This was the stupidest relevant image I could find. Actually, several bullets were dodged. We had a gala opening of a new shop here in the Gulch, of a type I call a "chick shop." Scented soaps, knick-knacks, feminist-themed stickers, books, napkin rings, twee little...
Fun time yesterday, Spud is in town and this time his girlfriend joined us (first time meeting us). I'm not going to say we overindulged, but yeah, we're somewhat damaged. She seems to have survived meeting the Glibs Gulch crew and tonight we're throwing both her and...
We just had our local elections, and as expected, the ballot was Soviet style- here's the candidates, no competition, the choices have been made for you by our Politburo Democratic Committee. Some irony in that, but no matter. The only position that was contested at...
It’s been Opening Week at Oberlin East, and a long one. Links are shorter.
And once again, I call upon your creativity. And Links.
A mini-Jewsday. And Links as well.
It was a beautiful day in the Finger Lakes after a week of shit weather. One of the NPR Ladies of my acquaintance wanted to do some drinking, so I sez, "Why not?" I picked up a couple bottles from my favorite winery, then went to a new one which was having a grand...
Every once in a while, I try to live in the moment. But usually get interrupted by Links.
If you’re tired of hearing about my pathetic love life, just skip to the Links.
I need to talk to the Elders of Zion about this weather control thing. Links, meanwhile.
Until you’ve seen SugarFree laying in a puddle of vomit, you haven’t lived. The question remains, whose vomit was it?
I’m giving you all a challenge today…
Why do I keep doing this to myself? Just for amusing Links stories?
When Sloopy calls, I deliver… Links.
Overtaken by events. When men plan, God laughs.
I always wondered about the New York accent of a Kansas farmhand. But I don’t wonder about Links.
Sometimes entropy wins, both in politics and in day-to-day life. And so it is here, but with Links.
Who am I? What am I doing here? Oh… Links. That’s right. Links.
An ode to senility, copium, and incompetence. Yep, that’s Links in a nutshell.
Is it the creation of the Master Race? Is is weird Mendelian experiments? Is it Links?
Every once in a while, I travel for culture. Sometimes for spectacle, this time for Links.
Any second now… and while we’re waiting, Links.
Big doings here in Glibs’ Gulch. And my family is now larger. Step inside the Links to see.
It is not easy being me. Especially this morning. Here’s Links to prove it.
Bad things come in threes- maybe the news is the third? Read Links and judge for yourself.