Putting aside the good news about Sweet Baby James taking his first steps and Prime and I having our first alcohol-free date (we went to a cult restaurant specializing in buckwheat pancakes and maple syrup, open only two months a year), I have more amusing local...
Exciting days here in the Gulch. Every little village needs a crazy guy wandering the streets. In our case, it's the son of a professor, the latter notorious for her rather eccentric behavior (like hitting on me). He was trespassed from our little business a year or...
Sunday without football seems... empty. I look at the four walls around me and wonder, "Why? What's it all about? Our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness." But eventually, there will be again 22 physically large multimillionaires...
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.
One of the side effects of being single and in my demographic is that females range from NPR Left to Far Left. Lesser of evils. But Links are not.
Life in a small town means hearing things I shouldn’t. I should hear Links, though.
The first actual spring weekend in our little corner of Paradise. But that was just a temporary distraction from the real task at hand, Links.