[Goyische Editor's Note: If you think you've seen this before, it's because you have. At least twice. (((OMWC))) published this in 2017, and again in 2021. You know how old ppl like to tell the same stories over and over...] You goyim may be familiar with the High...
With the sudden onset of tolerable weather (it's going to be up to 23° in Went To The Moon units), I will be outside finishing up my fence extensions for a better confinement of a dog who identifies as an antelope. Then down to the café to meet, greet, shake hands,...
Here in the Gulch, we on the Planning Board are wrestling with a controversy, STRs. Initially, I thought that was some kind of venereal disease but it turns out to mean "short term rentals," as in "AirBnB or VRBO." Given the bright vivid Blue of the village's makeup,...
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.
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.
This post will be pinned at the top of the feed until further notice.
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.