My two year old went to a friend’s (read my wife’s group of toddler mom friends) birthday party at a petting zoo. It has a 1.6″ (1:8) scale railroad that he loved. Also featured was a feed corn tub that was offered in place of a sandbox (a great idea for them, but seems like a good way to get rats — or worse, deer — at my house. There were a whole shitload of fat, spoiled barn cats around the property, I noticed). Also fun was watching the kids on the pony ride: there was the “hell no!”, the “I’m going to regret listening to my parents”, and my son the “I’m a fucking cowboy!!” He had a big grin, waving one hand in the air like he was at the Houston Rodeo in the bronc’ busting finals. Also, observed one of the stabled kids ponies named Diablo. I guess our group weren’t shitty enough to get Diablo. They probably save that for asshole six year olds. Okay, okay… the links!

Sad news, hockey fans, Bobby Hull has gone to the great rink in the sky. I’d bet on him getting into heaven if St. Peter has to stop a slapshot.

Slowest invasion force ever. Hopefully, they sent the Hoveround brigade as cavalry.

I think he was pretty clearly out of bounds. Sad, though.

Huh, Florida is going to pass Constitutional Carry? Sweet. Time to start shopping for a new one. I never did get around to sending the Sheriff my fingerprints.

This guy passed away recently, so we’ll play his version of a pop hit that nearly everyone covered at some point. And then white people went and ruint it.