Neanderpundit

Joanna: The cookies are most excellent. Oh, and I want some Vogon Shepherd’s Pie.

Nathan: Damn, it was good to see you again.

Tam/Roberta: I was actually stalking you at the show. Frankly, better to follow you around than the Two Horsemen of the Pocketlips. Partner’s just got no ass anymore, to speak of. Well, other than me.

Brigid: Don’t make a fuss when I hug you. Everyone will want one. You’ve survived my snoring, and that’s as intimate as it gets, and you deserved it.

Shermlock and Mrs: Good to see you again, too! I have finally remembered to link your blog.

Mr and Mrs and Mrs B: Links also. Strike Hold post in the works.

Jerry: Good to see you. You have my email; correspond. That way we won’t have to catch up each time I come down. And put some grass on that hog.

Jack: Dude, you are a sick puppy. We need to party again.

Anyone I missed or didn’t meet or didn’t acknowledge, I’ll try harder next time, I promise.

OH: and Tam seemed to think my first homemade holster didn’t suck out loud. I have now arrived.

I had to have my BP checked today. It’s way higher than normal, but considering, I’m not surprised. So here’s exactly how I feel.

The time for talking is over.

Shut up. Act.

There will be those who say “We have to be civilized. We have to not sink to “their” level. We have to be the adults”

Those people are more the enemy than the idiots who voted this in. Stop talking about this, stop blogging about it, and get your ass busy.