Neanderpundit

John Donovan is going dark, though castle Argghhh seems as if it will continue.

I met mr D years back, and he is a Hale Fellow Well Met, in every sense of the word.

The things that intrude upon our lives to make them difficult are often overwhelming. Please join me in offering prayers and thoughts of support that his most excellent writing returns to us soon, and that he come back and regale us with stories of stabbing himself with bayonette and wonderful whatsis.

and early 80’s the Sealy Mattress company had a promotion whereby they included a set of his and hers sarongs in silk with the famous Robert Indiana ‘LOVE” poster printed on them. I guess the idea was the sarong would be the next thing in sleepwear, and the design was timely.

Unfortunately the in-house promotions department was lacking with new ideas, and the president of Sealy brought in an outside firm to look at updating their image, as it would soon be the 90’s and the whole “Love” thing was sort of wearing thin.

The new firm, I think it was DDB Needham, presented a wonderful and encompassing campaign, but the old in house group chafed. “The Sarongs have become a part of our culture. We can’t stop that now!”

The rep from DDB Needham looked at the assembled group and said “Really?” After eleven years, you’d think that people would have had enough of Sealy Love Sarongs.

For Ms X, whose love of puns will get her into trouble one fine day, shoobedoobiedoobiedoobiedoowa. And whose giant fiberglas statue should be her on a scooter, hair flying in the breeeze, not standing over a subway grating.

awakening myself by stubbing my toe against the wall adjacent to the bathtub. Then I cranked my shin into the coffee table. As I sat, naked, bruised, and bleeding, on the rocking chair in front of the picture window, watching the rabbits munch on my peas, I wondered to myself, do you think it’s possible to breed vermin that will just eat weeds? Groundhogs and bunnies that will nibble down the crabgrass and elephant rhubarb, and leave your produce alone?

Pain does interesting things to the mind.

I also have a vague recollection of waking up in the wee hours with spine-bending gut pain, though I don’t know if that was real or an hallucination.

Getting old is not for pussies, it ain’t. Only tough old geezers can stand it.