We’re between snowstorms and the temperatures have been hovering just above freezing. So of course, the trails are pure muck, my back yard is a marsh, and Dog is rolling in it, then coming back in the house and jumping on the furniture. Oh, and besides the numerous (now mud-filled) craters he created, he has also decided that all shit must be deposited in one spot of about 2-3 feet in diameter. The spot, of course, is chosen for maximum visibility and odor transmission to my front door. I’m praying for snow to come back.

Birthdays today include a sweet guy from the south; a songwriter who was one of (((us))) but wouldn’t admit it; a guy who was too old to be a westerner; a woman who stopped to smell the roses; a painter who might win the award for Most Parodied; a guy who might have been able to help Lamar Jackson; and speaking of Lamar, his spirit animal; an excellent singer/songwriter whom I had fun hanging out with some years back; a woman whom I just recently honored; my wife, whom I’ve seen naked; a guy who was far worse than Zero Mostel; my favorite basketball player who would smoke a cigarette between quarters; an infamous member of a crime family; and the queen of Fake It ‘Til You Make It.

Let’s wipe our feet and start the actual Links.

 

And war boners continue to be stroked.

 

I was surprised to see this in the NYT. And since WebDom and I have a friend who is a prominent detransitioner who gets frequent death threats, it all rings true.

 

Is it possible for both of them to lose?

 

Must be racism, right?

 

I haz alibi.

 

Proof that most people don’t understand math.

 

Back in the early days, these guys did a very different style of music than in their glory years- and I think this was better music. A fun cover of a great Irish tune with an iconic guitar solo. Old Man likee.