Happy Monday, all. My wife and I are vacationing sans kids for basically the first time in almost three years. So far, we’ve done a lot of sitting around in companionable silence, drinking adult beverages. Mrs. L found a puzzle, so I may be a puzzle widower for the rest of vacation. We drove down to the Gulf Coast through the parts of Florida worst hit last year. Seeing hundreds of acres of pine trees all knocked over the same way out there by Tyndall was crazy. Mexico Beach looks… empty. Saw perhaps a dozen or more people with campers parked in the cleared areas that used to be beach houses. Anyhow, we are enjoying the quiet, and not being awoken at night or early in the morning by our spawn, who are being half-spoiled from both ends by my wife’s aunt and uncle.
The Burnt Orange Heresy ought to be a movie about a University of Texas student trying to take up rooting for the Sooners to appease his dying father.
I have found out that the old philosophy “work hard, play hard” is best done when not 53 years old. I tired that the past couple of weeks…and while I did get a fair amount of work out of the way…the rest just made me tired. How about “work reasonably hard, play…moderately?”. Hmmm. I don’ think that will catch on. But you did not come here to hear me kvetch. You came here for the Links! Well, really you are here for the comments space. But throw me a bone here.
This is all I ever need to know about the IAEA. Be sure to read the last two sentences.
You guys used to have ships…not anymore. Maybe the USN could start offering paid protection? “Your once proud nation cannot protect your ships against piracy or regional bad boys? Call on the USN – rate quotes available today!”
Statist @$$hole decries government monopoly’s failure?
How about horsewhipping their C-Suite naked, through the streets of Tinker AFB?
It’s been an interesting couple of days in the OMWC-SP axis. Too interesting, but the kind sentiments and forwarded contacts for me from the Glibertariat really helped keep us sane and gave us hope. So all of my usual joking aside, thank you, all of you.
“The Challenge” at Manele Bay on Lanai. Except for this hole, where I put a five wood across the ocean within 10′ of the pin, this course ate my lunch.
“The Plantation” at Kapalua. Constant wind, everything drains towards the ocean. My breakfast, lunch, and dinner relished by this golf course. I think I shot 120.
I played a tournament at the Olympic Club when I was on the high school golf team. I was an 8 handicap. Yep, it dined on my midday meal as well as the others.
I’ve learned a lesson- never unpack and get the house set up. That’s a portent of bad luck. In my case, the bad luck is getting canned only six months after taking the new gig (long story, but basically the company owner has decided that he doesn’t want to do any new product development or continuous improvement of his current products). So I’m googling bread lines and soup kitchens, and am considering using Wonder Dog to shake down old ladies for whatever money they have in their change purses. SP will now qualify for the free lunch program at our local elementary school. And if any of you know someone in need of a hands-on technical/engineering manager with a sales orientation who can put together an English sentence and not step on his own dick in front of customers…
“THIS IS THE SECOND TIME BRUTALCART HAS BEEN LATE! I AM SWITCHING TO VORTEXDASH!”
ZARDOZ SPEAKS TO YOU, HIS CHOSEN ONES. FRIEND STEVE SMITH HAS ASKED ZARDOZ TO FILL IN FOR HIM. FRANKLY, THIS IS GOOD. ZARDOZ’S VENTURE, “BRUTALCART” HAS BEEN HAVING A DIFFICULT TIME SERVING THE VORTEX. WHO COULD HAVE COGITATED THAT GREEN BREAD DELIVERY WAS SO CHRONOLOGICALLY CHALLENGING?
THEREFOR, ZARDOZ IS PLEASED TO GIVE HIS CHOSEN ONES THE GIFT OF THE LINK. GO FORTH AND COMMENT!
IF ZARDOZ HAD TO GUESS THE NUMBER ONE GROUP WITH PTSD IN ALL THE EARTH, IT WOULD BE THIS GROUP OF BRUTALS.
ZARDOZ IS PLEASED WITH THE NHS…A GREAT FORCE FOR MISERY AMONGST THE BRUTALS!
ZARDOZ ADMIRES THIS BRUTAL’S DEDICATION TO HIS CRAFT.
[NOTE: OUR SENIOR CASCADIA CORRESPONDENT IS SITTING IN FOR BRETT L. BRETT HAD TO “SEE A MAN ABOUT A GATOR”]
STEVE SMITH GET BETTER AFTER FIGHT WITH COUSIN YETI. HIM GRATEFUL COUSIN SEA SMITH HELP OUT. MAYBE COUSIN YETI LEARN WISDOM WHILE GET DRAGGED ACROSS OCEAN? PROBABLY NO. HIM VERY MAD AT SMITH FAMILY. MAYBE STEVE SMITH GET BODYGUARD?
STEVE SMITH TAKE TWO WEEK RTO. HIM THINK HIM GO EUROPE. MAYBE RAPE DRUNK BRITISH TOURISTS MAJORCA? HIM MOSTLY RELAX. HIM STAY LOCAL R&B.
SO STEVE SMITH GIVE LINKS. NOW. TO FUNNY GLIBERTARIANS. HIM CALL FRIEND ZARDOZ – HIM TAKE OVER FOR NEXT TIME.
WHEN CASCADIA INDEPENDENT…STEVE SMITH WANT THIS BE EXILE OFFENSE. BY EXILE OFFENSE, MEAN RAPE AND THROW OUT FROM CASCADIA!
STEVE SMITH CONFUSE. ALL CEMETERY ECO-FRIENDLY. HOOMANS NO MORE DECOMPOSE?!
STEVE SMITH WILL SEND NEW BODYGUARD BEAR HELP PROTECT HOUSE. READ WHOLE THING.
SPECIAL BONUS ADVICE! SILLY HOMANS AT SLATE NOT SMART LIKE STEVE SMITH.
Q: I hate the sounds my boyfriend makes during sex. Sorry to be blunt, but that really is the problem. (Both in our late 20s/early 30s, been dating for four months or so.) He just kind of whimpers as things start to get hot, particularly if I kiss him on the neck or elsewhere on his body, and he legitimately sounds like a small animal in pain. The strange thing is, he seems to realize these noises are unusual and off-putting—he constantly apologizes for making them, even midsex, but says he can’t help it; that’s just how he sounds when he feels good. I’m really turned on by him otherwise, but I can’t go on forever hearing the cries of injured wildlife when we’re getting it on. Is it possible to manually adjust the sounds one makes during sex? Should I ask him to?
—Injured
A: STEVE SMITH NO SEE PROBLEM? HIM HEAR THAT KIND SOUND ALL TIME! SOMETIMES IT MORE LIKE “OH GOD, IT’S BIGFOOT!!!” OR “AAAAH! RUN!” BUT IT ALL SAME. STEVE SMITH THINK YOU NEED PUT ON NOISE CANCEL EAR COVER THINGS…HEADPHONE! OR, YOU INVITE STEVE SMITH OVER. DUMP BOYFRIEND AND HEAR STEVE SMITH MAKE DIFFERENT SOUND! YOU MAKE DIFFERENT SOUND TOO.
Happy Friday to you all! Light candles! Drink wine! Yes, Shabbos doesn’t start until sundown, but it’s sundown somewhere or other. And we start our drinking early these days, what with Mom around, asking, “Where is this place? Why am I here? What is reality?” If we can get her to chug a glass, she’ll doze off, then wake up later asking, “Where is this place? Why am I here? What is reality? Who is that nice little girl and why does she seem skittish around you?”
Old Guy Music commemorates the moon landing. As far as I’m aware, despite the most momentous achievement in human history happening at the peak of rock creativity, this is the only song ever written about it.And it’s a cool song, done before Anderson blew out his voice, so the vocals are excellent.
Hey guys, happy end of work week to me. I’m off for a week’s vacation, at least some of it without kids, to the Redneck Riviera. Sand, sun, and necrotizing fascitis here we come!
Florida Man breaks golf. Dude shot a 202. At some point, it appears, he stopped even trying and started actively running up his score. Gotta love it.
