Sorry, my fan hat is on. On the one hand, the Ravens are still alive. On the other, it may be for just hours since their life depends on the Browns today. Nobody should ever be in a position of needing the Browns to win. Nobody. After the playoffs slip away in a game...
To be fair, I *am* actually busy with tasks. Getting ready for New Year's dinner with Prime and my local family, doing a ton of loudspeaker measurements for a soon-to-be-overdue article, preparing some lectures on photoacoustics for a course the university asked me to...
All the little goy kids are running downstairs to see what that white-bearded Hebe brought them. But it wasn't me, I have an alibi. Anyway, this year the phony pseudo-pagan holiday (Christmas) and the celebration of the Jewish Taliban (Chanukkah) almost aligned; we...
I have just returned from my long drive to New England to pick up a ratty pair of classic loudspeakers which I will restore. And to attend a technical presentation and demonstration of an interesting home theater technology. The demo was impressive enough that I asked...
Summer is officially here. You wouldn't know it from the cool, gray, moist weather, but you would know it from the lack of students....
This is a heavy travel month, mostly to shitholes. This week, it’s for a good cause. And Links are always a good cause.
Our little school finished its year in the usual way. And Links were not involved.
Grades go both ways, but Links only cut in one direction.
Every once in a while, the results are worth the pain. Links are just pain, though.
The semester is over except for what the kids think is the most important part. But we all know that Links are the most important part.
You can fool some of the people all of the time, but I can’t fool anyone for long. But no foolin’, Links.
My mom is one of the few people who can call Joe Biden “Sonny boy.” Links are your chance to call him “Tard.”
A quick trip to a rat infested shithole is just what the doctor ordered. With a side of Links.
Well, Hot Dog Day was a resounding success, at least if you were a vendor of red plastic cups, aluminum cans, yellow police tape and New-York-State-approved cardboard junk food containers. I could hear music going and kids reveling at 3am, which is impressive to me....
It’s the biggest day of the year in our little hamlet. Which won’t stop Links.
What’s worse than thievery? Making the victim be an accomplice. Reading Links could qualify.
Just when I think things can’t get goofier… well, anyway, Links.
It’s coming! It’s coming! So are the Links.
He’s back and the sheep are frightened. But not of the Links.
Banjos is restringing. So I’m taking over Links temporarily.
It was inevitable. Just like Links.
“What the fuck is he talking about?” Clearly not Links.
Today we celebrate Artaxerxes, alcohol, naked woman, and Links.
Your people have your holidays, (((we))) have (((ours))). And I’m getting ready, but not neglecting…Links.
I managed to make yesterday more exciting than planned. But not more exciting than Links.