Wōdnesdæg Morgendæġ Links

Wōdnesdæg Morgendæġ Links

Turns out "links" is an old Anglo-Saxon word, so technically this is the old English way of saying... Wednesday Morning Links! I dunno. you gotta have a schtick. This ain't my best, but Sloopy and Banjos are on that little island that isn't burning government housing...

Thursday Afternoon Hallucinatory Citrus Links

Thursday Afternoon Hallucinatory Citrus Links

Why hallucinatory citrus? I was chatting with our friend and colleague SF, who the universe tried mightily to kill for the magnificently horrible things he has brought to it, and he mentioned that he was given the wrong painkiller and "hallucinating lemons". At least...

Brett set out to find America, the real America, the America of strip malls and serial killers, of butthole waxing and kelp smoothies, of cocaine and maggots. He sought it in the most American part of America—Florida: swamp gas and fever dreams, where love arrives on a rickety boat and leaves when it doesn't have the money for its fourth abortion. Oh, where has Brett gone? He’s drinking at the neck of America’s wang, chewing its foreskin and working its shaft. Brett is becoming legend. Brett can never die. Brett can never die. Brett is America, facedown in his own patriotic puke: the red his blood, the white his stomach lining, and the cold, cold blue his gas station slushie, spiked with coconut rum and tetracycline.

Sunday Morning Goy Links

Its high season for OMWC. In his part of the world, there's only 3 weeks of Spring, so he has to take full advantage of all of them. By June the kids have gotten too thin and wormy for his tastes. Wow, that went in a weird direction, but I'm leaving it in! My littler...

Sunday Morning Gentile Links

OMWC had some perfidious thing to do. Swapping out the hot chocolate dispenser for an ice cream freezer in the back of the “free candy” van or something. In the meanwhile, I’ll try to entertain you guys. My youngest - now 3 - finally got his first haircut. He went...

Thursday Morning Links – Not Sloopy or Banjos!

Who am I? Why am I here!? Why am I making reference to a Vice-Presidential debate that occurred last century!? Sloopy and Banjos are off auctioning things. I hope Sloopy got his mustache to trustworthy proportions. Only thing worse than a slow talking auctioneer is...