Neanderpundit

has every damned episode of a lot of old TV sitcoms, and I have been enjoying them a good deal.

One of my favorites has always been Nanny and the Professor. Only on for a couple sesons, it was outshone by the Partridge Family and the Brady Bunch.

Still: Juliet Mills always wore blouses that allowd a glimpse of her undergarments. And that accent- to this day, a woman with that kind of accent talks to me, even briefly, I just take out my wallet and give it to her. Juliet was a lot easier on the eyes and a lot less shrill than her sister Hayley, and she was all over the place- she won an emmy for a soap opera, she was the doctor in the TV series “Born Free”, where you occasionally got a glimpse of her well turned backside in a pair of khakis. I’d know that haircut and cheekbones anywhere, and if she showed up here wearing that inverness cape and matching deerstalker, I would be on that like white on rice.

Thankfully, she’s not studying me, and that’s a good thing. But the Ogwife has gotten into the series and is bingewatching them. Worse things have happened. I just passed by the room a moment ago; and Hal (the 12 year old)is trying to chase off a neighbor girl who is sweet on him.

Hal:”Now get out of here, Francine, This is only for guys”
Francine: “It’s a free country”
Hal:”Good. Why don’t you go see the rest of it”

Forty years later, this thing still has it’s moments. And Juliet. Yow.

Yuck. Dreampt that I wandered into a small theater where an audience watched in rapt attention as a man wearing a tuxedo was playing Clair De Lune on a pink sow.

Co workers were there and I spoke with them about the upcoming year and what opportunities it might offer, and they agreed we were screwed and tattooed. Still, the idea of surfing this beyotch into the ground appeals; I think the industry can take this stupidity for long enough for me to retire, and that will be fine. Then I can sit back and laugh as it augers in. Trouble is, the people making the horrible decisions in industry already have their golden parachutes, it’s the techs and the programmers and the industry itself that will suffer.

Anyway, the guy withthe sow finished clair de Lune and started in on Turkey in the Straw. Ican’t know for sure what brought that on, but I’m pretty sure it was the eggnog pie.

to make resolutions, but I have already begun to exercise more, and hope to keep it up. I do miserably in winter, my inner bear driving me to chow down when the weather turns cold. So resisting those urges,m and avoiding the carbs and etc comes hard for me.

One way or another, I have been very careful toi avoid making plans for the apocalypse here, and will continue to do so. The things I do in my private life are not open for examination by others, and it has been my observation that most others are dumb as a bag of hammers anyway. So I will continue to whine and bitch here, try not to be too annoying, and do all my business face to face. Those who know me understand. Meanwhile, hope your new year is overflowing with good shit.