Neanderpundit

Yelling loudly at her boyfriend over the phone about “the skanky bitches you be hitting down south” and all the diseases they give him and he brings home to her, including, apparently, herpes, crabs, and “some shit that feels like piss in razor blades” and how she worries each time she’s with him that she’s gonna end up with aids and she knows he got a lot to give and she love it when he give it to her but he gotta stop giving it to everyone else too.

There is a circular mark. It’s about the size of the head of a pin, and it is the result of function testing an air brad nailer without disconnecting the air.

The nail went through the tip of the thumb and out through the nail. I said some bad words. This has been… thirty years ago? Anyway, the nail won’t ever grow properly again, but the little callous that forms on the scar is like a stylus for my smartphone.

I’m not suggesting everyone do this, but it has been a convenience to me.

I helped the optometrist put new brakes in his truck, the left brake was dragging. And it was still dragging afterwards, so this sunday we ripped it apart again. The brake line was rusted and nearly collapsed, and the aluminum caliper sticky. So I replaced the rusted line and unstuck the caliper by compressing and expanding it several times, and then I hung out the side of the truck and watched/listened to the brakes, and tweaked until everything stopped and nothing dragged.

I’m probably a little old to be hanging of the side of a pickup bed by one arm and one leg while another guy drives it around, but common sense has not been my milieu for years.