It’s been a difficult week. Totally slammed with work, pulling very late nights, and skirting my now-yearly depression around SP’s birthday. Bless her, Tomb Raider has been totally supportive and understanding, despite the rather formidable ghost that hovers over our relationship. She may be a Prog, but she manages to be a pretty fine human. And of course, this being Groundhog Day, I have a smile remembering watching that movie several times with SP and both of us laughing our asses off and throwing lines at each other. Then we’d watch Caddyshack to kill our last few brain cells.

Anyway, besides our beloved Phil, today is a birthday for the usual odd assortment of people, including the crappiest novelist to ever get a cult following; and another contender for the same award; one of the icons of my youth; another of the icons of my youth; another of the icons of my youth; and the erect nipples that launched a billion boners.

So, without further delay, the news.

 

Speaking of aggressively retarded…

 

So it’s not just tornadoes that trailer park residents need to worry about. V Tail Doctor Killers are also magnetically drawn to them.

 

What if they don’t want it back (which they don’t)?

 

Irony meter pegged.

 

Maybe because it’s just total bullshit? Note the writer’s affiliation.

 

Everything is better with monkeys.

 

Learn to code.

 

You probably know how to code. Go get honest work.

 

Old Guy Music is a whole performance, not just one song, but dayum, what a performance! And what a band (Mingus, Jaki Byard, Eric Dolphy, Clifford Jordan, Danny Richmond). Mandatory listening unless you’re an uncultured tard like Sloopy who thinks jazz is just playing scales.