Neanderpundit

this shit doesn’t just happen to me, my sister calls me tonight and says a patient came into the office where she works and filled out an information sheet listing her profession as “beverage cart”. Made me wonder if she started life as a sixpack carrier, and if she aspires to be a vending machine, or a roach coach.

beverage cart.

Sheesh.

Helped a friend put new struts in his van sunday. Had forgotten how painful that was. Lots of creeping around the ground. In much pain. Blogging light till tonight.

Watched ‘devil’s rejects’ saturday night. Incredibly violent and gruesome film. Enough so I won’t be checking out any OTHER rob zombie films. Amazing to me, nobody in the film knows how to find a gas station, because they’re perpetually running out of gas.

I have spent the entire day with “weave me the sunshine” playing in an endless loop in my head. For anyone who has escaped the insertion of this hooky peter paul and mary song into their cranium, it can be heard here.

Now, far be it from me to cast aspersions on the music or the work done by peter paul and mary, as hippies go, they’re among my favorites. That damned song, though, it just has to go away.

My friend Jenny helped me out, big time, too. She said “How about ‘billy, don’t be a hero'”. Thanks. Jen. Whyncha just give me a paper cut and pour some lemon juice on it?