Neanderpundit

Yanking the front pinion seal of the sploder saturday, I sliced the second knuckle of my middle finger sort of- off. Well, it wasn’t off, but i could see the knuckle joint and it wasn’t the sort of thing I was interested in seeing.

For some reason, I heal very rapidly (Possibly my body reacting to my work habits) so I wrapped it up right off and went on working (Nobody was gonna finish it for me). It never realy hurt, but it’s another damned crescent shaped scar on that knuckle, it matches one from years ago where it was cut in the other direction. It will look like a gecko bit me.

Mr B has graciously loaned me a couple of magazines, and the weapon is completely assembled (even the slightly mangled carry handle) so as soon as I can get to a range I will be blowing stuff up. Now I just need- what was it? Oh, yeah, time

old guys with bushy eyebrows and wierd hair get crankier as they age until they just eventually die? (Warning: Link takes you to the liberal Deathstar)

Andy was what he was. He was often a moron, but he stood on the ground during WW2, so he wasn’t a mama’s boy. He’s an example of what can sometimes happen when people are confronted with the actual Truth; on seeing the concentration camps as a reporter for Stars and Stripes he recanted his views as a pacifist. he later slipped back into that stupidity, causing me to have to create Og’s fifth law: Some people need regular confrontation with the stark ugliness of reality to remind them that feelings and beliefs fix nothing.

Anyway, Andy, love or hate you, I always appreciated your commentary.

On the subject of Snark: Back issues of PUNCH are available, free, for Kindle. This is where snark was invented. Read them. Some samples:

We live in strenuous times. The Mad Mullah has been reported in action and Willesden has won the London Draughts’ Tournament.
By the way, those who remember the Mad Mullah’s earlier escapades are of the opinion that it is high time for him to be killed again.

“The Jolly Bachelors” is the title of a new club at Nottingham. No attempt has yet been made to start a Jolly Husbands’ Club.