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,...
When SP and I bought this Little House In The Gulch, the idea was to fix things up and redo it in our image of a home we wanted to share. She was exceptionally handy with painting, electrical, and carpentry and could guide me through assisting her. Obviously, that...
Sometimes, I outwit my dogs. Sometimes they outwit me. A couple months back, I spent a PILE of money putting up a 6 foot wooden fence to confine them. They're good jumpers but not quite that good; five feet seemed to be about their limit. Day One free in the yard,...
“I’ll have the usual.” More Tales of the Woke, birthdays, Old Guy Music, and links.
It’s Sunday in New York. The leaves are nearly done dropping. The Progs are reeeeeeing. All is well. Links.
It’s Saturday. It’s morning. I’m old. So it must be Links time. Where’s my pudding cup?
Seriously, I feel like I stumbled into Ali Baba’s cave. Newest story within, including Links
More tales from the Land Of The Woke… and Links.
This can get… complicated. But maybe Links will help.
Fall has hit here, hard. Know what else hit here? Yep, Links.
“Gender fluid” makes me think of Peter North. That is apparently not correct thinking. While I readjust… here’s Links.
Rain. Rain. It slows down. Then speeds up. Rain. Much like Links.
See, it’s Shabbos AND Sukkos. And Links. Seriously, how could you ask for more?
It’s Parent’s Weekend at one of our local colleges and the helicopters are landing en masse. So are Links.
It’s Saturday morning. Good cartoon shows are a thing of the past, so may as well read Links.
GodDAMN, I love feeling the tickle of Fall weather again. And Links, of course.
Yeah, yeah, it’s an anniversary. But more importantly, as of this past Tuesday, it’s 5782! And Links.
Well, looking around me, I know. But sometimes…. anyway, an anecdote before Links.
Which is better than my usual box of rocks. Anyway… Links.
I’m fucking exhausted. Too old for this shit. But not too old to do Links!
I’ve become a kapo in the service of profit. Well, fuck it, here’s Links.
We may still be living out of boxes, but we’re not living IN them. So we got that goin’ for us. Which is nice. Oh, and Links.
We may be way out in the rurals, but we’re still Linkin’.
I’m a rural New Yorker now, which is rural AND New Yorker. So I drink my Genesee beer with my pinkie in the air while I put together… Links.
After two weeks absence, I return with… Links. New location, but same lame jokes.