So I was playing an Old Guy Music song (Watkins Family Hour) in my office when one of the grad students came in. He’s one of the more worldly and culturally aware of that group, partially because he’s a former artist and about a decade older than the other students.

“Oh wow, that’s Sarah Watkins!”

I replied, “Yes, and look who the other singer is, Fiona Apple!”

“Who?”

Birthdays today include the ultimate science bureaucrat; a guy who could count to two; another guy who was successful at a massively important goal, then squandered himself finding something else to do; a guy who was clever as a fox; a crashing mediocrity-turned-leech who made his fame from being an asshole; a guy who got ONE thing right; Timothy Leary with a curve; a guitarist to whom I have a weird connection; a guy who made some of the defining movies of my youth; a guy who gave me my favorite quote about deadlines; a lady who made some of the defining movies of my youth; a woman who broke my heart by not even being aware of my existence; and a guy who proved that skilled grifting is not genetically inherited.

Linky linky.

 

This time we got him for sure! When your case is based on a convicted sleazebag of the first water, you’re not likely to succeed.

 

I’m sure this is totally not propaganda.

 

This is a shockingly positive article about the best person in Congress.

 

Popcorn. Much popcorn.

 

Next time, just throw batteries.

 

It’s Musk’s fault.

 

I can imagine a woodchipper could come in handy for some of these judges.

 

This one pissed me off. I spent some time a few weeks ago learning this song and working on making it sound good. Then I ran across this. I’m burning my guitar.