Heading back home shortly, after a night in The Big City. So this is being written in a hotel room near Westchester. I am surrounded by the worst of humanity- the person in the room above me is apparently practicing juggling bowling balls. The people in the room next...
This time it’s different for sure! Links are pretty much the same.
I somehow ended up on the hiring committee for my replacement. OK, I can have fun with this. Unfortunately... I had to take an online training course on "Implicit Bias." I will state my explicit bias: I will only recommend the hiring of someone who knows their shit,...
Look, it’s 111 degrees out. The Germans are dancing because they don’t even need to fire up the ovens. This gives me a chance to get Links posted.
It’s down to 107 here. Almost like it’s a desert. But we are rich and verdant in Links.
Look, I just got back from Spud’s, my wife has gone off to New York for the next two weeks, and I haven’t had any sleep. And you expect coherence? Be grateful it’s just Links.
I’m just amazed that I’ve stayed sober enough to do Links. It’s a miracle! (Narrator: He didn’t.)
I’m amidst the Famous Potatoes and white supremacists of Idaho. Nonetheless, high carb Links await.
Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. Saturday. Sunday. These are… The Days of the Week. And here’s some of your stories.
As I cross the days off the calendar, I think about the delightful drama of countdowns. But then I remember that it’s time for Links.
T(r, t) + V(r, t) =E. It’s the law. So’s Links.
I can’t stop I can’t stop I can’t stop I can’t stop I can’t stop I can’t stop I can’t stop I can’t stop…
Oh wait, I need to pause because Links.
No theme, no running joke, just a few meaningless anecdotes followed by Links, comme m’habitude.
It’s really hot out, I’m lacking sleep, and the love sausage isn’t budging. May as well do Links.
Well, here’s a jolly way to begin your work week.
Hey, it’s a step up from Hell. The links aren’t, though
Week from hell at work is ending. Now weekend of hell with the news is beginning. The cycle of life.
Ollie ollie out in free! We have Links!
SP is back! That improves my mood, but won’t make my Links any better.
Still ronery. Oh so ronery. But we still need Rinks, ahhhh, Links.
SP’s return has been delayed a bit. So I can continue to leave laundry on the floor, keep the bathroom door open, and eat junk. As long as I do links.
This is Lorenz, Yorke, and Mandelbrot, all rolled into a unitary mess of Links.
MAYDAY! MAYDAY!
Not only is the house falling apart, so is the world. Proof herein.
Wonder Dog looks at me with an expression of betrayal. “Why was I abandoned?” But you dear people have not been abandoned. Here’s Links to prove it.