Neanderpundit

I know it troubles you, but wait, there’s more, as Billy Banks was wont to say, before he went to the big redemption center in the sky.

jane claims the bad rap she has about Vietnam was created by ‘Right wingers” and is a myth.

Apparently this broadcast speech is mythical too.

Sorry, jane. I know BS when I smell it, and this is it.

where I can find a decent borelight?

I have had the Hoppes one, which is the purest shite. I have a small Remington LED light which is semi-OK, though sometimes too bright. I saw an LED light at Cabelas the other day, and it had 9 LED’s. I cannot IMAGINE how much fun it would be to have NINE LED’S MELTING MY RETINAS. Partner routinely carries an LED/Laserpoointer combo with which we have both temporarily blinded ourselves.

Ideally, I suppose what I’d like to put my hands on would be a bulb type with a rheostat that could be adjusted, and possibly even with colored filters. I know that I find it easier to look at stainless or chromed barrels with a little bluish light, while orange seems to be optimal for blued barrels. I have used the lightpipe that comes in the OTIS kits and it’s not bad, but it’s still not the best.

Probably a pipe dream, but if anyone has seen what I describe I would be indebted.

One of my co-workers has some chickens. He gets me eggs, sometimes.

This morning I arose at three in the ayem to a pair of screaming charlie horses in my calves. While I was walking them off I spied the egg carton; real eggs ought not (according to me) be refrigerated. So the electrons in my head move around until they convinced me that an omelette was a good idea.

Unlike Alton Brown I like stuff in an omelette. With the holiday over, there are a bunch of leftovers in the fridge, a bit of this and a bit of that, and I decided that’s the omelette I’m gonna have.

So i chopped up a piece of Andoille about the size of an acorn. A little corned beef and some ham. An onion and a couple shrimp. Diced fine and added to the top of the still slightly runny eggs Some shredded mozza, a little extra sharp cheddar, some smoky brie, and the slightly crusty end of a piece of Shitake.

No, there aren’t pictures! It’s an omelette! Who the hell do you think I am, Oleg Volk? Brigid? I ate it.

I’d put down a slice of toast with marmite on top of it but that would be gilding the lily.

And today, people will see me, and fear me, and run screaming at the sound of my farts.