All the cool Glibs are off doing something fun. I drew the short straw, again, and am stuck here taking care of the squirrels. Also, my boyfriend got in this morning, and you can only guess what happened next. You know the drill. Open post, comments yours, etc.
Banjos didn't forget us. She requested coverage for today and tomorrow morning and the potato person who volunteered for today didn't come through. You get an open post, and lucky to have even that since I'm on vacay.
SugarFree is enduring an office move today. There are idiots touching his stuff, and moving his things, and such wondrous, rare, and fragile things they are. No matter how many warning labels he affixes, no matter how many instructions he gives, it always ends up like...
My boyfriend is back and I’m in a happy mood. Today you get a booze review, an obligatory space link, and everything else you people have come to expect.
It’s been a big couple of days for space news. You want space links and commentary? We got ’em.
We survived the long-awaited Big Website Upgrade. All our regular writers have adapted, and even most commenters. And we got through a holiday weekend with special content in place of some linkage.
The residents of the Lodge had developed black market channels for obtaining booze and pot, two of their three mainstays. Their efforts to obtain regular pussy, though more diligent, were far less successful.
In which your linkster struggles with the newfangled WordPress Block Editor.
Lobster girl loves you all. She’d love you more if you’d donate to our website.
It’s another slow news Thursday, and your linkster is lackadaisical. But links shall ye have.
It’s a slow news day, so you get what you get. Lucky to have ’em too, you is.
WV Jeep Babes. Cryptidfest. Government regulation. Anal fingering. An awful AWFL. Biden wants higher taxes. Glibertarians is going extra hard on our readers because it’s sweeps week and we need to show our sponsors they are getting their money’s worth.
Your linkster takes a day off from hot bear sex and mountain biking to bring you… the links.
Links, folks, get yer links. Fresh, steaming hot links here. The linkiest links. No shrinkflation! You get a full course, with extras!
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.