Neanderpundit

Actually, it’s called SUMMER, and though I dislike the heat, I’m glad to see it come back, after the last two disasters we had.

I’m not gonna be happy to see the electric bill.

Days like today, human anatomy being what it is, the normal scrotum expands to sometimes twice it’s size to allow the testes to hang further away from the body, keeping them cooler. And that’s normal ones, mine seem to billow out to the size of a weather balloon. leaving me with what looks like pink batwings glued with sweat and gold bond to the insides of my thighs.

Now, as you grumble through your day bitching, hold that mental image in your head, and be thankful you’re not me.

Well, not all of it. But more of it than ever before.

I’ve beejn hammering away at so many projects for so long that I haven’t been quite able to keep tabs on the carbarn, so this weekend was D day for the shop. Mostly it was cleaning, with some throwing away tossed in for good measure, but I can work again. And I can see the garage floor!

She drove her first vehicle, (the cushman) this evening, and spent a while last night and tonight learning how much fun you can have with bottle rockets and a propane torch and a pair of pliers and a couple of pipe swinging ni**ers.

We managed to make, using a drill and some scrap lumber, a sort of a bottle rocket Hwacha, and, using the propane torch, demonstrated her ability to light all twelve in a short enough time that it sounds like a seige, and scares the crap out of the starlings.

Memories. off to go shoot some roman candles.