Neanderpundit

Has always been one of my favorites; I can separate his politics from his music, so I can enjoy the music without wanting to tweak him for being a dork.

Heard “Lyin’ Eyes” on my way home from a gig tonight, and it dawns on me, that Don is now no longer the boy “with fiery eyes and dreams no one could steal” and has now become the “man with hands as cold as ice”

Hell to get old. I reccomend against it.

Long before I became immersed in IMTS I visited my MD. She wrote for some bloodwork, me being overdue, and I went in to get the blod drawn. As i left, they hand me this big bag. “Oh, cool! Consolation prize!” I think, but no, inside were three handy dandy buckets and some odd looking frame things.

The purpose of this, the receptionist informs me, are to collect stool specimens.

When they put the “biohazard” emblem on the oputside of the bag, they could never have imagined the horror.

Unfortunately, I do not have to fill the buckets and return them, as that would bring me unadulterated glee; no, I must merely daub samples from different turds, and spread them on the enclosed card. Twice per day, for three days.

Now, I have two meals that I know are perfect for this task, the first being pickled hardboiled eggs with warm Leinenkugel’s bock beer, and the second being Gyros & Guinness, with a side of onion rings. These combinations, even in microscopic quantities, are adequate to cause retching among even the most stouthearted. Any suggestions for the third? Remember, we’re talking aroma here, not consistency.

Maybe everyone knew this but Oriana has passed.

If you don’t know her you missed something. If you do, you will be saddened. Like her or not, she was always straight up- and for a woman who weighed 80 lbs, most of which was balls, she turned some heads, figuratively and literally.

A voice of reason and a clear understanding of the threat of islam, silenced forever. Rest well, Miss Fallaci.