Friday arrives, and with it, my friend Frigga. Here in Arizona, the gila monsters are happily chirping, the coyotes are contentedly munching on roadrunners, and Sheriff Joe is on the veranda of his estate, sipping Montrachet. And here I am putting links together before the crack of dawn. Where the fuck did I go wrong in life?

Happy Birthday today to an actor who had LDS; some guy you kids wouldn’t know; living proof that attitude is more important than actual talent; and of course, a brown frothy ooze.

And ooze rhymes with news, so let’s get to the brown, frothy news items.

 


 

Nice that you’ve suddenly figured this out.

 

“I’m fired up, can’t grammar no more!”

 

DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!

 

He seems nice.

 

They seem nice.

 

You have to admire someone who brings Jews and Muslims together.

 

#metoo.

 

Apparently, we don’t care about officer safety anymore.

 

Dark humor?

 

OK, which of you is this?

 

Don’t mess with Texas.

 


 

Old Guy Music features someone I posted about last week, Popa Chubby, nee Ted Horowitz. It takes balls to cover a Hendrix cover, it takes talent to pull it off. Popa has talent.