Well, in the continuing Mom Saga, she arrives tonight. SP has put large-print signs all over the house to let her know where things are (except the firearms). To keep things under control, she has a TV, a laptop with solitaire loaded on it, and a supply of thorazine. The fridge is stocked (uncharacteristically for us) with substitute chicken. My sister is also joining us for a few days to get Mom settled and to see if she (my sister) can actually do her daily 10 mile run when it’s 113 degrees out. They will both be horrified at the dinner table conversation this weekend when Grand Moff Serious Man and Kibby join us.

Birthdays include a guy who made an art out of boundaries; a short, sharp, and energetic actor who excelled in every genre (and spoke a pretty decent Yiddish); someone who said the darndest things; the spirit animal of Pat Buchanan; and my favorite actor in The Dirty Dozen and M*A*S*H.

On to the news.

 

Someone is teeing up a lawsuit against the City of New York.

 

Hasn’t he done this many times before? This wouldn’t be pointless political posturing, right? Well, it keeps getting him re-elected, so he knows his constituency.

 

Wait, the news media all got a story completely wrong? Where is my fainting couch?

 

Ahhh, Chicago!

 

Next time you hear about Planned Parenthood needing money, remember this. And speaking of Planned Parenthood, their president has been aborted. Apparently they were upset that she thought that a uterus was required.

 

So, the California drought is over, but clearly that can’t be good news.

 

I’ve seen this movie.

 

Slaver goes to the Cabin in the Sky.Lest you think I’m being inappropriately snarky, remember that this is the guy who wrote Kelo. Join me in pissing on his grave when they stick him in the ground.

 

Humungus or Flashman? It’s one of you. CONFESS.

 

Rusty tin can lids.

 

Old Guy Music today is another band I loved as a teenager, with hints of medieval ballads, Dave Brubeck, and Sandy Denny. Just delightful, and what great players Renbourn and Jansch were! Jacqui McShee’s voice is… magical.