Neanderpundit

I have come to the contusion that the Marmite Squeezy may be the single biggest contribution of modern science.

In other news, some virus or other is asswhipping me like a rented mule, and the various excreta are epic.

Speaking of sick, why is it that nobody eats Mrs Grass soup except when they’re sick? Or is that just me?

Gut rumbling again. Time to visit my buddy the porcelean thundermug.

I don’t pretend to be one, but you can,(pretend to be one, that is) if you memorize everything on this page and all the pages it links to. My favorite? Radioactive zombie badger launchers.

And now for something completely different: Fatboy Slim’s Weapon of Choice.

is concerned for her aging doggie Zeke.

In your day, if you would set aside a moment to say a brief prayer for Zeke, I would be indebted to you.

I will pray that Zeke either be OK, or that God takes Zeke home to him swiftly with minimal discomfort.

In cases like this, it is, after all , the animal whose best interest we must consider; it would be nice to say “keep Zeke around for his family” but that puts the needs of humans before the need of the animal in question, so Lord, do what is best for Zeke.