"Well, blow me down!" At long long last our little family business is open again, caffeinating the masses. We have a barista named Liberty, which gives me a warm glow. I will be off at a side table babysitting The Youngest Glib while 10b0t cooks breakfast sandwiches...
We’re inundated with Global Warming. But my fingers are unfrozen enough to type out Links.
"You know how to whistle, don't you? Just put your lips together and blow." Sorry if I got you excited to see our favorite anthropomorphic rock back, this is a different one. As part of my job, I am (metaphorically) sitting at the feet of one of the major pioneers of...
I’m channeling Hugh Hefner, if Hef had surrounded himself with geriatrics. Anyway… Links.
As I stare at a pile of shit on the kitchen floor, I’m starting to wonder about my life choices. While I do, here’s some Links to discuss.
Remember the running joke in Repo Man with all the generic products? Hello, Otto! Here’s Links.
Inflation is universal and we are besieged by examples. This provides fodder for Links.
I have my ups and my downs. Today is a down, but Links can always cheer me… wait, no, it’s the opposite. Never mind.
I managed to step on a landmine of academic politics. Shrapnel and my scattered flesh. But nonetheless, there’s still Links today.
Pussies here are all scared of a little cold and ice. I keep toasty warm by cranking out Links.
Brevity is oft the soul of wit. Links are oft the toilet of my imagination.
I'm normally a pretty cheerful person, but today I'm not. Soutine captures my mood. Sorry, I like doing the funny little slice of life, I'm just not feeling funny. I guess I can celebrate birthdays, including that of the greatest of the Founding Fathers, the shithead...
Life on campus takes some odd turns. Then again, Links can be pretty odd. Come in and find out for yourself.
I spent most of yesterday working on recycling. The spirit continues, but these are actually virgin Links.
I do love me a challenge. And Links.
Nothing interesting is happening to me. It’s the middle of the month. There ya go. Links.
I may be pregnant. Links are safe, though.
In which the Old Man starts his work training in Safe Spaces. This episode: Queer Vocabulary.
Look on the back of my neck for a leaf. And the husk of my pod.
It’s been a long time since someone called me “Pal.” And after these links, it may be a lot longer.
Not my usual, but sometimes it needs to be done.
Thank Yahweh 2022 is over. Now we have a fresh, clean new year to fuck up. Here’s some Links to set the tone.
While Spud and I start whipping food together for tonight, y’all can relax and chow down on some Links.
They sent out the Jew today to bring tidings of somewhat mixed joy. aka Links.
This time of year, I like to point at goyim and laugh. But before I do that, let’s do Links.