It’s mid-Hanukkah here, candles have been lit, latkes have been made, heartburn has been delivered. The one thing missing is snow- it was in the 50s yesterday, and at a wine event, Tomb Raider and I actually sat outside to drink. I don’t know whether to blame COVID, Global Warming, or the International Zionist Conspiracy. Hmmm, maybe I’ll just blame Trump. No matter, we’re playing Strip Dreidel (“A great miracle happened here”) and pounding kosher wine.

So as (((we))) celebrate, there’s the usual quota of birthdays today including a guy who never spoke up; a guy who should have been the star of Hamilton; some overwrought chick; a guy who was always on the brink; a welcome addition to any road trip; a guy most famous for falling down a well; an actual pioneer of comedy; a guy who set an example for all Illinois politicians and hair weave distributors; and a fabulously overrated hack cook and asshole.

With that, we’ll Link.

 

It’s always nice to be sniffed at by a retarded Canadian. To be honest, I didn’t even know that this guy was still alive.

 

Maybe, just maybe, they’re starting to get the idea.

 

Maybe, just maybe, they’re starting to get the idea. Well, Bok doesn’t, but at least he’s gone too.

 

Vielleicht, nur vielleicht, fangen sie an, die Idee zu kommen.

 

Tonio and Rhywun hardest hit.

 

“Mommy, where do Progressives come from?”

 

When I saw the headline, I guessed “Chipotle.”

 

The Old Man loves this song, and this may be the second best cover of it. Which ain’t bad considering the best was Leo Kottke…