Saturday Morning

I know I'm going to sound like The Joker saying this but I have discovered the location of The Bat Cave! Unless Bruce Wayne pays me one million dollars, there will be a post up here at Noon today divulging this most important secret.

Also coming here later today is a rerun of the story about what I did to ring in the year 1997…the last year I was dumb enough to not be home on New Year's Eve.

If you're staying in tonight (and you should), my pals Stu Shostak and Jeanine Kasun are doing a special and extremely-long edition of Stu's Show with guests and rare videos and Jeanine's jokes. It starts at 8 PM Pacific Time and more details can be found here.

If you don't think Joe Biden has accomplished much as President, read this article by Heather Digby Parton. You may not like some of the things he's accomplished but given the opposition he's faced, it's kind of amazing that he's accomplished anything.

Here's an article by Alex Abad-Santos that seeks to explain why, at a time when so many national restaurant chains are floundering, The Cheesecake Factory thrives. Me, I think it's because it's reliable and no matter who you take there for a meal, they can always find something they want to eat on their menu. That's assuming they can lift the menu.

A lot of my friends would be happier if they stopped looking at obit reels and montages of actors who have died in the past year and getting incensed that a favorite or friend of theirs was omitted. It's the same way with "Ten Best" lists, like someone's list of what they thought were the ten best movies of the year. They're not going to burn or erase all copies of your favorite film of 2022 just because it didn't make the Top Ten list of Shmuckface McClownfeet.

That's who compiles all the Top Ten lists, you know. Shmuckface McClownfeet.

As some of you have figured out, when I wrote here about playing Wordle, I was actually playing one of the eighty-seven jillion Wordle knock-offs that abound. I thought the name was more generic than it is.

And lastly to Bruce Wayne, who I know checks in on the blog every hour or so, a final warning: I guarantee you I am not bluffing. A million dollars by Noon today or I post the exact address of The Bat Cave. The clock is ticking, Mr. Wayne…