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,...
So after last weekend's debacle, Prime said, "You're a Bills fan now." It was not stated as a question. Fun happenings at Glibs Gulch: in addition to the weekly Tuesday noon protest ("What are you protesting?" "Whaddaya got?"), we had a special Friday protest at The...
SP is on her way back. Now it’s time for me to frantically hide the accidentally deceased hookers, used condoms, credit card receipts, and empty glassine envelopes. Oh and do Links.
Is our ordeal buying a house and moving over yet? Hah! But Links still go on.
Yee-haw! We’s gonna have us some Links!
They’re not quite legit, but they ARE Links.
I just love alliteration. And Links, of course.
I am trying, dear Lord, I am, to maintain a positive attitude. Links do not help.
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. And Links.
The Right of Return manifests with (((me))) doing morning Links again.
The worst thing about three day weekends is that just as you’re getting into it, it’s over. Links, however, never rest.
Wherein we celebrate unyoking ourselves from a King with arbitrary power. But unfortunately… well, here’s some Links with the results.
We have entered monsoon season here, the time of year when it’s not a dry heat. Here’s some Links calculated to give you the dry heaves.
Look, it’s 111 degrees out. The Germans are dancing because they don’t even need to fire up the ovens. This gives me a chance to get Links posted.
It’s down to 107 here. Almost like it’s a desert. But we are rich and verdant in Links.
Look, I just got back from Spud’s, my wife has gone off to New York for the next two weeks, and I haven’t had any sleep. And you expect coherence? Be grateful it’s just Links.
I’m just amazed that I’ve stayed sober enough to do Links. It’s a miracle! (Narrator: He didn’t.)
I’m amidst the Famous Potatoes and white supremacists of Idaho. Nonetheless, high carb Links await.
Monday. Tuesday. Wednesday. Thursday. Friday. Saturday. Sunday. These are… The Days of the Week. And here’s some of your stories.
As I cross the days off the calendar, I think about the delightful drama of countdowns. But then I remember that it’s time for Links.
T(r, t) + V(r, t) =E. It’s the law. So’s Links.
I can’t stop I can’t stop I can’t stop I can’t stop I can’t stop I can’t stop I can’t stop I can’t stop…
Oh wait, I need to pause because Links.
No theme, no running joke, just a few meaningless anecdotes followed by Links, comme m’habitude.
It’s really hot out, I’m lacking sleep, and the love sausage isn’t budging. May as well do Links.