Well, first football Sunday of the year. Mom will sit with us and look absolutely bemused. We’ll be drinking, so will have a bemused look of our own. Much food, carrying on the tradition begun by Spud and me back in our California days. So I won’t dwell on this because we have to get ready for kickoff.

Birthdays, of course, shall not be neglected. After all, today is the birthdate of The Hammer; my favorite classical composer; one of the funniest people on TV; a guy who gave political cults even a worse name; possibly the most vacant human but brilliant comic actor who ever lived; and of course, a particularly mendacious and windy leech who embodies everything wrong with government, and we can only hope he finally pops that blood vessel and has his exploding brain splatter Biden and Warren.

And on that cheerful note, the news.

 

“I had no idea! And I never lie!”

 

Figure 19 more years of this shit. I can’t decide if I hate Bush, Obama, or Trump the most.

 

Our professional diplomatic corps.

 

Sieg HEIL! Next: lessons on winning from the Cleveland Browns.

 

Can I predict the outcome?

 

Not at our house, no.

 

Let Joe be Joe.

 

I am SHOCKED that the MA legal weed program is corrupt.

 

Old Guy Music takes me back to my Austin days. I saw Dana’s band several times and they were remarkable. Though superficially this is girl-with-guitar, her music is sneaky-intricate and will grow on you with repeated listening. This one starts out slow and simple, then builds layer after layer, with quirky, complex, and delightful rhythms. Brilliant.