Neanderpundit

The lady who drives me administratively, tired of the drama up in the front office (Which we call Estrogenland) moved back amidst the guys in engineering. She’s been there before but there has been a good deal of moving around, she took advantage of it by getting out.

Friday afternoon: My erstwhile “boss” (Nobody wants to admit to that job title) wanders through and loudly yells “I don’t give a flying fuck what that cunt at (xxx customer) wants, we will provide what we quoted!!!”

As he wanders by my cube I comment, as quietly as I can: “Remember we’re not alone back here anymore”
Him: “What? Oh her? She’s heard this all before, she can handle it”
me: “Regardless. I know you to be a gentleman, and she’s a lady”
him: …

later, him: “Oh, by the way…. ”
me : “Yes?”
Him: “Thanks for the reminder”

Sometimes people surprise you, and it only takes a little reminder. From some people I would have expected indifference or sarcasm, but some people will actually take that kind of suggestion to heart. Much as I rant etc here I try to treat women-hell, everyone- with respect due them in person. it’s not so hard, and it makes the world better.

I spent some time in Ohio, where there is a large Japanese population. And sumo on TV all the time. I loved it. Sumo is the one martial art I am perfectly suited for, and if I but had knees and I was fourteen I might well have found a stable and joined up.

Well, no.

But wouldn’t it be fun to see a fat snow white cracker lifting his leg up over his head and stomping out demons? Sure, there have been American sumo like Akebono, (No relation to sonnybono) but he was at least mostly Polynesian. I mean a guy like me who never leaves the house without long sleeves, who has skin like the underside of a channel cat, wearing a big Mawashi, my pimply buttcheeks on display for all to see.

The bleach is under the kitchen sink next to the window cleaner.

and the oglet off at school, there’s nobody to carp at me about eating frosted flakes the proper way: Fill a bowl with milk and sprinkle in a mouthful of Frosted Flakes at a time, so each mouthful is milk-damp but still optimally crunchy.

it’s the little things.

Off to a side gig today, with some possible shooting at the end of it so I’m bringing the PPX. I fo through ammo on this bugger like water, and as Tam said the other day, $.30 is the “New normal” for 9. God, I remember buying it for 9 cents a round, and that wasn’t so horribly long ago.