IT SMIRKS PERKILY!

One thing I've noticed about commercials is the preponderence of women who sound blonde, middle-class with aspirations or pretensions, well-fed, and perky perky perky!
Doesn't matter what the product. Cars. Clothes. Make-up. Eloctrolytes.

Perhaps that is the ideal woman in suburban America.
Judging by media to which I've been exposed.
The background noises of the day.
Perky! And blonde!

None of whom showed up to the meeting of the local pipe club. Which is their loss, as there was good stuff to smoke, as well as some very nice earthy brandy, of which I did not partake for a variety of reasons. There were also some lovely pipes there, old briar well-shaped and properly maintained.

Plus brie, preserved meats of various types, and a delicious bit of pâté.


Snacks, tobacco, good company. As well as discussions of gold prospecting, ore, amber, carbon rubber, terpeneols, carotenoids, natural sugars and oils crystalizing, engineering.
And diverse other subjects.

About a dozen of of us gathered. I know and like all of them, but I did not participate entirely because I had things to do, and did not wish to unduly burden my co-worker.
And I probably smoked too much, mostly Virginia-Perique blends.


Plus by the end of the afternoon the lack of sleep from the previous night combined with perhaps too much caffeine from all the tea I had drunk throughout the day made me less than rational. Or perhaps super-rational. Transcendent. Inspired.

Sometimes I wonder how people put up with me.




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