SP and I have been horrified, saddened, and often amused. And then there’s our actual life. At least the weather has turned nice, we’re starting to break out our red wines, cooking outside, and offending the neighbors with our clothing-optional lifestyle.

Wait a minute, there were some birthdays today, and I almost spaced. And if I had, I would have missed a guy who killed a bar; someone who deserves a birthday cake; a logical choice; a guy whom we should thank for giving us the best president of the 20th century; a guy who could easily be the devil or an alien; a guy who spoke loudly; and a woman who sings loudly (and superbly). Whew, glad I remembered!

And sadly, I remember the news…

 

“Here’s your fucking transparency!”

 

This one will probably tie the pot-falling-out-of-ass story in the number of times we link it.

 

I may have been mistaken in my prediction of a Harris nomination and presidency. Normally, the most evil wins. This time, it will apparently be the runner up.

 

NOOOOOOO!!!!!

 

Where’s my fainting couch? Nothing left to cut.

 

Fuck off, slaver.

 

A climatologist looks at the California fires. We’re all gonna die.

 

Best Possible Timeline.

 

Old Guy Music features a birthday girl, and wow, what a voice. What… a… voice.