GOODNIGHT, FUCKERS #1050: PLAYBOY

 I subscribed to Playboy for many years. I did, indeed, read the articles. And the fiction. The pictorials were nice, too, but I viewed that part as a bonus, not the point. When I had to leave home, I had to abandon many issues, but I went through them all in search of stuff I wanted to keep. Like anything involving Hunter S. Thompson or Stephen King or Chuck Palahniuk or Gore Vidal, etc. I've been going through them in my spare time (what's that?), and since I don't have a lot of time tonight, I thought I'd present a few items of interest for your perusal.

Here's some relevant words from the guys who invented Google. Oh, how the mighty have fallen!

Reading their ideas about advertising makes my skin crawl. To say nothing of their violations of privacy. They've learned from it, I suppose. Now they make you give up your privacy as a term and condition.

On to Hunter S. Thompson and the most grievous thing that a friend has ever done to him:

A crime, I say. A crime.

Speaking of HST, here's his self-assessment:

Too bad he's not around for the current clusterfuck we're all living through now.

Now that Ozzy is gone, why not look back on the time he was asked what he wanted for his funeral?

If there were, Ozzy would have figured it out.

Speaking of a celebrity talking about their own death who is also now dead, let's check in with Robert Redford:

It's good advice.

Lastly (for now), I saw this piece about promising new wild card politicians, and I couldn't help but be surprised that a future president and future VP was on the list pretty much next to each other:

Just about everyone else on the list is no longer in politics.

That will do it for now. As I collect more tidbits here and there, I might post them in the future.

To quote Columbo, "There's just one more thing." A sequel of sorts to last night's GF. The image from that one? Here's an earlier version of that for my grandparents. That's the date they were married. No, it's an artifact from this very universe. Nothing parallel about it: