Oddly, we had our local election in Glibs Gulch on Wednesday rather than Tuesday because of a state law forbidding elections on St. Patrick's Day. That seems counterintuitive since before voting is absolutely the most appropriate time to take a few slugs. In any case,...
"I am the candidate for simple farmers, people of the land. The common clay." I bet you thought I'd talk about the impending St. Patrick's Day and the annual excuse for alcoholic excess. Especially given my Irish heritage- my family originates in the eastern part of...
Friday the 13th being an unlucky day is just a superstition, right? Ask Spud. He was planning to put a water feature at his house here in the Gulch. However, an unplanned one in the interior of the house was not what he had in mind. A heating line burst and for...
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.
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.