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...
Well, the pressure is off, I no longer have to pretend to root for the Bills. And TBH, if I could pick a Super Bowl from the remaining teams, I'd want to see the Bears vs Texans. It likely won't happen, but a boy can dream. Anyway, Prime loaded me up with pizza, beer,...
It’s a party and you’re invited!
While Sloopy and Banjoes run a slave auction, I’m filling in the Links
Sunday, Bloody Sunday. And Links to prove it.
It looks like summer is upon us here.
There’s bad hair days and REALLY bad hair days. And there’s Links.
After a rather unfortunate hiatus, I return to Links Duty. Be afraid.
Sometimes, the story ends before it is complete.
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We’ve transitioned from constant snow to constant rain. Unfortunately, we haven’t transitioned from idiots in charge to smart people in charge as I shall demonstrate here.
It’s Sunday, I’m still here, and you’re the victims. So lay back, relax, and enjoy some hot steamin’ Links.
In case you thought I was fooling about coming back with Links, here’s proof otherwise. For better or for worse.
Good news and bad news, when you think about it. But whatever, news.
Updated April 14.
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I promise that my penis is mentioned nowhere in this article. It’s about Purim, I pinky swear.
Sometimes you get to the point where you think, “Fuck, let’s just burn the whole goddam thing down and start over.” If you’re not at that point yet, perhaps a serving of Links can take you over the edge?
It’s all going to shit and the popcorn sucks. Well, there’s always Links.
My shovel is wearing out, and so is my back. Maybe take a break and do Links?
Well, after our massive snowfall last week, Global Warming blessed us with another foot. So I’m sitting in a warm room, looking outside, and forging Links. And writing fiction. Hard to tell the difference these days.
So much fun this part week, but it comes to an end. And a new week begins, but only after Links.
Complete with a Tales From The Woke Adjacent story.
I never understood that word pair. They seem opposites. Whatever, in Banjos’s absence, here’s Links.
You’d think on our anniversary, I’d be upstairs giving SP a bit of a logjam instead of being downstairs doing Links. This, my friends, is dedication.