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...
One effect of the frigid weather is that it's driven some of the local rodent population indoors. Couple that with the closure of the pharmacy next door who kept a semi-feral cat and we suddenly have mice paying us a visit. In our attempt to be a muroid Auschwitz, we...
It's fucking cold out. Like -5 degrees with lost of wind for a wind chill low enough that it doesn't matter whether you specify it in Fahrenheit or Celsius. A couple feet of residual snow on the ground and another couple feet arriving tonight and tomorrow. Where the...
They’re just not ready for me. But I bet you’re ready for Links.
I’m giddy with excitement. Now you can be giddy with Links.
In it for the ladies. And the Links.
In which you all get to laugh at my discomfort and THEN read Links.
It’s a beautiful Sunday morning in beautiful New York. And I’m still ugly, one of my greatest charms. As is my facility with Linking. That’s what gets me the girls.
Today marks one year since we landed in New York. I’ll celebrate this anniversary by vomiting out some Links.
Within the darkness, there is light.
Sunday morning doesn’t come without headache and nausea. Links do not help the latter one single bit.
Including bonus Small Town story, along with Links.
I’ll skip my usual humor and get right to the point. THEN links.
Every once in a while, I’m reminded of where I am. And the Links are here, too.
Spud and I spent yesterday staffing a stand at a Farmer's Market. Most of the time was spent ogling young females in shorts, but every once in a while, we'd sell something. One of the people who came by and wanted to chat was the Democrat candidate for congress in my...
Not good. Not good at all. Maybe Links will make it better.
I’m managing to discover new ways to leverage technology in the service of pissing off others. Links was old school, yet I’ll do it anyway.
On the bright side, 2022 is more than half over. I hate this year.
Because Banjos and Sloopy are busy working on producing a boy. Or spreading some sort of disease. Whatever, I’m doing Links.
I could fire a cannon down Main Street and not hit anyone. Hmmmm, maybe that would be a nice way to spend Sunday? Links are my alibi if anything goes wrong.
I have suddenly gone from processing materials at 300-400 degrees to a nice glowy 1200-1500 degrees. Links set accordingly
Everything changes, and the rate only seems to increase. But Links shall always be with us.
Some things in my new life are very, very different. Some things are the same. Like Links.
The energy input to change the sign of the S term seems somehow excessive. Speaking of which, Links.
Sometimes I have a cute theme. This is not one of those times. Just Links.