After the rickrolling incident a few weeks back, I wondered if I should do the same thing today. Y’know, make all the links go to goatse or lemonparty or the like. But no, I am a kind (((man))), one who cares about the people who carefully read and comment on the news stories I curate. Fuck, who am I kidding? Click at your own risk.

The parallel theme here is mediocrity, which engulfed SP and me last night. After much pressure from Sloopy, Francisco d’Anconia, and Swiss, we caved and decided to watch Jaws, which both of us had managed to avoid. This was part of a drinking session involving a Viognier from Tuscany (which I was dubious about, Viognier is a fickle grape that only seems to do well in Condrieu, but the wine dealer seemed adamant that we’d like it). I’ll report the same reaction to the wine and the movie- neither were good, but neither were bad enough to be fun. So I’ll do some mediocre links. No titties, no bizarre sex stories, no Philippine crucifixions. Maybe a shark attack, though.

I’m not sure why anyone still pays any attention to Trump’s brain-lint Twitter shit, but they do. Here’s the latest: Donnie hates Amazon. Who gives a fuck? Cats. Laser pointers. Yawn.

Another yawner: someone inconsequential says something stupid on Facebook, then the Twitter-mob descends, doing their best to ruin their life for Crimethink.

Ted Nugent is a fine guitarist, but like every other entertainer, ought to just entertain us and shut the fuck up. He’s right, of course, but still. Shut up and play yer guitar.

Goddammit, I miss all the fun! I do note the irony regarding the quantity…

Not exactly news, but recent thoughts from a brilliant guy. Listen to the whole thing. And this, too.

Basic personal liberty is being treated with contempt by our government.

One thing my ancestral land excels at is producing much better looking politicians than the US does. They’re just as dishonest and muddle-headed, but at least easier on the eyes than Nancy Pelosi or Patty Murray. This particular one wants to halt all defensive action while spending huge resources in dissecting a propaganda film from a source with a long track record of fakery (remember Muhammed Durra?)

OK, you asked for it (no, you didn’t , but let me live in my illusions) and here it is: Old Guy Music, this time with my favorite flugelhorn player paired with my favorite big band. Smokin’!