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,...
Banjos and Sloopy are out today, so The Old Guy steps in. Planning Board and Board of Trustees for the Gulch are having a joint meeting tonight to discuss our latest controversy: short term rentals (e.g., VRBO, AirBnB), how to zone and regulate. I suspect you know...
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.
Quite a lively week chez nous. And now I feel dead. But with my ultimate mortal gasp, I present Links.
8-12″ are coming in. And we may even get some snow. And Links.
He was tired of hot weather? OK, let’s give it to him good and hard! Here’s some teeth-chattering Links.
We’re about to get a heat wave, which is a pity because the snow is so nice. Ah well, let us arise from the mud and look at Links.
Or “quarantine.” Jesus, this shit is beyond stupid. And if you read the Links, you’ll get HazMat levels of stupid.
I’m sending Spud back today to dry out. Nonetheless, this is my last shot at being incoherent, and you are the beneficiaries.
We were very good and only had six bottles last night. And two in the afternoon. So Links may appear a bit fuzzy.
Whew, got through Christmas without some Lutherans burning down our house! Links, then, to celebrate.
Why is it that every Christmas, we end up with a Jew doing Links?