Much madness here involving something about the moon eating the sun or somesuch. We’re on the edge of the path of totality and apparently the entire world is descending upon us to witness this event which will, of course, be totally obscured by clouds. Every state park will have full parking lots and multi-mile long backups. Tomb Raider is excited to be among crowds. I am looking for a quiet observation spot.

This is an omen for births, and so is a list of some people who were born on this day including a guy who wanted you to stop cranking the hog; the spirit animal for Brooks Robinson; the patron saint of target shooting; an evil guy who was rewarded by having the worst airport in the US named after him; a guy who was key in making modern journalism what it has become; the pride of Baltimore; star of the late, great Wonder Dog’s favorite TV show; the spiritual father of Julian Assange and Edward Snowden; a guy who almost saved us from Jimmy Carter and George Bush; a celebrity whom I have been mistaken for; a great and under-appreciated British electric blues guitarist; someone who will always be seventeen; and a complete fuckup as a prosecutor.

While the sun still exists, let’s Link.

 

Remembering the Team Blue Chicago convention of 1968. Here’s hoping for a redo.

 

So I remember the last time this happened, too. Who will be the Mexican Jimmy Carter?

 

Eat a bag of dicks, NASA.

 

Cue glory hole jokes.

 

My offer is still on the table.

 

“I’m not comfortable with him shaving in my bathroom.”

 

Hole-y guacamole!

Old Guy Music is a song I’ve played with several bands and just for fun on my own. And it features a reunion with one of today’s birthday boys.