I’m in The Big City this weekend with Tomb Raider. It’s more “meet the family” stuff, but larded with the sensory blandishments offered by the glittering metropolis. There’s a lot of fucking Jews here, I am not even vaguely alone, this is something I’m not accustomed to. There’s a lot of crazy, but you knew this. And we’re coming back here again for Thanksgiving. That might be a bit more city life than I’m comfortable with, but my tomb needs frequent raiding.

And there’s a lot of birthdays today, including the guy who inspired my nickname for my first wife (“Porlock”); a guy who was no prize, but went out with a bang; perhaps the greatest tenor in American history; a guy who was tedious, entertaining, and made me understand Carroll; the musician whom I’ve probably seen live more than any other; a writer who bores the shit out of me but everyone else thinks is great; the best buddy of Barack Obama; a crashing mediocrity who lived off willingness to trash her dad and take her clothes off; and a chick who blew Warren Beatty and Paul Simon, though not simultaneously that we know of.

OK, we shall Link.

 

“He had a hat.”

 

“And they poison the wells.”

 

Local news. This is why I avoid the student bar, but the ethnic mix of the perps is heartwarming.

 

I’d vote to acquit, but I’ve had experience with “family court.”

 

Team Red clowns are hilarious.

 

Why they can’t just concentrate on what they do best, making shitty food instead of political statements, is beyond me.

 

So who bribes donates more, Pfizer or Moderna? 

 

I know it pisses people off when the Old Man Music is the Beatles. But if you complain about this, you’re a moron. The harmonies here are amazing and incredibly creative. Ditto the chord changes- this should be one of the Beatles songs everyone knows, but for some reason…