Everything is coming up OMWC. The Ravens seem to have miraculously revived. My latest home improvements have turned out spectacularly well. I had a terrific day of beer and pizza with Prime, who I think is going to be a pretty much permanent fixture. Spud and I shared one of the best bottles of wine I’ve had in years. The scandals I mentioned yesterday are proving to be incredibly amusing. Ditto the caterwauling among the political class. All in all, life is OK, or as OK as it can be without my beloved SP.

And speaking of OK, today is one of those days absolutely rich in birthdays, including a guy who (possibly apocryphally) killed a bar; an early sponsor of the Great Cake Bake-Off; a guy who should be on the $21 bill; a guy who gives CS students the twitches; the guy who brought us the best US president; another incredibly prolific actor best known for a role he hated; the god of jazz records; the god of shitty speakers; proof that you can be white and really swing on alto; one of the proximate causes of California’s social decline; the role model for the modern Democratic party; a guy who redefined rock keyboards; a bass player for an inordinate number of bands I love; and easily the most powerful voice in country music.

And here’s the least powerful voice bringing the Links.

Totally not terrorism. Totally. As of 0500 EST, the names of the two lone wolves (gotta love that) have not been released for some reason. Some reason.

Here’s Peak Creepiness for you.

Baghdad Bob in Gggghazza.

A twist worthy of O. Henry.

The No Kings folks seem to badly want a King.

“Famine” stories incoming.

Is Obama the president again?

Whistling. Graveyard.

Warty alone counts as four.

My favorite correction ever: “Nevline Nnaji blogs under the name N3VLYNNN. An earlier version of this article incorrectly spelled it N3VLYNN.”

Paul Cebar seems to average one new album per decade. So when the new one dropped, it was a major occasion in the Old Guy’s household.