Neanderpundit

And frankly, I probably never will again. In fact, I HATE bumperstickers as a general rule, but for this one I’ll make an exception:

Thanks, Rob.

I put this on the right side so everyone can see that this is not a “play” vehicle, this is a work truck- as is evidenced by it’s many scars, one of which you can see to the right of the sticker. That was an argument with a concrete barrier. Remarkably enough, the barrier lost- and that’s all the damage sustained by the Exploder.

Over at Biloxi’s place, there’s a troll called Jaime, a lontime annoyer of Machete and others…

Biloxi, one of the nicest people I’ve ever met, doesn’t deserve this kind of bullshit unaided (not so close to the inception of his blog, anyway)So here’s what I’d LOVE to see:

I know most of you who have blogs ban trolls out of hand; few have the patience for dealing with the idiots. But i know a few of you are really good at the game we all like to call “whack-a-troll”, so go on over to Biloxi’s place and whack away. Jaime is such an easy target, because his head is utterly empty but for the liberal koolade.
Have some fun! Don’t forget the holy hand grenade of antioch. Have fun storming the castle!

The folks at Fritzfest reminded me of an episode of my life I’d forgotten, lo those many years ago.

I will say anything to anyone, pretty much. To which the Fritz Bloggers will attest. SOmetimes it just comes out on it’s own.

Twenty years ago, one of my closest friends was a guy named Jon, a guy I worked with and his wife, a large woman with a heart of gold. I loved, do love, both of them.

They were living in Munster and I was fighting through my divorce at the time, and I hung around there a lot. One day, as Jon and I were playing in the basement with his “new” toy, an Apple 2, I heard his wife Cookie upstairs say “john watch phillip, I’m leaving” Jon yelleed back “Take him with, I’m busy” by which time she had already left.

later, as Cookie rescued Phillip(4) from the parking lot of the apartment building, I got to witness oneof their usual fights. THey fought constantly, and frankly, it was a riot to watch- because it was almost like watching pro wrestling.

Anyway, cookie is sitting on the couch, eating twinkies from a box, and arguing with john “I asked you to watch OUR SON for FIVE MINUTES” and jon comes back with “I work sometimes twelve hours a day in the filthiest shithole in the world, and maintain an eight unit apartment building. Child care is your job”. Cookie says “well, Jon, I guess I’ll just have to be everywhere” and before I could bite my tongue I felt the words exiting my mouth “Cookie, if you eat two more of those twinkies you WILL BE everywhere”. She beat me black and blue. Laughing all the time. Even later, she said “I cannot believe you came back with that so fast- or that you had the balls to say it”.

Little did she know. Not balls, just no inhibitions. Imagine me hammered. Not pretty.