It's a minor thing but I need to kvetch. In all of its bureaucratic efficiency, the NY State Liquor Commission, after draining my bank account of some thousands of dollars, has taken over a year to approve our permit to serve wine and beer. Putting aside the indignity...
Italians have a long tradition of this. The goyim have their little holiday today, something about rabbits being oviparous. There's also chocolate and caves somehow involved, I dunno, it's pretty mysterious to (((me))). All I know is that I didn't get Saturday night...
I admit to being a space enthusiast, despite wishing that NASA be eliminated from the FedGov. And I am very much opposed to manned space flight (machines are FAR better at that), especially things like manned interplanetary exploration. It is an enormous waste of...
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.
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.