Neanderpundit

Yesterday, I had the great pleasure of meeting, for the first time, someone I’ve known for a hundred years.

My friend Jenny, raconteur, nudge, sometime commenter on this blog, came to Chicago to visit, among other people, me! I have been corresponding with her for many a year, and found her to be even more gracious and ladylike in person. A very nice surprise. Now, if I could only get her to blog…

Additionally, I got to meet the Great and Powerful Ed Zotti, one of the contributors to the Straight Dope, close personal friend of Cecil Adams, who signed one of his books and gave me one signed by Cecil. Tasty night.

You guys are the best. You help regulate my blood pressure, filter waste products from my bloodstream, yadda yadda yadda. All in all, you do a fine job, and I am most appreciative. Really.

One teensy thing, though: Could you maybe wait until the alarm goes off at 6:00 before you fill the bladder? 5:15 is a bad time. Really. When you make me get out of bed at that time, it just hoses up my whole fucking day, ok? And it isn’t like i haven’t tried. I mean, if I drink a little before I go to bed, it’s 5:15. If I drink a lot before I go to bed, it’s 5:15. if I drink nothing for four hours before bedtime and wring the last drops of urine out of my bladder, it’s 5:15. Always juuuuust enough time to get back to bed, and drift off to sound sleep agai.. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

about the greater part of our nature. RTWT. it should take you nine seconds.