Neanderpundit

Been a bit busy to do much (bl)Og(ging) as I’ve been waaay out of town; I have had some serious issues with remote access as well.

Still, for those loyal readers, a rant that has been a solid week coming:

1: For all of those who said “I loved the pope but..” or “Whatever you may have thought of him he was….” as a prelude to talk about what a “horrible job he did” of “whatever”, go fuck yourself with the fat end of a toilet plunger. You couldn’t carry GPII’s baggage. Period. Think you could do a better job? you could not. Absolutely, you could not.

2: For those people who did a “running commentary” on the FUNERAL MASS: Shut The Fuck Up.

3: For those who endlessly complain in restaurants about the quality of service when the waitstaff and cook are clearly very busy and doing the best job they can, I encourage the waitstaff to marinate your steak with their sweaty pit juice. Make you feel like a big man to intimidate a 19 year old girl and bring her to tears? Your mama must be proud, fuckhead.

I was polite to the girl and cut her some slack because she was waiting on twice the normal number of tables. My iced tea glass was never empty, and I left her a better than average tip. I hope you go through life munching food covered with epithelial cells from the nether regions of cooks across the world.

4: Ladies? If you got a bit extra of what God gave to everyone, learn how to dress to show it off. Baggy pants fool nobody. I’d much rather see a plump behind framed in a nice tight pair of jeans than almost anything on earth. Nuff said?

Ok, enough for now. More later. Must break rocks.

You WILL go here and watch the LOTR clips.

Hat tip Tanya.

Arkansas was pretty and the weather was awesome, but the coolest thing was visiting Smitty’s Trading Post, the Ancestral home of the tschotschke.

There’s concrete deer, handpainted lifesize fiberglass bison, and cast iron cowboy boot umbrella stands. There are gen-yoo-wyne (made in India) bowie knives, and authentic (chinese) japanese swords.

They have what looks like a doberman, but it’s about four inches tall. No, it’s not a tschotschke, it’s a real dog, and it’s frightened of most things my size, understandably, but I was amazed at the ability to put a dog into a package that wouldn’t make a good meal for an average housecat. I wanted to pick it up and have my picture taken with it, but that cost $5. It also cost $5 to have your picture taken with the wax Elvis in the backroom, and an additional $5 if you wanted to be sitting on the motorcycle instead of standing next to it.

More pics next week, as week two of the project progresses.