It's a double-edged pregame this morning. Of course, there's the imminent Ravens-Jets game, for which I am preparing some non-traditional football food (mole coloradito, cheese sopapilla) and chilling some non-traditional sparkling wine (for Pie's information, a rosé...
This happens to all of us. Scenes from Glibs Gulch:I'm doing everything in my power to make the village regret putting me in a position of power. I'm arguing hard for property rights against a group of very HOA-like Progs who want to do everything they can to use...
I've developed a yearly ritual: a trip to Cleveland when the Ravens are in town, hang out with generous ticket-provider Nephilium and his girlfriend, and generally have a great time. This is irrespective of the Ravens winning or losing; the fans at Browns games are...
RESIST! I am a lover of cold weather, but there is an aspect of spring that thrills me. No, not that, that's a year-round thing for me. Rather, I love the onslaught of new produce, delicate lettuces, ramps, fresh asparagus, morels, carrots. So, of course, after spring...
That baby is drunk! Dinner last night with a gaggle of Prime's friends. She gave me advance warning about one of them- "She's a PBS junkie and she'll talk your ear off!" Prime was not wrong. The friend, an extremely nice woman, was bubbling over with enthusiasm about...
They're grrrrrrrrreat! Mostly, things are quiet here in Glibs Gulch, no out-of-the-ordinary craziness. The baby is growing up in the cafe, spring is intermittently descending upon us, the students are the usual pink-haired delicate flowers, Prime and I continue to...
Looking more and more like SP every day. Unlike Spud, I actually remembered to do Links today. I'm thinking more and more that I don't belong at a modern liberal arts institution. The intolerance has been wearing, and clearly they are not interested in academic...
"Inconceivable!" Thanks to Brett for covering for me yesterday- Prime had a conference in Rochester, so we took the opportunity to have me come up and meet the oldest of her kids, who lives there. And she's a delightful young woman (as is her girlfriend), but I was...
Is that a Hitler salute? The downside of my little excursion to drink multiple top shelf brown spirits is the effect it had on my non-acclimated body. At least that's what I'm blaming. Prime came through unscathed, slept solidly, no doubt due to her Irish genetics. I...
It's a big day here in Glibs Gulch- our little cafe got its first deep fryer. Now we can supply drunk and stoned college kids with far less healthy food than we previously offered. Everyone asked for salads and wraps, nobody bought them. Economics being the effect of...
"What you talkin' 'bout, Willis?" Prime, being of Irish heritage, was out with her clan yesterday instead of being stuck with a sober Jew. So I missed out on that chunk o' fun and the inevitable bar fights. Instead, I stayed home and spent my Saturday working on a...
Perfecting his JD Vance side-eye. Could it possibly be? The accumulated snow and ice has disappeared, the temperatures got far enough above freezing to have me ditch my heavy coats, a few sprigs of asparagus are starting to poke out of my patch, and ramps have been...
Practicing for my Easter impressions. I'll be a bit scarce; Prime and I are spending a weekend near Niagara On The Lake and I'll have more pressing things to do than comment about the latest hilarity from Washington. Poor thing, she's going to get the full Stooges...
Clearly it's not Banjos doing the Morning Links today. I'm much taller. Life in Glibs' Gulch continues apace. Our little café is open irregular hours because of a massive lack of labor, WebDom and 10b0t are the most tired-looking people you can imagine, and I spend...
Big opening day yesterday at our little family business. Despite a few glitches attributable to the first day for most of the staff, people seemed extremely happy that we were back. I babysat The Youngest Glib at a table off to the side. He mostly slept, but when he...
We’re back! And so are Links.
We’re inundated with Global Warming. But my fingers are unfrozen enough to type out Links.
It’s fun sitting at the feet of a master and absorbing wisdom. In this case, the Count of Cracks. I held together enough to bring you Links.
The newest Glib doing his Edward G. Robinson face. It's been an eventful week. I became a grand-dad, our little shop passed health inspection, we had massive snowfall, I spent some time in Prime pursuit, and our university went into a panic ("If you are approached by...
There’ll be one child born in this world to carry on.
I have pizza dough in the fridge undergoing autolyse. I have a bottle of red standing up and a bottle of white chilling. Spud, 10b0t, and I have various other distractions as well. Prime declined to come down, saying, "You guys go have your cute little bromance day,...
Everything is better with monke. Including Links.
The Banjos Sloopy clan is off, and Links dropped on me during a depression. So I’m taking it out on you people.
Not the same without Lamar. But I’ll make do with some pizza, some wine, and some Links.
Maybe this weekend will be better than the last. Certainly there’s not much to cheer about- Links are proof.