Isn't it nice to have the most cliché possible picture? Holy shit, January is almost over. Maybe it's an age thing, maybe it's me being busy and time flying, but it doesn't feel like we could already be a month in. This weekend will drag, of course, because no...
Here in the Gulch, we had our Team Red and Team Blue caucuses (cauci?) this week to nominate candidates for the village Board of Trustees. Now me, I always think of trustees as some position for squealers in a prison, but here it applies to the elite set of...
One effect of the frigid weather is that it's driven some of the local rodent population indoors. Couple that with the closure of the pharmacy next door who kept a semi-feral cat and we suddenly have mice paying us a visit. In our attempt to be a muroid Auschwitz, we...
Nearing the end of the Tolerable Season here. The news takes it over to the intolerable. But amusing comments are verbal salve. And SP and I abide.
Virusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirusvirus…..
YOU CANNOT GET AWAY FROM IT. NOT EVEN HERE. IT HAS INFECTED EVERY CORNER OF THE NEWS.
This is the greatest emergency ever. Ever. Literally tens of people are dying and there is nothing else in the news.
Know what’s the greatest thing to do after a hard night of too much food, too much alcohol, too little sleep, and losing an hour because of the other 49 states? Yep, get up early, do links, and then go bash our bodies on a steep trail.
After a fun and exhilarating day, it’s time to wade back into the quotidian mud.
If I die while out hiking on the trails today, it’s sad that this will be the last thing I ever write. But it’s the last gasp for many of us…
Leap Year Day comes but once every four years. But Links come twice a day. And at my age, that’s impressive.
It was the shortest of nights, it was the longest of nights. OK, longest wins. But links must be served.
Links are 100% American, not a chance that… what?
This is what you get after SP and the Old Man have a meet-up.
I’m not exactly phoning it in, but it will be sketchier than usual. Not that this will affect comments and criticisms.
Sloopy has been sucked up by a tornado. Until we locate the body, various staff members will take over the Morning Links. Given my seniority (I held Moses during his bris), I go first.
Well, I fucked up Sir Digby’s post last night, so my atonement is… Morning Links. With suggestive pix.
Bad puns, obvious jokes, tilting at windmills. And links.
It’s a Super Day with Super News.
It may have been a week of Hell at work, but that doesn’t stop the snark. Or the news.
The house is full and soon will be fuller. I am drunk and soon will be drunker. The Links are posted and soon will be… poster?
I know, I know, we’re all geeks one way or another. I’ll try to act normal for links. And I’ll fail.
The Dutch Invasion has commenced. We’re in for a Gouda time! Starting with this morning’s links, of course.
Poe weeps from beyond the grave. I work through my grief to post links.
If I can’t predict the future, maybe I can predict the past.