Neanderpundit

DO taste a bunch better than the rolled instant crap. Even if you get tired of waiting for them to cook and eat them when they’re not completely softened.

A little maple syrup helped also.

I’m helping my doctor move today. Should be fun, a bellyfull of Ano-Weet. His daughter is supposed to bhe there, wrangling cats. I can barely wait.

Update: Oats kicked in around eight, at the doc’s new home. Made his downstairs crapper absolutely unlivable for several weeks. Between the oats and the eggs I had for breakfast and the gyros I had for dinner, he may be moving back OUT soon.

I just saw an article linking Obama to Oprah, and while I know she’s been selling his Kool-Ade for a while, I got a momentary flash of her lying on the ground while Dumbo Boy sailed in on spread ears wings and nailed her down.

Use your imagination. Have a barf bag handy. Yech.

So last week, in Ord, Nebraska, I’m putting in a servo-driven auto door on a machine. It’s a simple deal, really, just time consuming- but it involves a lot of climbing around on the machine to get it done.

I had treated myself to a Starbucks Carmel Frappucino (the only reason to go to Bucks, for me- I hate their coffee) earlier in the day, and the dairy products and caffeine invariably give me gas- sometimes, BAD gas. And I had eggs for breakfast, so the cloud was rising.

SO I’m standing on the front edge of the machine, leaning over, and one of the office women walks out right behind me. Her ear is at ass level, and just at that moment I felt a huge, horrid fart coming on.

And held it in.

I mean, I don’t know this woman from Adam, and everyone there was so nice, I was loathe to shit all over her head.

Damn, this holding farts in stuff is nasty. I don’t know how women do it. It only made it worse, later, when I could fart.