Neanderpundit

ocasionally crowbar your halfmoons out of your recliner and travel- at least a little- you never get an idea what is happening beyond… well beyond your recliner.

I have enough gypsy blood in me to long for the open road. I’ve been lucky in the past twenty years to have the kind of work that took me afield, sometimes far afield. I get antsy when I sit still for very long.

Met the Ogwife on the road.

Met my current employer on the road.

Met some of the decentest people in my travels.

I was having a conversation earlier with Jim Dunmeyer, to the extent that long distance drives are not a chore but a pleasure, sometimes less to be endured than enjoyed. I hope to have a chance to meet Jim in person before the end of 07.

There are lots of people I’ve met online and then in person, and to an individual, I’m pleased to know them all.

Start your car. Go somewhere.

Is back.

Well, not really. I mean, you can still catch Opus on sundays in some papers, and online. But you can also see the original series here:.

Now, Berkely Breathed is a closet liberal/libertarian. He has no clue about politics, he’s a damned cartoonist. But his strip was funny, and I always enjoyed it. Maybe not as much as Larson, but hey.

And they’re running the series from the beginning, more or less. You can watch Opus evolve, and watch the characters find their voice.

It’s a nostalgic ride. Take it.

When I had my surgery, I was concerned about three things:

1: Would I be able to eat steak?I’d heard stories about people not being able to eat steak. I made up my mind that I would be able to eat steak if i had to chew it and spit it out. Good news: I can eat all the steak I can find.

2: Would I be able to have a really good crap? I mean, I’m eating a LOT less food, so would I be able to take really epic-quality shits? I don’t have them every day, but yes, I can still fill a bowl with the best of them

3: Can I belch? Belching and farting are every man’s hobby. Sure, we try to act civilized when the women are around, but when we’re alone, we belch and fart, and bitch at each other about how horrid it is. We’re men, get over it.

Good news, not only can I belch, but the new shape of my stomach makes it possible for me to belch the most drawn out, long, loud, two-tone belches, as the belch comes from the lower stomach chamber into the upper, and then out.

I’m so proud to be here.