American Academy of Pediatrics- totally not politicized. Sorry to post and run, but I have to post and run. Prime has a professional meeting (with an emphasis on childhood vaccination, a hot topic recently) in our lovely capital, and since she already had a room...
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...
I feel for you. For each and every one of you. I feel your pain, your sadness, but also your joy, and your happiness. What am I saying? The only thing I feel is horny. And greedy. While Spud is gallivanting around Hawaii on his honeymoon, Prime and I decided to trash...
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.
Well, here’s a jolly way to begin your work week.
Hey, it’s a step up from Hell. The links aren’t, though
Week from hell at work is ending. Now weekend of hell with the news is beginning. The cycle of life.
Ollie ollie out in free! We have Links!
SP is back! That improves my mood, but won’t make my Links any better.
Still ronery. Oh so ronery. But we still need Rinks, ahhhh, Links.
SP’s return has been delayed a bit. So I can continue to leave laundry on the floor, keep the bathroom door open, and eat junk. As long as I do links.
This is Lorenz, Yorke, and Mandelbrot, all rolled into a unitary mess of Links.
MAYDAY! MAYDAY!