For a community that is dominated by scholars (or "scholars," more accurately), I am ceaselessly amazed at how fucking stupid everyone is. And the stupidest among them end up working for us. We don't serve lunch on weekends because our weekend cook is incapable of...
It's been a tough week, juggling clients, café, university, and home issues. The last is getting my house prepared for a new arrival, which has involved much lifting and carrying, about 100,000 trips up and down the stairs, and repeated errands to pick up small items...
Yes, here's when my behavior that puzzles Prime begins. She doesn't actually say it, but she clearly thinks, "How can you waste an entire day watching THREE football games?" One more reminder to me about SP's perfection- she would just be disappointed that there...
Man, nothing is the same. First Brett takes a powder, now the Sloopy-n-Banjos clan go into a frenzy of hiding. But Links must go on.
Succos has come and gone, but the bitter fruits of our world remain to entertain us.
My first Saturday links in October. It’s fall! Yayyy!!! Oh, wait…
I know I’m supposed to go all ashes, sackcloth, and fasting tonight, but I can’t help the grin of amusement when I see the news. Let me share the joy with a curated set of Links.
I mean, really, we’re never going to have a liberty-minded society, but we can at least be entertained by the news.
No Sloopy, No Banjos, and that leaves Links in the hands of the Jews. Or the Jew, to be specific.
(((We))) stretch out the party. And popcorn is Kosher. News to make you want some is just a click away.
And a delightful Rosh Hashana it’s going to be. Even after reading the Links.
Yes, it’s 105° today. But it’s actually getting cooler at night. I think this is Nature’s way of giving us false hope, like the Browns do for their fans every year. Speaking of false hope, here’s Links.
An oddball week for me, full of delicious irony, which smooths the wrinkles out of my metaphors. Oh, and I finish up with… Links.
Out of labor, after all. And we don’t want to become complacental or anything. Anyway… Links.
Saturday yesterday, holiday tomorrow. Today is the Lucky Pierre of days off. The news continues, though.
It’s fucking SEPTEMBER. It’s 114 out. What the actual fuck. I need to find a job in Montana.
Wait, was that wrong? Nobody told me that was wrong. Meh, let’s look at Links.
The world gone nuts. Nuts, I say.
I got nothin’. Except Links.
I am returned after a sojourn to Spud’s place. My liver has not yet recovered. But Links shall be forthcoming.
It’s a better day than yesterday, not that you’d know it from reading the news. Come in, let me spoil your day.
If these Links seem rushed and slipshod, it’s because they’re rushed and slipshod.
There’s nothing to joke about here. This is serious. The Links point to real stories of human tragedy so it would be awful if you laughed.
You don’t know what that means? Well Google it, you filthy Goy. After you read Links and comment, of course.
It was a sick joke yesterday, but it’s a new day now. With Links.