Neanderpundit

Pascal’s anger takes him to places his irritation cannot, and when he does, it’s worth a read. This piece he originally penned in 06 is as valid and important now as then, and if you haven’t read it before you ought to now.

No incense. No peppermints.
Had some brie and black forest ham for dinner sunday. Brunch consisted of a Gyros skillet with hashbrowns, eggs, and feta cheese.

The Ogwife and I awoke to what can only be described as…

…. Well, no. It pretty much defied description. The dog was throwing up in the living room, and we opened several windows before there was enough oxygen in the room to breathe normally again. The Oglet just shook her head and ran through the cloud on the way to the garage.