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...
I have a systematic approach to avoiding complete madness from NPR Ladies based on stage-gate principles. If things seem like they're going well (and indeed they have been with the latest one), I stress test it. My first filter is WebDom and l0b0t- if she can deal...
We may be way out in the rurals, but we’re still Linkin’.
I’m a rural New Yorker now, which is rural AND New Yorker. So I drink my Genesee beer with my pinkie in the air while I put together… Links.
After two weeks absence, I return with… Links. New location, but same lame jokes.
SP is on her way back. Now it’s time for me to frantically hide the accidentally deceased hookers, used condoms, credit card receipts, and empty glassine envelopes. Oh and do Links.
Is our ordeal buying a house and moving over yet? Hah! But Links still go on.
Yee-haw! We’s gonna have us some Links!
They’re not quite legit, but they ARE Links.
I just love alliteration. And Links, of course.
I am trying, dear Lord, I am, to maintain a positive attitude. Links do not help.
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. And Links.
The Right of Return manifests with (((me))) doing morning Links again.
The worst thing about three day weekends is that just as you’re getting into it, it’s over. Links, however, never rest.
Wherein we celebrate unyoking ourselves from a King with arbitrary power. But unfortunately… well, here’s some Links with the results.
We have entered monsoon season here, the time of year when it’s not a dry heat. Here’s some Links calculated to give you the dry heaves.
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.