Neanderpundit

From my dear friend Jenny:
“If I started bitchslapping all the people who deserved it, my arm would start windmilling around like Pete Townshend’s”

I spent a couple minutes arguing with a real barker last night, who decided that her 70 year old friend shouldn’t be allowed to ride a motorcycle because “Everyone knows after 70 your reactions are shot”

I can feel those shoulder muscles aching to swing.

Coming soon. I’m sorry to be so long getting this done, but I promise I’ll have done so before the weekend- I have been swamped at work and at home. I thank all the folks who participated, and I hope to have more entrants next time.

Meanwhile, thanks for your patience.

I don’t blog much about the oglet. I figure she deserves the privacy. ( I have visions of natalie Lileks at 35 “YES! I WAS GNAT! YES, I DID SAY THAT WHEN I WAS 4!” then opening up with an ak-47)

Sometimes though, she does some damnably blogworthy things; Last year or so she’s been checking out the Nick at Night fare, and it’s all comfort tv to me, as well as to her. “andy griffith”(she can hum the theme, not a good whistler yet) “Leave it to Beaver” &etc.

Today I was listening to Teri O’Brien on WLS coming home from the range, and at the end of her show, Teri, always the lady, names all the people that help make her show tick. I have listened so long I no longer pay attention, but the daughter was, she listened at Teri credited “yadda yadda produces the show, So-and-so does the traffic, whoosis screens my calls, ” and the oglet pipes in with “And Jerry Mathers, as the Beaver”

I had to pull off the road.

Now, “leave it to beaver” was funny enough under normal circumstances. Lately I have learned (by watching with the daughter) that the show is rife with possibly unintended inuendo. At least once, Barbara Billingsly says “Ward, don’t you think you were a little hard on the beaver last night?”

Anyway, when the daughter brought that one at me out of left field, I could only think: Yeah. She’s going to be a wiseass Just Like her Old Man. Sweet.