Fittingly, the end of November and the beginning of December meant a lake-effect enhanced snow, and we got it good and hard. Fortunately, I wasn't relying on airports, and for all their faults, the local governments here do a pretty good job of getting the snow off...
Wherein we pay for our sins of the weekend. And repent of the Links.
It will be a full day today. Besides football, dinner with WebDom and 10b0t, a rapidly growing fetus, and six large and energetic dogs. There's fresh snow on the ground. Annoyingly, both NPR ladies have family Thanksgiving obligations, so it will be a quiet night for...
Look, sometimes there’s actually things going on in my life. And it has a negative impact on quality. But whatever, here’s Links and excuses.
It’s time to move on to a different approach. WebDom’s advice got me nowhere. And speaking of nowhere, here’s Links.
So much yesterday. So much. I’m beat, but I’ll try to crank out some acceptable Links.
They’re just not ready for me. But I bet you’re ready for Links.
I’m giddy with excitement. Now you can be giddy with Links.
In it for the ladies. And the Links.
In which you all get to laugh at my discomfort and THEN read Links.
It’s a beautiful Sunday morning in beautiful New York. And I’m still ugly, one of my greatest charms. As is my facility with Linking. That’s what gets me the girls.
Today marks one year since we landed in New York. I’ll celebrate this anniversary by vomiting out some Links.
Within the darkness, there is light.
Sunday morning doesn’t come without headache and nausea. Links do not help the latter one single bit.
Including bonus Small Town story, along with Links.
I’ll skip my usual humor and get right to the point. THEN links.
Every once in a while, I’m reminded of where I am. And the Links are here, too.
Spud and I spent yesterday staffing a stand at a Farmer's Market. Most of the time was spent ogling young females in shorts, but every once in a while, we'd sell something. One of the people who came by and wanted to chat was the Democrat candidate for congress in my...
Not good. Not good at all. Maybe Links will make it better.
I’m managing to discover new ways to leverage technology in the service of pissing off others. Links was old school, yet I’ll do it anyway.
On the bright side, 2022 is more than half over. I hate this year.
Because Banjos and Sloopy are busy working on producing a boy. Or spreading some sort of disease. Whatever, I’m doing Links.
I could fire a cannon down Main Street and not hit anyone. Hmmmm, maybe that would be a nice way to spend Sunday? Links are my alibi if anything goes wrong.
I have suddenly gone from processing materials at 300-400 degrees to a nice glowy 1200-1500 degrees. Links set accordingly
Everything changes, and the rate only seems to increase. But Links shall always be with us.