Author: Old Man With Candy

Spending a week with a Euro-buddy has broken my ability to think in proper units. But metric links are still links.

After several days of failure, I have taken over the Glibertarians’ quality management system and have conformed it to ISO9001:2015 standards.

Way too much drama, way too little thought. That sums up the news.

After SP and I spend an evening in drunken revelry, this is the sort of second-rate linking you get.

Well, let me just say this. There’s a shortage of natural resources. There’s a shortage of breathable air, there’s even a shortage of adequate claret. But there is no shortage of historians.

Wherein I shamefacedly confess to a major transgression. And links.

SP is back home, the hookers have left, the coke has been snorted, and my life returns to normal. And so do the links.

Sloopy ignored good advice and looked in the vacants. So now you get me for emergency links. Yay.

I am not accustomed to watching football alone. So I’ll relieve my emotional distress by putting up links and some snarky commentary.