Monthly Archives: January 2015

Today I put on a favorite old t-shirt and it didn’t fit well. Luckily it was tight around the shoulders. I can live with that. I’m posting the following guidelines (which apply to men only): If the shirt is too … Continue reading →

I’m all about cheap simple solutions. Behold the Faraday cage! What you’re looking at is a sleeve made of duct tape and tinfoil. The silver and gold is actually duct tape. The tinfoil is inside. (I should invest in less … Continue reading →

Today we’re going to play a game I call “what the hell is this thing”. My next post will provide the answer.

It was time for a nuclear reset. I had my doubts but I also had nothing to lose. I was feeling might sheepish about abandoning my usual Curmudgeonly preference for old school paper books. I’d trapped myself in the soft … Continue reading →

I posted a while back about my ailing Kindle. I got a lot of advice. None of it worked. As a man who talks to murderous trees and considers baking bread a contact sport, I did not go quietly into … Continue reading →

A few weeks before Christmas I had a bad week with computers. I was a walking EMP pulse. Everything electronic that I use daily was in orbital decay. I was not a happy camper. I decided the best solution was … Continue reading →

Mrs. Curmudgeon and I were having lunch at a coffee shop in a nearby small town. “Hey”, says I, “let’s go check out that new hydroponics shop that just opened up.” Indeed there just happens to be a small hydroponics … Continue reading →

I finished painting the ceiling without spilling one damn drop on the Mrs.’s precious bathroom fixtures and tile floor! I dodged a bullet while slipping a noose and whistling past a graveyard. (It’s a triple metaphor accomplishment!) I’ve never before … Continue reading →