The in-store anniversary party I mentioned yesterday was a fun affair. Not always intentionally. The AWFLs of course were jolly, chatty, and all aflutter about the wonderful election results. One of them, sporting a fetching keffiyeh, seemed particularly taken with that terrific El-Sayed fellow and was raving about him and his beautiful wife. I asked, “Did you see the photo of the two of them together at his victory speech?”
“Oh, yes, it was heartwarming and inspirational!”
“I was impressed that she used the occasion for protest and resistance.”
Confused old lady look. “What… do you mean?”
“It was great, she was wearing a Handmaid’s Tale costume!”
WebDom, through clenched teeth: “We have to go now!”

Birthdays can also be delightful, like that of a guy who should have died at the age of 76; a guy who truly was Chairman of the Board; Pie’s true creator; a guy I would have loved to do some lines with; a blotchier version of Brad Pitt; someone who became famous as Florida Woman; a white guy who did more for integration than anyone else; a guy who could just scream; a woman who shattered glass better than a Jewish groom; a Second Amendment grifter; a musician who put on the single worst live show I’ve ever attended; the most calm and relaxed guy you’ll ever encounter in a professional kitchen; and a woman whose acting work keeps her a busy bee.

And Links kept me busy for a bit.

Funny last night but maybe not.

“…and give it to them good and hard.”

Was Jamaal Bowman around?

Once they had an empire.

Our cunt hates Indians, too.

What’s Spanish for, “Render unto Caesar what is Caesar’s?”

“Russians.” Ummm, no.

As a former private pilot, this does not strike me as a good thing.

It’s not that he’s stupid, it’s just that he thinks YOU are. Which, if you take him seriously, is true.

Prime and I have been in four of these. Spending this evening in the fifth.

Yes, he was the world’s greatest xylophonist. But… he was also a superb drummer. With ethnic wisecracks. “Did you ever see a Hebrew parade?” You can’t say that kind of thing anymore, which is a pity.