Neanderpundit

The most common trouble I got in was Laundry day. I would hear Mom yelling from downstairs, and I would get a lecture about leaving pens, frogs, worms, and snakes in my pockets prior to a wash.

Worms were nasty because they often got out before being boiled and managed to die horribly in someone elses clothing. Snakes were a specific horror to Mom and were always followed by some beating, the intensity of the beating directly realted to the amount of shock Mom got and if the snake was dead.

Worms were usually fishing related. I’d toss a couple in my pocket to go fishing, and oif they weren’t biting, leave them there.

Yesterday I put a couple worms in the pocket and went off in search of the elusive bluegill, and barely caught a thing. The worm in my pocket, on the other hand, turned on my phone and figured out how to use the unit converstion function of my scientific calculator, a skill that has up until now eluded me.

I’ve been outsmarted by a worm. No wonder I can’t catch anything.

Several, actually. I’ve been around morgans and percherons and clydes, but I dreampt about horses last night that made them all seem like ponies.

These were probably 28-30 hands, I don’t know if a real horse has ever been that big, but these were big, the withers huge and muscular, the hide so black as to be bluish.

They looked at me and shook their heads in the way horses sometimes do, but made no noise.

Their were four of them.They were breathtakingly beautiful

They looked like they were waiting for their riders. I expect they won’t be waiting long.

I should cut back on the oysters before bed.

a movie plays in my head. Sometimes better than others, and because I don’t know what’s coming next, (Usually) the movie can seem a bit disjointed at first.

The movie of the book “Lords and ladies” by Pratchett sucks, right up to about the 70% mark.

And then all hell breaks loose. Oh, sure, you have to read the first part to get all the shit thats going on in the end, but it drags, and it’s full of the “Don’t do that! Put the chain mail back on” type of shit hat is common in horror movies starring a barely postpubescent Jamie Lee Curtiss.

I’ve always had a fascination for Magrat, because she’s the sort of outcast that I expect I was in younger days. And here, she redeems herself, in ways I would never have expected.

if I could pull the movie out of my head and put it on the screen, you would piss yourself in a combination of fear, hilarity, and stress incontinence. because Magrat does the things you want heroes to do, she strikes without giving the bad guy a chance to get back at her, she fights like a madwoman, and she even intimidates greebo. I haven’t finished it yet, I expect I will around the morning shit time, but wherever it goes, these four or five pages have redeemed it for good and all.