Devils Anse in Normal entries

Fuck it, I’m starting off talking about a pipe. This might go elsewhere, but it might not. Still working out kinks in paw.
For some reason here in the immediate future, there are a variety of new shapes to the degree that some carvers boast about their traditional shapes. I don’t really quite get why with tobacco so demonized (and with just cause, sort of, I mean it causes all kinds of health problems, cigarettes more so than pipes, but still …) there are such a variety of new carvers and new styles. Sure, I suppose there are a significant number of people who prefer collecting pipes to smoking them, by significant I mean like five percent, though, how the fuck would I know.
After looking at them for a year I finally decided to pick up a Devil Anse. I finally figured out what it meant which is why I’m calling it Devil Anse instead of the widely used Devils Anse. It’s really just a smaller canted egg; that is an egg shape with the bowl canted forward. Devils Anse sounded like, I don’t know, Gaelic or Norwegian for devil’s ass. It’s not. In one of the version of Hatfield and McCoys, the one with Kevin Costner (I didn’t see it) the character Devil Anse McCoy (I think, Costner seems more like a McCoy than a Hatfield) smokes a small canted egg.

I got one from a trendy little cheap ass American company; Moonshine. They were throwing in a free flask and I’d been curious about the shape. It’s resale value is probably for shit unless the company dies in a plane crash on the way to the Chicago pipe show. A wise old pipe seller out of San Francisco once told me, well, everybody, that a pipe is a shitty investment, like a car it loses its value unless it’s really old and pristine. Pipe collecting is a hobby, pipe smoking is a habit, pipe investment is foolishness. Although, unlike cigarettes, there is something to sell when you’re done, and, at least right now, the market for estate pipes seems to be thriving.

I happen to really like this cheap ass hillbilly pipe. It ain’t much to look at but it ain’t ugly either (that’s one of the trends I don’t get at all; the ugly pipe. If they weren’t so damn expensive I’d say they were for Halloween costumes. Pipe smoking is contemplative, part of what you contemplate is the beauty of the pipe.). It smokes surprisingly well, at least with a flake rubbed out, by me, coarsely. I haven’t had it long enough to put it through its paces.

Jesus H, I wandered away from this, the sun rode across the firmament (I’m sure it’s up there somewhere, there’s a gray light outside the window) I watched the big Lebowski (Vudu offered me it in an email and I thought, fuck it, I’m not doing anything else) and I’m a few hours closer to the grave. It’s not like I could save up all that wasted time and spend it at the end. I don’t know, maybe it is like that, but who would want to? For one thing you’d have to make an accounting and that would suck. Imagine going through a year accounting for every hour, even if it’s just plus and minus columns. Suckage. And, you know, the dude abides, so, is that really misspent? There is no reason to post this. There’s no reason not to.