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...
Isn't it nice to have the most cliché possible picture? Holy shit, January is almost over. Maybe it's an age thing, maybe it's me being busy and time flying, but it doesn't feel like we could already be a month in. This weekend will drag, of course, because no...
Here in the Gulch, we had our Team Red and Team Blue caucuses (cauci?) this week to nominate candidates for the village Board of Trustees. Now me, I always think of trustees as some position for squealers in a prison, but here it applies to the elite set of...
I managed to step on a landmine of academic politics. Shrapnel and my scattered flesh. But nonetheless, there’s still Links today.
Pussies here are all scared of a little cold and ice. I keep toasty warm by cranking out Links.
Brevity is oft the soul of wit. Links are oft the toilet of my imagination.
I'm normally a pretty cheerful person, but today I'm not. Soutine captures my mood. Sorry, I like doing the funny little slice of life, I'm just not feeling funny. I guess I can celebrate birthdays, including that of the greatest of the Founding Fathers, the shithead...
Life on campus takes some odd turns. Then again, Links can be pretty odd. Come in and find out for yourself.
I spent most of yesterday working on recycling. The spirit continues, but these are actually virgin Links.
I do love me a challenge. And Links.
Nothing interesting is happening to me. It’s the middle of the month. There ya go. Links.
I may be pregnant. Links are safe, though.
In which the Old Man starts his work training in Safe Spaces. This episode: Queer Vocabulary.
Look on the back of my neck for a leaf. And the husk of my pod.
It’s been a long time since someone called me “Pal.” And after these links, it may be a lot longer.
Not my usual, but sometimes it needs to be done.
Thank Yahweh 2022 is over. Now we have a fresh, clean new year to fuck up. Here’s some Links to set the tone.
While Spud and I start whipping food together for tonight, y’all can relax and chow down on some Links.
They sent out the Jew today to bring tidings of somewhat mixed joy. aka Links.
This time of year, I like to point at goyim and laugh. But before I do that, let’s do Links.
Well, this was unexpected. But there’s some Links anyway.
Symbolism is more important than reality. And Links are more important than… oh wait, they’re not important. But here they are anyway.
Much glass melted, much furnace sweat, much concert, much muchness, and now, much Links.
Big project reaching climax. I’m shutting my eyes. After doing Links, of course.
On the road again, but not with Willie’s stash, alas. Just Links.