SugarFree seems to be improving. They are allowing him solid food, which has greatly improved his spirits. The leeches are gone. But you're stuck with me for two afternoons this week. At least. The week is not yet over. I'm feeling like Marco Rubio, here. But you're...
Banjos valiantly attempted to do links from London this morning, but was unable to do so because "The internet is ass at the hotel we are at." So, here you go. The comments are all yours.
Swiss is taking a little "vacation," and the nurses say he's responding well to the thorazine and no longer needs to be restrained. He made us a lovely potholder in art therapy. Unfortunately, the loop pattern decodes into "I'll get you for this you bastards."...
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Pretty much everything you’ve come to expect.
…and lucky to has ’em at all you is. Lucky to has ’em.
Some of this, some of that, and of course some “bits of the other” as homosexual English playwright Joe Orton (RIP) would have said.
There were problems…
The weather is vernal here in the 804, and your linkster is feeling capricious. Playful. Frolicsome, even. Also, trying to live up to Spud’s expectations.
Space News. Justin Amash running for Senate. Nature isn’t always pretty. Rent stabilization. Russian hackers. Lunar regulation.
The Fascinus is a Roman good luck charm depicting a phallus, sometimes with wings or feet, and often worn as a charm. This wonderful example is a 2nd Century AD bronze measuring approximately 2ΒΌ inches wide.
The usual collection of space links, grifting, and government shitbaggery.
What? Thursday again, already? And you all know what that means…
Your linkster is in a playful mood today, so you get bonus content in addition to links.
We are totally not jerking you around about this. Totally. Not. We are not Lucy Van Pelt, and you are not Charlie Brown and the website upgrade is totally not the football.
Texas border crisis, new friends, orbital death rays, billionaire land-swapping, science geekery, snark.
Oops…
Your usual collection of the grotesque, the bizarre, and the freakish. Enjoy.
Your linkster is cranky. You’d be cranky, too, if you were peacefully hibernating, dreaming of salmon, and some damn wildlife biologist snuck a temperature probe up you ass. I didn’t even enjoy mauling him. But since I’m up, you people get links.
Pretty much a shitshow, but Florida Man saves the day.
More warrantless data sharing. Re-thinking the Mars program.
Levantine beach moobfest and other depraved horrors.
We have a really big show for you today, folks.
Your linkster takes a break from his busy schedule of mountain biking, disc golf, pickleball, and hot bear sex, to bring you the links.
Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you… the links!