I've found out that calling myself "Mountain of a Man" , albeit with tongue in cheek, really aggravates some of you. Especially some of you obsessive types who hit this Blog a couple of times a day.
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Well... those of you who know me well, and know that I could give a shit less about what sordid pettiness gets flipped back and forth in that fetid grey matter that you have in your cranium... you are the ones who realize that the MOAM moniker will have to be used just a bit more than usual. It's just the natural order of the Universe.
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The rest of you may have to deal with what the Mountain of a Man has to say. Because you know that you have a MOAM Monkey on your back and are completely addicted.
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Course, reading this Blog really is your choice. A choice that some of you make each and every day. Even a MOAM with my power can't force you to read it. Sadly, you are stuck with the Monkey and you haven't the strength to resist. It's not the Mountain of a Man's problem.
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I feel for you though. Even though I don't give a shit, that doesn't mean that the MOAM doesn't have compassion..... huh?
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So.... this MOAM is patiently waiting for the sun to come out this Saturday morning, so I can sand the inside of the Herreshoff Columbia Tender and spray the final two coats of marine paint on the interior.
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By Sunday Evening, the Tender will be down at Riverhead Landing for a tour of Marblehead Harbor, and a new season of rowing with the Piantedosi Sliding Seat.
Yes... there'll be oohs and ahhs from the hapless Harbor Boaters as they see the natural beauty of a cedar stripped classic rowing vessel streak by, powered only by the Hammer Brothers Jack and Sledge attached to yours truly.... the MOUNTAIN OF A MAN.
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It only comes from drikni' hard linked durin daylit hours that this sort of ponitficatin comes to be shared with the world. God bless you kind sir, and pass the jug! on Hammer Brothers - Jack and Sledge
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