Twenty Seven Seventy Five
Amy Winehouse was famous because she had talent to burn, not because she burnt it. General Shalikashvili was famous because he had talent as well, and burned it quietly, well, and with honor. RIP.
Amy Winehouse was famous because she had talent to burn, not because she burnt it. General Shalikashvili was famous because he had talent as well, and burned it quietly, well, and with honor. RIP.
In my entire 42 years on this planet, I have never seen someone blow the damn candles out on their cake before the song was over. It didn’t occur to me that you could do that. I just would never have thought of it. We’ll never get through another birthday without laughing like loons. “Screw the Song!” just became the cake-hungry rallying cry of the rest of my kids.
To the Spouse of the Big Ugly Man Doll! She’s another year more wonderful; each year she gets older and I get luckier to be married to her.
Countdown to the Rapture: So please Lord, because I’m Not Gonna Miss your more vocal, vehement, violent followers – call the Rapture on May 21st. My buddy Stephen Hawking and I will expect our 72 virgins when we arrive.
The weekend started the way a good weekend should start, which is to say on a Wednesday.