I had a LOT of issues with my NFL subscription on YouTube. It was expensive and didn't cover a lot of games. It would black out any game that was on broadcast TV anywhere from Elmira to Buffalo (which I do not have). Blacked out any game with Buffalo. Blacked out...
I suddenly find two NPR Ladies in the picture, and a conundrum it is. They are both intelligent, accomplished, and educated. NPR1 is a physician (pediatrics), incredibly kind and sweet, soft-spoken, and seems to be quite sane and grounded. NPR2 is actually a rerun,...
After dinner last night with New NPR, WebDom pulled me aside. "There's something wrong." "Oh?" "She's sane. And really nice." Apparently we've gotten past the first filter. Mere socializing will not stop birthday parties, and we really should have them for people like...
Route 66 will never be the same now that we have used it. Sort of like that woman in the toilet in Bad Santa. Anyway, Links.
The last day of our 8 day road-trip. And I really shouldn’t be doing this, but… Links
Halloween gets a bit problematic here. But links are always the answer.
“I’ll have the usual.” More Tales of the Woke, birthdays, Old Guy Music, and links.
It’s Sunday in New York. The leaves are nearly done dropping. The Progs are reeeeeeing. All is well. Links.
It’s Saturday. It’s morning. I’m old. So it must be Links time. Where’s my pudding cup?
Seriously, I feel like I stumbled into Ali Baba’s cave. Newest story within, including Links
More tales from the Land Of The Woke… and Links.
This can get… complicated. But maybe Links will help.
Fall has hit here, hard. Know what else hit here? Yep, Links.
“Gender fluid” makes me think of Peter North. That is apparently not correct thinking. While I readjust… here’s Links.
Rain. Rain. It slows down. Then speeds up. Rain. Much like Links.
See, it’s Shabbos AND Sukkos. And Links. Seriously, how could you ask for more?
It’s Parent’s Weekend at one of our local colleges and the helicopters are landing en masse. So are Links.
It’s Saturday morning. Good cartoon shows are a thing of the past, so may as well read Links.
GodDAMN, I love feeling the tickle of Fall weather again. And Links, of course.
Yeah, yeah, it’s an anniversary. But more importantly, as of this past Tuesday, it’s 5782! And Links.
Well, looking around me, I know. But sometimes…. anyway, an anecdote before Links.
Which is better than my usual box of rocks. Anyway… Links.
I’m fucking exhausted. Too old for this shit. But not too old to do Links!
I’ve become a kapo in the service of profit. Well, fuck it, here’s Links.
We may still be living out of boxes, but we’re not living IN them. So we got that goin’ for us. Which is nice. Oh, and Links.