Neanderpundit

Don’t bring it out.

Wednesday morning, in the hotel with non opening windows, I wake to the smell of smoke.

So I put on my pants and a shirt and go downstairs.

The desk clerk who handles the audit is a willowy brunette, a nice backsidse which she shows off with tight black pants and then covers with the tail of a white mens shirt. The boy who deals with the breakfast is maybe nineteen, and is in fact a bit smaller than her.

He put biscuits in the oven, apparently, and then went to visit with her. Frankly, I don’t blame him. However, he let the biscuits cook, maybe an hour.

Now, biscuits and gravy is a staple all across the land. with a bit of butter, flour, salt, milk, baking soda, you can toss together biscuits in so little time it’s not funny. This kid has taken a shortcut and is using canned mix. All he’s got to do is cook them and watch it.

I saw the biscuits in question: Charcoal briquettes. THe kid and the desk clerk looked very sheepish as they tried to waft the cloud of smoke out the front door.

I walked over to the only window in the hotel that opens, the dining room window, and the smoke flew out as soon as I did.

They looked at me as if I’d just saved their jobs- and I might well have. I imagine they were a minute or two away from setting off the fire extinguishers.

Sheesh, folks. I’m all for a little work nookie, if you can get it, but don’t set the place on fire.

I’m always amused by popular culture and what it says men should do and how they should act. When the world was full of people trying to be Alan Alda, I just thought, what the hell are these assholes thinking?

The measure of a man is something all of us (who are men) understand.

The measure of a man is not how hard you work out or how big your muscles become.
The measure of a man is not the firearms you own, nor even how well you can shoot them.
The measure of a man is not what kind of car you drive, nor how well you drive it.
The mesaure of a man is not your job, nor your education, nor your blog, or your cable subscription.

The measure of a man is who you are, inside. WHat you do to improve your world, the life of those around you. Having found, as Joseph Addison said, “Something to do, something to love, and something to hope for”

This week, 34. Where’s my global warming, Mr Gore?