"Well, blow me down!" At long long last our little family business is open again, caffeinating the masses. We have a barista named Liberty, which gives me a warm glow. I will be off at a side table babysitting The Youngest Glib while 10b0t cooks breakfast sandwiches...
We’re inundated with Global Warming. But my fingers are unfrozen enough to type out Links.
"You know how to whistle, don't you? Just put your lips together and blow." Sorry if I got you excited to see our favorite anthropomorphic rock back, this is a different one. As part of my job, I am (metaphorically) sitting at the feet of one of the major pioneers of...
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.
Insert generic Links preview statement here.
Joemala was deemed enough SugarFree for one day. After all, artificial sweeteners are cancer and shit. So I’m doing the Links, given that I don’t even have a modicum of sweetness anywhere in my personality.
Living dangerously today. Links are the safest part.
It’s hard to believe that there’s only two of them. Maybe they’ll leave me alone long enough to do Links.
Wherein I return from a voyage amongst a foreign tribe, bearing Links.
The things guys will do when there’s women involved… but still, Links.
Weekend with NPR Lady ends in fireworks.
That just seemed weird to type, but because we have Monday off, it’s true. Anyway, Links.
Another month passes as if nothing. But Links will salve the anxiety caused by the rush of time.
Surprise, surprise, heading north to see the NPR Lady. But not until I do Links because priorities.
There’s sort of a vague Whitman pun. Very vague. Links are more direct.
And as we pass another day without Sloopy and Banjos, you are again being subjected to me. Ignore me. Read Links.
I’m back and you never know where and when I might pop up with Links.
…and second prize is TWO weeks in Philadelphia. Oh, and Links.
This week, it’s been a challenge just breathing. Blame Canada. And Links.
Brett had a bit of a run-in with some blue Curacao, so I am stepping over his prone, piss-stained form to stand in for Links.
I will not be the butt of humor. OK, maybe I will be, but I’ll object. Anyway, Links.
Almost alliterative. And Linky as Hell.
Could we finally be over winter here? Could I walk outside without frostbite? Is this too much to ask? Links included.
We had a lovely Daddy Daughter outing yesterday. Now that WebDom is of age, it involved alcohol rather than Barbie. Anyway, home today so… Links.