Neanderpundit

in junior high, I was in love with newspapers. I loved the whole idea; reporters in cheap suits and beater cars running around collecting actual news (and occasionally generating news of their own) to be in by the CITY edition and flipping through the inky fresh newsprint looking for your byline. Living a film noir life. Playing tonsil hockey with girls in the steno pool and trying not to run afoul of gangsters.

I loved Mencken, I loved H Allen Smith, Westbrook Pegler, all those guys. Just like I loved, while growing up, the vast array of screaming fast muscle cars.

By the time I graduated from high school the muscle cars had turned to shit (the 1977 Mustang was a pinto in disguise. a PINTO.)

And the newspapers were already dying. yeah, they have fought a valiant effort to stay alive and around, but I haven’t held a newspaper in my hand for… ten years?

The Koch brothers are looking at buying the Tribune company.

it could be worth working for a newspaper again. Sure, a little late to start at this point in my life, but hey.

It is always enjoyable, though not always easy. This year I didn’t wait for the new air filter to arrive so mowing the backyard was drama free. And now I ache like I’ve been raped by the hungarian militia.

New kitchen cabinets arrive in a couple weeks. That should make me feel like I have given breech birth to a flaming porcupine whilst juggling a running chainsaw, a medicine ball, and an angry honey badger.

I managed to smack my arm with something, I don’t remember what,so now I have a bruise on top of my left forearm. The bruise is shaped a little like a tornado. I don’t know why.

I work very hard to have no smell all year round, not just in deer season. So finding a bunch of end of season scent free soap on clearance at walmart was handy. I work with Japanese regularly, and some of them have an aversion to strong perfumes and deodorants, so I’m mostly trying not to be rude. Meanwhile I work with women daily who have worn the same perfume for so long that they have to wear a bucket of it to smell it on themselves.