Neanderpundit

In my car is a little piece of paper with the name of a young couple printed on it, a remembrance of their special day. No, I didn’t attend their wedding, but I got a memorial just the same. So I’m reminded to post about it here.

As I was hunting last fall I stumbled across a largish pile of crap far away from civilization- or at least as far away as you can get in an Indiana forest preserve. I approached and discovered it was a cluster of brightly colored balloons that had once been filled with helium. Attached to the balloon, yards and yards of polyester ribbon, and attached to the ribbon, plastic badge holders with the pieces of paper on it.

Great! Now we don’t even have to VISIT the great outdoors to leave the detritus of our daily lives amidst the wild, we can use MODERN TECHNOLOGY and send our shit places we cannot go ourselves.

Fucktards.

A fine blogger today shuffled off this mortal coil.

I wasn’t a regular reader but always liked what I read. You will be missed, Cathy.

damn.

people have been ducking into and out of buildings, grabing their umbrellas, pulling their collars up around their ears, covering their heads.

Pussies.

It’s 68. It’s a warm(ish) rain, and it’s slow. Not a fucking thing on earth is as good to feel on your shoulders and your receding hairline as an early summer rain, dammit.

Sweet.