The newest Glib doing his Edward G. Robinson face. It's been an eventful week. I became a grand-dad, our little shop passed health inspection, we had massive snowfall, I spent some time in Prime pursuit, and our university went into a panic ("If you are approached by...
There’ll be one child born in this world to carry on.
I have pizza dough in the fridge undergoing autolyse. I have a bottle of red standing up and a bottle of white chilling. Spud, 10b0t, and I have various other distractions as well. Prime declined to come down, saying, "You guys go have your cute little bromance day,...
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.
Some things in my new life are very, very different. Some things are the same. Like Links.
The energy input to change the sign of the S term seems somehow excessive. Speaking of which, Links.
Sometimes I have a cute theme. This is not one of those times. Just Links.
It’s a party and you’re invited!
While Sloopy and Banjoes run a slave auction, I’m filling in the Links
Sunday, Bloody Sunday. And Links to prove it.
It looks like summer is upon us here.
There’s bad hair days and REALLY bad hair days. And there’s Links.
After a rather unfortunate hiatus, I return to Links Duty. Be afraid.
Sometimes, the story ends before it is complete.
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We’ve transitioned from constant snow to constant rain. Unfortunately, we haven’t transitioned from idiots in charge to smart people in charge as I shall demonstrate here.
It’s Sunday, I’m still here, and you’re the victims. So lay back, relax, and enjoy some hot steamin’ Links.
In case you thought I was fooling about coming back with Links, here’s proof otherwise. For better or for worse.
Good news and bad news, when you think about it. But whatever, news.
Updated April 14.
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I promise that my penis is mentioned nowhere in this article. It’s about Purim, I pinky swear.
Sometimes you get to the point where you think, “Fuck, let’s just burn the whole goddam thing down and start over.” If you’re not at that point yet, perhaps a serving of Links can take you over the edge?
It’s all going to shit and the popcorn sucks. Well, there’s always Links.
My shovel is wearing out, and so is my back. Maybe take a break and do Links?