Neanderpundit

Pratchett.

Og — Thu, 17 May 2012 01:28:53 +0000

Reading “Going postal”.

As I do, it made me wonder: How the hell does he know? And then I read he worked for CEGB. And all the pieces fell into place. He lived it.

All the shit that people do to businesses, he knew, because he saw it in postwar England. I can’t imagine how anyone could get it so right and not have lived it, and now I know he knew.

A lot of years ago

Og — Tue, 15 May 2012 14:04:54 +0000

I had a little Escort EXP two-seater that I wound a little tighter than it had been from Ford; I holesawed out a lot of metal and when i was done I could lift either end of the (Engineless) car by myself. the engine was… not stock, and I had played with the jets a bit, and replaced the stock muffler with a supertrapp, replaced the 4 speed with a 5 speed and changed the final drive a bit. I also did a bunch of little tweaks to the suspension- stiffener bars across the tops of the struts, moved the camber angle a bit, put on some wide grippy tires.

it wasn’t fast, but it was fun. You just about had to use the emergency brake to get the tail to kick out, but you could do it, and when you did, man, it was a hoot. One of my favorite pastimes (Gas was still under a buck a gallon, and a twenty would fill the tank and buy me a couple packs of smokes to boot) was to take it out on the expressway, find a fairly un-busy cloverleaf, and just do the cloverleaf faster and faster until I started to mow the lawn or take out marker signs.

Once or twice the local gendermerie would accost me and attempt to ticket me. Usually I was able to talk my way out of the ticket by acting stupid, at which I excel, some claiming it is hardly an act. “What am I being charged with, officer?”

‘Speeding”
“but there are no speed limit signs on the ramps (I knew that, because I’d plowed them under myself, the previous week) and this car just can’t go that fast! (he’d look at the car, a beat looking Escort with tape holding the rearview mirror in place)
And tell me to stop driving like an idiot and go away.

I bet I did a thousand miles just in cloverleafs that summer. Memreeeez.

Sinus suckage

Og — Tue, 15 May 2012 02:23:30 +0000

I was pretty good right after the shower this morning, but as the day has dragged on it has really gotten nasty. I even boiled some water and tried the neti pot thing again, and while my snot locker seems cleaner, I’m still getting little twinges of eyeball exploding pain. Gonna take some antihistamine and hit the hay.

In Ann Barnhardt’s column

Og — Mon, 14 May 2012 22:23:22 +0000

of may 11 entitled “He who fears God cannot be coerced by the state. 1″
she speaks with some regard to the coming schism of the Catholic Church, and the movement underground of the original Catholics while the “new” “American Catholics” will conform to the will of the Church of Washington DC.

May God have mercy on my soul; I pray to God she’s wrong.

I now feel as if I own

Og — Mon, 14 May 2012 14:54:54 +0000

One four way screwdriver to correspond with each tapemeasure I own.

My toolbox has the magical property of being full of whichever one I don’t need at the time. This propensity has migrated to my desk and computer bag. I have a tapemeasure on my desk this very moment. Guess what I need?

I don’t know WTF it is

Og — Mon, 14 May 2012 14:03:38 +0000

that I’m allergic to, but mowing the backyard nearly killed me.

No, not last night, but this morning, when i felt like my eyeball was going to pop out of my head. A steamy shower heleped loosen up whatever it was that was causing me distress, but damn, this is horrible.

Happy Mother’s day

Og — Sun, 13 May 2012 16:26:26 +0000

Fleas.
Adam Had’em.

Moms.
Adam lacked ‘em.

Everyone else, get out there and buy a card, at least, futrhuchrissakes.

And again

Og — Sun, 13 May 2012 03:06:01 +0000

Elisson was more than equal to the challenge, and returned a piece of his- probably- finest work.
Let’s see if I can compete.

With sweat, privation, pain, and toil
I planted freedom in this soil
For comfort’s sake men did reject me
But faith and strength can ressurect me.

an epitaph for western civilization.

Your turn, Eli’s Son. Well played, indeed, well played.

Highway cleanup

Og — Sat, 12 May 2012 10:00:49 +0000

Rubber gloves? Check. Orange vest? check.

Beck? Check. THis will be me this morning, cleaning the highway for my club.

Remember, do it the chicago way come November.

Og — Fri, 11 May 2012 17:50:58 +0000

I vote two times in the morning
I vote two times at night
I vote two times in the afternoon
it makes me feel alright
I vote two times in time of peace
And two in time of war
I vote two times before I vote two times
And then I vote two more.

Oh, wait, most of you are conservative/libertarians. Nevermind.