Practicing for my Easter impressions. I'll be a bit scarce; Prime and I are spending a weekend near Niagara On The Lake and I'll have more pressing things to do than comment about the latest hilarity from Washington. Poor thing, she's going to get the full Stooges...
Clearly it's not Banjos doing the Morning Links today. I'm much taller. Life in Glibs' Gulch continues apace. Our little café is open irregular hours because of a massive lack of labor, WebDom and 10b0t are the most tired-looking people you can imagine, and I spend...
Big opening day yesterday at our little family business. Despite a few glitches attributable to the first day for most of the staff, people seemed extremely happy that we were back. I babysat The Youngest Glib at a table off to the side. He mostly slept, but when he...
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.
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.