After last weekend's debacle, my friends had me put on suicide watch. Prime, a Buffalonian, was too nice to troll me, but she did have some deep concerns about my mental health. Which, to be fair, she should have had long before this game. Ah well, I'll root for...
It’s the big day today. And if Lamar doesn’t come out on top, you’ll read about me in Links tomorrow.
Meeting up with Prime in a place halfway between our home bases to do our usual, a nice walk or hike and chat, followed by alcohol and food. Ellicottville Brewing, most likely, a fine producer of beer. And they run a pizza place as well. We will eat unhealthfully and...
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.
A brief one this time. Spoiler: There have been many Faucis over the millennia.
SP has abandoned Wonder Dog and me for the next few weeks. Let’s hope the site doesn’t blow up. And our house. Anyway, Links
After a fun visit with Spud (and the fact I remember none of it is a good sign), I return with Links.
Off to the airport to meet my doom. And Spudalicious. But I’ll drop some quick links first.
(((We))) do all kinds of weird shit, and most of it traces back to the mysterious and arbitrary whims of Yahweh. And Yahweh loved to troll (((us))). Somehow or other, the priests always came out ahead…
I hope (((we))) got a refund from the Italians who did a shitty job with the hit. In the meantime… Links.
Our first weekend of the year with looming three digit temperatures. So prepare for my whining. And Links.
Over 2,000 Egyptian soldiers have mysteriously drowned after attempting a Red Sea crossing. This story and more… in Links.