Tag Archives: Sentential Links

One hundred fourteen! Woot! Or something like that. Anyhow, on with the links…. :: Never open a book with weather. :: When you have lost hope, when your world feels broken, it is so important to remember what a tremendous … Continue reading →

And here we go with some sentential goodness after a week off! To the links, Batman! :: And although I’ve been laying the seeds for a while, it feels like Saturday night, a hockey fan was born. (Great story. For … Continue reading →

One hundred twelve. That’s the number of times so far this NFL season that, collectively, the Buffalo Bills medical staff has uttered the words, “Oh, shit.” Anyway, onto the links: :: I swear, I’ve eaten half my family’s dinner like … Continue reading →

AND away we go!!! :: J.P. Losman is not a good quarterback. Or, to please the Branch Losmanians, he is not playing in a manner in which a good quarterback plays, which leaves room for the myriad of excuses and … Continue reading →

After a couple of weeks without Sentential Links, the world looks darker…more evil…oh wait, that’s just the NFL team from New England taking the field again. Oops! Anyway, here are some new links for your clicking pleasure! (More political ones … Continue reading →

OK, after a one-week respite from Sentential Links, we have the triumphant return of…Sentential Links. :: Found out my unborn daughter has Down Syndrome and a surgically correctable congenital heart defect. (Scotty and I exchanged e-mail about this a while … Continue reading →

Just a quick FYI: I’m taking a one-week break from this regular feature. Sentential Links will return next week.

One hundred nine! Woo-hoo! Do you know what that means? Me either, but a little Googling reveals that “109 is the smallest number that is palindromic in bases 5 and 9.” OK then. :: I’m telling you, if success is … Continue reading →

Here we go with this week’s selections…. :: And if the argument is that he was violating non-baseball laws, I’ll listen to this as soon as the arguer advocates kicking Mickey Mantle and every other player who took amphetamines out … Continue reading →

One hundred eight and counting: :: I swear, that ramp-up to the final battle felt like Mousecateer roll call (“And now here’s Oliver Wood, who we haven’t seen hide-ner-hair of since Book 3, come to join the fray!”). (Remember how … Continue reading →