Song in my head: Won’t you slink home, Dick Cheney, won’t you slink home I’ve groaned the whole week long I’ll do the huntin’, honey, I’ll shoot the guests I even wrote this song
Monday Night Open Thread
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The Supreme Court just blew up what was left of the government. That’s
really the only thing that matters today. The Republican justices want a
dictators...
The Sunday Dozen: Road Songs
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Hit the road with Billie Holiday, Frank Sinatra, The Nashville Teens,
Howlin’ Wolf, Frank Zappa, Bruce Springsteen, The Kinks, Pretenders,
Talking Heads, J...
Open Thread
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[image: image of a purple sofa]
Hosted by a purple sofa. Have a seat and chat.
[*Note:* Liss is currently on hiatus for health reasons. There will be an
Op...
apologies for my absence
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skippy, his co-bloggers and his followers are among my favorite people in
the world. real life has been challenging for me these last few years but i
got m...
We need more Garys
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Gary is exactly the kind of person I meant when I wrote about a life of
service. https://bsky.app/profile/ohrobin.bsky.social/post/3mpaoniqykk23
Put your m...
More often than not
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This should be the last post here on my own hand-coded pages, and I'll be
delighted to wave good-bye to Echo comments. So, it's off to Blogger, with
a slig...
Milestones of the plague year
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I would be remiss if I allowed another month to go by without mentioning
one of life's milestones here in Stately Dog Manor, specifically, the
college grad...
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