birthdays today. Well, there IS some Kraut scribbler; a guy who has been imitated almost as often as Ed Sullivan; a guy who might have been on the spectrum; a scifi guy whose work never really moved me; a cartoonist who ditto; a piece of shit who wasn’t one of (((us))); some pop singer chick whom SP assures me was famous; another chick in the same category;  and a guy whom I’ll always admire for killing Shirley MacLaine.

Let’s get to Links, albeit slipshod Links.

 

Welcome to America, where we don’t put up with tulip-sniffing chocolate-breathed clacking feet Euros.

 

“They’re not slackers. I’m the slacker.”

 

I can’t fucking believe that they’re still droning and pushing hard to go back in. It’s time to hoist the black flag and begin slitting throats.

 

Hillary’s legacy lives on.

 

United Airlines, lawyers, news media. It’s a perfect storm of ridiculous.

 

“This time, we’ve got him for sure!”

 

Team Blue’s youth movement.

 

The important thing is, will this get us closer to being able to make autonomous sexbots?

 

Old Guy Music, ahhhh. Lovely tune, great performer. Enjoy.