[Goyische Editor's Note: If you think you've seen this before, it's because you have. At least twice. (((OMWC))) published this in 2017, and again in 2021. You know how old ppl like to tell the same stories over and over...] You goyim may be familiar with the High...
With the sudden onset of tolerable weather (it's going to be up to 23° in Went To The Moon units), I will be outside finishing up my fence extensions for a better confinement of a dog who identifies as an antelope. Then down to the café to meet, greet, shake hands,...
Here in the Gulch, we on the Planning Board are wrestling with a controversy, STRs. Initially, I thought that was some kind of venereal disease but it turns out to mean "short term rentals," as in "AirBnB or VRBO." Given the bright vivid Blue of the village's makeup,...
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.
It’s the big day today. And if Lamar doesn’t come out on top, you’ll read about me in Links tomorrow.
Wow, the front page excerpt this works again, which is more than you can say about me. Or Links.
Well, that went about as well as could be expected. And I enjoyed a bottle of a nice off-dry Rkatsiteli paired with Brie en croute through the game, then a shot of a huckleberry cream liqueur (gift from the formidable Riven) before bed. This was a great deal of...
Tonight is exciting and melancholy at once. Exciting because I couldn't pick a better matchup for the playoffs than Ravens/Steelers, who have had a decades-long blood feud. And I have a new very high end surround audio system set up in my TV room. Melancholy because...
Unexpectedly, my beloved Ravens took the AFC North title. Suck it, Steelers. Mediocre game by Jackson or it would have been a 50 point win instead of a 25 point margin. Game highlight was the interception by Michael Pierce, which was like watching Butterbean in the...
No, despite the unrelenting snowfall (we have over a foot on the ground at the moment), the electricity has been fine here in Glibs Gulch. But I am foregoing a date with Prime in order to watch the debacle in Baltimore on TV (NB: Prime made it past the Spud filter,...
OK, maybe we shouldn't have had that last bottle. I mean, sometimes I have to recognize the passage of years and my less-than-optimal condition. But that just didn't enter the picture when the corks started popping and the bottomless glasses started filling. And now,...
Spud has arrived for his quarterly visit, and just in time for our traditional New Years Eve. I know this is going to surprise you, but there's often drinking involved. So we will spend the run-up to the big night doing intense practice. Those livers aren't going to...
It's not often that Pagan Christmas and Taliban Chanukkah coincide- and even when it happens, it's only for half a day- the drunken lighting of the Menorah doesn't happen until sundown this evening. In any case, to dispel the silly idea that the goyim have about...
Well, he will be in a few more days, anyway. I'm not hip to all the Christian stuff, but from what I understand, Jesus goes all around the world on his birthday, coming down chimneys and feasting on milk and cookies. Sadists leave out a bowl of M&Ms, since they...