OK, I will admit to being ancient, and I especially feel that way when I see rock acts from my youth. Last night was Hot Tuna, NPR Lady’s treat, and holy fuck, they all looked older than my grandpa. They could still play, though the vocals are a few (or more than a few) notches shakier. Of course, not one person I work with ever heard of them. A couple had heard of Jefferson Airplane, but only a couple. Sic transit gloria mundi.

And birthdays continue to pass, including a guy responsible for (((us))) ruling the world; an artist who seems to be a favorite of Will Shortz; the guy responsible for two of the most surreal TV shows ever made in America (one of which describes my life here perfectly); a guy who was always a surprise; a guy who gave a perfect explanation of why work environments universally suck; one third of the best vocal trio in American history; an absolutely delightful guy who was always fingering his organ; the original benevolent dictator; a woman who was so bad at golf, she always scored a Bogie; a fantastic guitarist who made Almeida cry; a fantastic guitarist who made Lucy cry; a guy who saw eye-to-eye with Sandy Duncan; the second most famous mole in Hollywood; a guy you likely don’t know, but should if you like woodwinds; a woman who did the nepotism thing with one of today’s birthday boys; a guy who elevated race-hustling to a fine art; and one of the uglier trannies out there, but who counted.

Now Links. And Happy New Year.

 

So when is that evil fuck going to die already?

 

My sister once got bitten by a møøse.

 

Ignorant reporter writes about ignorant regulators concerning ignorant superstition.

 

Totally legit and above board.

 

One more analysis and set of papers which will be roundly ignored. Climate “science” will always be a disgrace as long as Michael Mann is alive.

 

I think Dunning and Kruger covered this pretty thoroughly already.

 

Apropos of today’s title, the Old Man brings a song from another now-geriatric band.