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...
In which Prime and I escape the snowy climes of WNY.
Keep your fucking beignets, Goy Boy. We got hamantashen. They may have been partying down in NoLa, but at the same time, I kept thinking, "This is a really poor-ass version of Purim." Which it is. Nobody parties like drunk Jews. They sometimes even spend money. So...
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.
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.