Neanderpundit

that I have been remiss in updating my blogroll to remove the now-defunct “origin of soul” and replace it with the new improved “Frankensoul”. Done. Sorry it has taken so long, Dana.

Dana, over by there, has bared her soul more than a few times. It’s not a blog for the faint of heart. If you’re strong and can offer her some moral support in her personal crisis, do so. If you are the type that will wander over there and be an ass, just don’t bother.

And Dana, keep up the hard work. The worm always turns.

instead of doing my usual side gigging, I decided to stay the fuck home. I didn’t do work around the house, I didn’t do work on the car. I did futz with the bike a bit and drove it around. I didn’t do a hell of a lot of anything. THe wife had gone to a concert the night before and didnt get in till late, so I took the dog out and let her sleep till I woke her with breakfast at nine.

Damn, I like doing nothing. I gotta figre a way to do nothing more.

“Why does the living roomlook like a gerbil cage?”
“Who left the chips on the coffee table?”
“That is my penis. Get out from under the sheets, and go and lick your own”
“WHAAAA!!’ Get OUT from under the blankets and get that cold nose OUT of my crack!”
“I am not your chew toy. You have a half dozen chew toys. I find them everytime I go to bed. Eat one of them, not my fingers”
“My nose is clean enough, thank you”
“The owie on my knee will not be improved by your licking it”

And the commonest:
“Dammit, dog!”