Neanderpundit

is on TCM. One of Rock Hudson’s finest movies, maybe his finest. Certainly a showpiece for Hudson, Taylor and Dean.

Hard to watch the whole damned thing, sometimes. Great acting, great casting, a great story. Pardon me while I stare at Film the way it used to be.

Update: it may be that I’ve been hit in the head too many times, but the talents of these people can still bring tears to my eyes. It’s amazing to me how talented they are, and how the emotions come off the screen like a banquet for you to enjoy, if you are paying attention.

Tam’s talking about Cheating, and all of the talk and all the bullshit surrounding jesse and Tiger and whatever.

All i can say to this is ‘Free at last, free at last, I thank God I’m Free at LAST!!!

Look, my dick still works just fine, thankyouverymuch. No trips to the Viagra Triangle for me (Though for a while the BP meds didn’t make me happy, at least until I got them sorted out).

I was married to the ice Princess for seven years. I walked away from that relationship with a toolbox, a $75 car, the clothes on my back, my dog, and a Nikon F3, for which I had to borrow lenses if I needed them. Oh, and a woodie like a telephone pole.

For the next several years I devoted my behavior to constant horndogging, and let me tell you, I did my best.

I’m not gonna give any details lest people who are low on brain bleach read this, but suffice to say, I did what i could to wear it out.

And I got it out of my system.

All men of a certain age, as it were, should get it out of their systems, OUTSIDE OF COMMITTED RELATIONSHIPS. If you are about to enter into a committed relationship and you have not GOTTEN IT OUT OF YOUR SYSTEM you need to think hard about what the hell you are doing. And if your soon-to-be significant other hasn’t had that little come to jesus moment, then you need to let him/her make that decision too.

Certainly, the desire doesn’t diminish, if you’re healthy. And certainly, the opportunities present themselves. (if I had a dollar for everything that fell- almost literally- in my lap, well, I’d have several dollars)

The good news is that I don’t even have to pretend anymore. The ogwife is all I will ever need, and ever be desirous of. I flirt, of course, but it ends there. I also look, of course, but the women I look at? They ain’t a studyin’ me. At all.

So: My opportinities are in my past. I had them, I used them when it was appropriate, and I relish the memories. And the opportunities I might have now? Well, for anyone who hasn’t met me, I’m a fat old man with bad hair and a bad attitude, no ass, and a 12 year old ride with 366,000 miles on it. The girls will not be beating down my door. Ever.

Free at last, free at last, I thank God I’m free at last!

When I got my first deer, years back, I had sat in a tree stand so long my hands were ice cold, I feared they’d get frostbite and I’d lose fingers.

At the time, the knife I had was a Schrade Sharpfinger. It did a very good job of opening up the deer, and I immediately sat on the ground in the snow and jammed my hands into the deer up to the elbows. It took a good long time for the feeling to return to my fingers, but they did, and eventually I got the deer dressed and home.

The Sharpfinger is a great blade, because it’s shape was such that with even frozen fingers I was able to get the deer unzipped and into it without cutting the gut.

Had I not purchased the White Hunter a couple of years back, I’d still be using the Sharpfinger. As it was I gave it to a friend who uses it still. it’s a knife I highly reccomend for it’s shape and size and quality. Better still if you can find one of the early carbon steel ones.