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...
The Old Man has sold his soul. But he’ll drop Links before Satan whisks him off.
My puppy is a killer. No promises about the safety of the Links.
I am overrun with guests. But my Links still runneth over.
It seems like everything has to be made as difficult and tumultuous as possible. Well, Links may cure that. Maybe not.
Wherein I give some exceptions to the Progressive, “That’s not funny!” stereotype, then toss out some Links.
I am calling on the fine people of this community to help me out here. NPR Lady has pretty much resigned herself to the idea that she's involved with a (gasp!) libertarian. However... she absolutely hates the "NPR Lady" nickname. And honestly, though I don't hate it,...
New Years always takes a lot out of me. But I can feebly rally enough to do some Links.
Or at least a band named after cat food. And Links.
Well, my plans for yesterday were rained out, but at least I checked the Links box. And ditto today.
NPR Lady is traveling, so I’m actually able to do some long-past-due housework, yardwork, and posting. Here’s an example.
When I was a kid, I was unknowingly raised by actual no-shit communists. The big-deal organization was called Der Arbeiter Ring (Workman's Circle), and it was no coincidence that their version of Jesus was FDR. The fact that he was responsible for the deaths of...
So because of reasons, we ended up having five dogs around us last night. Not five little yap yaps, but five big, hulking dogs. All of whom got one another excited. And to make it worse, they all hadn't met before and were thrown together, with many fights...
I look at the calendar in disbelief. I t can’t possibly be… fuck, it is. And Links to prove it.
Just a few little tidbits from my weekend in NPR Land- then Links
There’s a couple of VERY unhappy carnivores in western New York. And they’re not going to read the Links.
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Not gallivanting in remote places this weekend, or at least not TOO remote, so it’s me with the Links.
There’s a reason I’m doing Links today instead of this weekend- guilt.
I do not dance. I hate to dance. But I’m spending a weekend watching others dance. And writing Links.
Had a few friends in. There’s pluses and minuses. And Links.
But not yet. There are Links, though, to get you by until I can write funny stories.
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