Our university is sponsoring an Election Night Watch Party this week. We were admonished in the invitation: The event is non-partisan, and a cordial and respectful place to watch the 2024 election results as they come in. There will be food, an electoral college map...
Nephilium’s loss, my gain. And Links.
The Old Man is suddenly falling apart. Back in the hospital this week, with a delightful case of pneumonia. Nonetheless, after they stuffed me with bronchodilators and antibiotics, he persisted, and I'm heading to Cleveland tonight so I can watch the Christians get...
We now enter the 7 month period where I keep wondering why the hell we moved here. But the news is more important than my extreme discomfort.
SP is reduced to repeating, “Has everybody gone fucking nuts???” Here’s proof she’s right.
Hell has descended here. And Links are descending there.
A new day, a new week, and the fuck it attitude is spreading. Morning Links are my small contribution to this.
People are starting to rebel. Trust in media and government is dropping. I’m happy, relatively. So to celebrate, here’s Links!
Proclaim Liberty throughout the land and to all the inhabitants thereof. Just kidding. News is proof of that.
Just kidding, I’m out and about. Hide your kids. And comment on the links.
Sorry, bad day for us. You guys have fun, though.
Because really.
Because, you know, fuck that guy. Think of these links as Sloopy Seconds.
Actually, we’re not stuck at home, but we’re pretending. And linking. And begging for some help.
At least that’s how I’m comforting myself. And I definitely get that feeling from those I encounter. In the meantime, cower-in-place and read the Links.
Nearing the end of the Tolerable Season here. The news takes it over to the intolerable. But amusing comments are verbal salve. And SP and I abide.
Virusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirus…..
YOU CANNOT GET AWAY FROM IT. NOT EVEN HERE. IT HAS INFECTED EVERY CORNER OF THE NEWS.
This is the greatest emergency ever. Ever. Literally tens of people are dying and there is nothing else in the news.
Know what’s the greatest thing to do after a hard night of too much food, too much alcohol, too little sleep, and losing an hour because of the other 49 states? Yep, get up early, do links, and then go bash our bodies on a steep trail.
After a fun and exhilarating day, it’s time to wade back into the quotidian mud.
If I die while out hiking on the trails today, it’s sad that this will be the last thing I ever write. But it’s the last gasp for many of us…
Leap Year Day comes but once every four years. But Links come twice a day. And at my age, that’s impressive.
It was the shortest of nights, it was the longest of nights. OK, longest wins. But links must be served.
Links are 100% American, not a chance that… what?