Neanderpundit

On my way back from Kim & Connie’s, I stopped at about a dozen places. Mostly to pee.

Rest areas were my favorite, because I didn’t have to get off the expressway. I was still doing a lot of liquids just to stay hydrated, so I was peeing a lot. At this point, though, somewhere in MO I needed to have a sitdown.

So I go into the first available stall, and find this:

It’s a little hard to see, but there are at least six layers of paper on the BOWL, and another several layers of paper on the SEAT. as if there needed to be insulation from the ceramic or something.

now, if I have an assgasket handy, I’ll use it. But I don’t get carried away. I DO have a little pocketsize container of lysol wipes, which I will use to wipe down a public crapper if I have to use one. But this is ridiculous.

I’ve been so damned busy in the last two weeks it’s amazing I accomplish anything at all. And the feeling is one of being peened over. What’s that, you say? Well, it’s this:

See where the rivet is flat on top, and flush or below the surface of the material? it’s been peened down so it’s flush, wiht a special type of hammer and set.

So to the un-mechanical, when I say peened down, this is what I mean. Hammered flat. Like Freddie king sang- “I’m tore down, almost level with the ground”. Only I’m not “tore down”, I’m “Hammered down”

Thatisall

When i was at Ogfest, and at the NOR shoot, one thing that all the men (and some of the women!) had in common was a firm handshake. I hates a flabby handshake on a man. Hell, Harvey, who looks like he’d be lim wristed as hell, has a grip that makes the cables stand out in your forearms.

I have a cousin who believes you can’t trust anyone who won’t have a beer with you. That may well be true- but I’m also distrustful of anyone who won’t shake your hand and look you in the eye.