The world is cruel and I cannot look.

Actually, it’s warming back up a bit, just enough to make the roads and sidewalks wet in preparation for a hard freeze. Lots of broken hips incoming. It was actually an incredibly pleasant day yesterday on the Finger Lakes. Visited a winery, a brewery, and a distillery- there’s a theme here. Prime and I are planning a weekend here and I suspect there miiiiight be a few glasses of adult beverages consumed.

Birthdays today include the pioneer of Dear Diary; one of (((those))) people; a guy who was in it for his ten percent; the voice of the Enterprise; the best wide receiver ever until Rice; a very, very white guitarist; America’s favorite MILF; and the guy who made the piece of shit I’m currently typing on.

And before the ice sets in… Links.

If he abolishes it, I’m a fan for life.

I guess they figured out how to play their game.

Uh-oh.

He’s not wrong. I’m surprised this isn’t more common.

Yes, kids today really are stupid.

“I’m not dead yet.” I think we’re going to have at least one more set of Links with the continuing saga. But not many.

You know who ELSE won a German election?

Every single private sector job I ever had required weekly progress reports. Apparently I worked for Hitler.

Snow Mexicans stay home. What a pity.

“…a series of sick acts such as: shooting arrows into the woman’s front door, releasing a large python into the home to eat her daughter, mailing dog feces and dead rats to the woman’s house, scalping her and detonating her home.” You can’t convince me that SugarFree didn’t set up this story.

Marshall Allen is about to turn 101 and he’s still playing. Here he is at the youthful age of 90 with the legacy of the greatest jazz band to ever play together. Old Guy feels young.