Monthly Archives: January 2018

I’ve been off line for several days. An unexpected event erupted a week ago and I hit the road. I’ve had only the slightest whiff of decent WiFi since. In fact, I’m keeping this post <100 words lest I fry … Continue reading →

I appreciate this level of determination. You go dude! Please note, on the original post there were a few snarky comments about how he shoulda’ used a shotgun or hunted better or whatever. I’m not going there. Can’t we all … Continue reading →

“Fuck you money” is a hard nut to crack. There’s a halfway point which comes first. I’ve never heard it articulated before. I’m making up a phrase for it right now. I’m calling it “fuck this money”. “Fuck this money” … Continue reading →

If you’re unclear about the concept of “fuck you money”, watch this movie (linked): Dagwood Bumstead doesn’t have “fuck you money”: In fact his boss is a bit of a dick: But don’t feel too bad. Dagwood’s wife is sweet, … Continue reading →

I don’t know where the concept came from, but there’s an idea called “fuck you money”. I don’t like the crudeness of the phrase but the idea has merit. It’s vaguely defined as the amount of money you need in … Continue reading →

I’ll give credit where credit is due, Anker did the right thing. They didn’t piss and moan or make me ship back broken parts. Five days after I called their tech support line (twice) a replacement speaker arrived in the … Continue reading →

I like to comment on “issues of the day” well after the initial wave of bullshit has passed. I’m the polar opposite of the media that will shriek a headline today and forget about it tomorrow. I wait until nobody … Continue reading →

My desk is a chaotic rat’s nest; computer cables, pens, pencils, binoculars, earplugs, hard drives, papers, books, calculators, coffee cups, spent ammunition (I don’t even have that caliber do I?), screwdrivers, a wrench (why the hell is there a wrench … Continue reading →

Hat tip to… I have no idea. I was entranced by the music and forgot how I got there. Maggies Farm.

I’m going to swim against the current of New Year’s flurry of faux introspective Facebook sloganeering (what a depressing stampede of sameness can be found in that populous wasteland), 2017 retrospectives, and “best of” lists. I present here one of … Continue reading →