Neanderpundit

Supposed to get all the way up to 40 this weekend. Break out the swimsuits!

Speaking of swimsuit, I often wanted to see Linda Rondstadt in one.

The tight, high waisted jeans, boots, hair, lusty voice- what more could you ask for? I wanted to hit that like the fist of an Angry God. I must have spent a hundred hours holding the album “Who’s here” up with one hand. Of course, she’s politically ignorant as any of the rockandroll intelligentsia, and supports Michael Moore, whom she also currently resembles- but boy, could that woman make Mr Happy come to attention, in her day.

When you’ve been in a hotel for a long term, your comfort level increases; I often don’t lock my door on my way to the front desk for breakfast. I load up my tray and head back in my decaffeinated morning stupor, and push into the room with the open door..

…And find that it’s not mine, I turned left one alcove too soon.

The residents of THAT room were only a bit more surprised than I. I’m surprised I didn’t drop my tray. They were a couple in their late 50’s.

Once the initial shock wore off, they invited me to stay. This turned up the creep a bit higher than I’d like before breakfast. At least they were in bed and I didn’t get to see them in underwear or anything.

Had an old troll- an engineer from BC- who was a commenter here, once upon a time, before he decided that he was godlike, and I should worship him. I know his type, and I have spent my life cleaning up messes created by the likes of the selfstyled Sir Fredrick James. His comments are so fresh and unhampered by reason or understanding.

Once upon a time, Rusty P Bucket was a regular commenter here, before he became unhinged and stopped taking his meds. Likewise, Redbone will entertain any discussion as long as everyone listens to his arguments and as long as he can ignore yours, so he’s out. Tom had some promise, he was actually a true believer in the Big O, and at one point he did an Arin Whois to find out who I was so he could leave a comment pointing out that he’d figured out where I lived. As if that would impress or concern me; my daughter could clean his clock and then feed his nuts to the dog. Maybe after removing them, maybe not.

I’ve had some interesting morons wander in here, and I’ve scraped them off the soles of my feet like the dogcrap they are, only Jimmy boy keeps coming back every now and then to vent his bile in comments. He’s a perfect and poignant example: At no point could I ever do anything to him as bad as allowing him to be his own pathetic, sad, lonely self. My God, how it must feel to be old, friendless, and stupid.

I do appreciate the few civil and decent people who stop by here to read and share a story or a laugh. THe morons can go to hell, except, for the most part, they’re already there.