20 years ago today Biggie Smalls was murdered. RIP.
Also, damn I love The Who.
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20 years ago today Biggie Smalls was murdered. RIP.
Also, damn I love The Who.
I'm not sure if this is a relative or not. His DOB puts him as a contemporary of my Great-Grandpa - maybe a brother or cousin? (more likely the latter as he shares a name with my Great-Great Grandpa, and is six years junior to my Great-Grandpa). From the web: Adam Slapczynski was born in 1888. He studied mathematics at the University of St. Petersburg. After the outbreak of the revolution he returned with his family to Polish, he taught mathematics in secondary schools. In 1923. He was a teacher in the Gymnasium. John Ĺšniadeckiego in Kielce. Already in 1939. Begins a secret teaching. He was arrested on July 9, 1941 r. After the auditions in Kielce prison, died in a railway carriage in a transport to Auschwitz on August 1, 1941.
After a dinner of Popeyes (his choice) and a small cake, we did our family's Polish blessing on my birthday boy
My Mom, following tradition, called at midnight to Smiley a Happy Birthday. (his other Grandma had wished him a FB Happy Birthday on Sunday.)
It was a great birthday party this afternoon. Not bad for the 49th bday party we've thrown as parents. Two hours of fun for everyone, and a double dose of OTC pain meds kept the hip in check enough for me to participate (albeit not without pain). Pics, no doubt, to follow.
Today the school is celebrating Dr Seuss's birthday, and so Lisa decorated individual string cheeses as The Cat in the Hat. Junie was very happy to see them. "They're adorable!" she said.
I'd like to point out that the Hallowed Press, they who insist they are the gatekeepers of freedom, spent 24 hours obsessing over a flubbed line at an awards show, then the next 24 criticising someone for putting her feet on the couch in the Oval Office. #WayToExerciseThatFirstAmedment
Captain Rah graces the company birthday board for March! To comply with company policies his ubiquitous sword has been removed and his bare rat legs now modestly covered by leggings.
I haven't seen all the Best Picture nominee films yet, but if you think for one second that La-La-Land was in any way, shape, form, or substance, the superior to The Arrival, then you don't deserve to watch another movie this year.
RIP. I really enjoyed his work, from Aliens to Big Love.