So Tomb Raider took me to a birthday party last night. It was for one of her former co-workers, and the place was packed. Everyone there, other than me, was a public school teacher and proud union member. The conversations going on were stultifying. I spent my first hour there just smiling, nodding, drinking cheap wine, and telling myself that she must feel the same way when dropped into a room full of MY friends. Relief finally came, however- I spotted a TV in an adjacent room, and there was a tall and seemingly well-conditioned middle-aged black guy watching the Steelers game. AHA! I sat down with him and actually started enjoying myself. He was personable and very knowledgeable. Turns out, of course, that he’s not a teacher, but married to one and he was a former college player and currently works for the Cowboys. And not a Prog. We had a great time rooting for Pittsburgh to lose badly. Which they did.

Unlike yesterday, today is not teeming with prominent birthdays, but I do have to note a reluctant fellow; a guy who figured out my birthday; a guy who wasn’t the worst news columnist; the true star of Leave It To Beaver; winner of the Best Eyebrows in Canada award; along with Gabby Hayes, one of our local heroes; and the hottest woman ever to wear adhesive tape.

Off to the Links.

 

“We did something really stupid that fucked up our brand.” so their logical response is, “Hold my beer.”

 

And truly, when it rains, it pours.

 

Kids say the darndest things.

 

Government schools delenda est.

 

Experts are BAFFLED.

 

Captain Obvious.

 

The Old Man’s favorite music is the stuff made when a bunch of talented people sit around and have themselves a lot of fun doing an informal performance. This one was delightful.