Neanderpundit

Partner and I drove down in the wee hours to go to the Indy 1500.Wandered around- jees, the show last January, people were packed together like drupelets. This time, the traffic was not nearly so bad, nor the crowd nearly so nasty, and we got there much earlier due to not hosing up the time zone. We met Partner’s brother, who drove up from Evansville, at the show, and after, partner and I went to the Broad Ripple Brewpub to hang with some locals. Partner, who is always the “silent bob” of the group, was impressed by how friendly everyone was. I wasn’t, i know them all.

Did I mention I have a Double Rifle? Hell, even Tam was impressed. Oh, and I offloaded some old radio equipment on an unsuspecting Ham. At least now I know it has a loving home. More as I wake up.

more than cleaning gutters.

Can’t remember what they are, just now. But I’m sure about it, something sucks more.

for surreptitiously urinating on the door handles of Priuses (prii?). Today, after having insured that I could not be observed, I baptised one such prius in a parking lot near where I was working, and schadenfreude, usually my arch enemy, caused the Prius in question to be the property of one hated safety moron at my customer’s location.

Sometimes you’re the windshield, sometimes you’re the bug.