Today is your lucky day: Old Man Links. Much going on here in Glibs Gulch, but I'm saving those tales for the weekend. Weekdays are serious. Just the news. Because I'm a serious guy. And speaking of luck, people lucky enough to be born on this date include a fellow...
It’s official, the Old Guy is old. But Links are new.
Fittingly, the end of November and the beginning of December meant a lake-effect enhanced snow, and we got it good and hard. Fortunately, I wasn't relying on airports, and for all their faults, the local governments here do a pretty good job of getting the snow off...
So Tomb Raider took me to a birthday party last night. It was for one of her former co-workers, and the place was packed. Everyone there, other than me, was a public school teacher and proud union member. The conversations going on were stultifying. I spent my first...
I’m in a bit of a food coma, but that won’t slow down Links.
Where’s the goddam snow? I moved here for the snow! While I’m waiting, Links.
Back from Georgia, tanned, fit, and ready… for Links.
He was mumbling something that sounded like, “…Cracky…cracky…” Well, no matter, Links still need to be done. And here they are.
I really am trying to give this place a chance. Not working. So here’s Links instead.
Yes, I am currently situated perfectly to do a Rednecks In The Mist. But instead I’ll do Links.
Back from the Big City and enjoying rural life. And tossing out Links.
Or New York City. Same diff. Links ensue.
The drinking starts early here and so do the Links.
I’m recovering from a ProgFest. The Links are a result.
What fun. This past week I gave a talk on something I know nothing about (recycling and re-use of glass) in front of 150 experts, and I had less than a week to prepare. At the same time that I had to do a massive report. So if I seem a bit fuzzy around the gills,...
Heading back home today, arriving just in time to bash my liver with Spud. And do Links.
I’m a featured speaker at a recycling event this week. And there’s an Armistice happening! At 11:11! But first, Links.
We damaged Spud last night. Well, only one thing to do and that’s to make hash browns. And Links.
Yas, he back. And Links, too.
I was supposed to have Spud sit in for me today while I befouled a B&B with the kind assistance of Tomb Raider. We had tickets to a show and a B&B in a secluded spot. She had tested herself for the Coof after having some cold symptoms on Monday. Lest you...
Get ’em while they’re hot, hot, hot! Links, that is.
Banjos has gone missing. Cue “Ransom of Red Chief” jokes. and Links.
Another dispatch from behind enemy lines. But Links must.
I’m curious about what creatures today may unearth. But my curiosity about the news is satisfied here in Links.
The Old Man has sold his soul. But he’ll drop Links before Satan whisks him off.