As you read this, I am likely on my way up to Las Vegas. Not to gamble- see, I was in math class the day they taught probability- and not to see a show- SP and I will do that in January, reliving our honeymoon by seeing Penn & Teller. It’s my son’s birthday, I haven’t spent his birthday with him in 10 years, and dammit, I need to, especially because it’s a reasonable drive from here. So you may be commenting without adult supervision. Behave!

Birthdays today, besides my son, include one of my favorite mathematicians; a famous flasher; someone who keeps us hopping; a nattering nabob; a guy who smoked millions and millions of bowls; and one third of perhaps the most famous folk trio ever.

News!

 

Guess I’ll have to get a hotel.

 

If ever there was a need for a spray-can graffiti Hitler mustache… Jesus, this is the stuff of nightmares.

 

Time to take a leak.

 

He who laffs last laffs best.

 

Ummm, phrasing?

 

“Sometimes innocent people are convicted of crimes. We don’t have an infallible legal system.” But the poor guy still had to spend a year and a half in jail, as well as facing a lifetime of poverty to pay his legal bills.

 

For my money, it doesn’t get any better than when he sings “When a Man Loves a Woman.”

 

It’s a dog eat dog world out there and someone was wearing Milk Bone underwear.

 

This has Heroic Mulatto written all over it.

 

Old Guy Music is a delightful cover- no flash, just perfectly rendered. And it wasn’t Glen Campbell’s song, though his cover is certainly the most famous. Ah well.