Neanderpundit

nice, new hotel, cheap rate, concierge asks if he can get me anything. he got the hockey stick, pumpkin, and olive oil but couldn’t find a transvestite midget. hard to find good help.

the bright burning sky can only be a harbinger of doo- what? The sun?

oh.

guess its been a while.

Wierdness at work. Longtime colleague leaving, who will be sorely missed. What next, cats and dogs living in sin together? A black president? it’s the APOCALYPSE!!

Not bad news, other than losing a good man, but damn.