Shit happens, but it particularly sucks when it has a comma in it. And I got to be involved with inadvertently destroying a crucible while testing an induction furnace. We were delighted that we got it working but it didn’t seem to be reaching the desired temperature. Unfortunately, the optical pyrometer reading the temperature was not showing a correct number and the crucible got a fuckload hotter than intended. OK, that’s no big deal… oops, it’s a platinum crucible. $7,300.

So how’s YOUR week?

It’s a good week for birthdays, however, and today’s include a guy with great taste; a guy responsible for most of the bumps and bruises of my youth; a guy who took a mechanical approach; one of the sorta-local guys who orchestrated a fine career; Marge Simpson’s inspiration; a guy that Fauci imagined himself to be; a guy who couldn’t even outlive Abe Vigoda; a guy who symbolized (and was responsible for) everything wrong about baseball; a guy who was most famous for having his ass on TV; a guy with capacious pants; a guy, errr, a gal who spawned the best and worst parts of American culture; the brother who should have died; a leading candidate for Worst Person On Earth; but possibly rivaled by this guy; the original linkster; a woman who parlayed a horse mouth and saggy tits to fame and fortune; and a guy who was doomed from the start.

And speaking of doomed, let’s do Links.

 

“I accept your terms.”

 

How about the Old Man Plan? Let Israel and Ukraine BUY anything they like from us?

 

“Dude, I’ve BEEN there.” Team Blue still has one or two sensible people left.

 

He dead. “Live Updates” seems ironic.

 

OK, the headline made me giggle a bit.

 

“I sent pix of my dick. Pls respond.”

 

Tomb Raider is a big fan of this guy and took me to see him play a gig in Rochester. The Old Man was impressed. You should be as well.