Monthly Archives: July 2011

A post in which uses Kirk to postulate the inevitability of digital fiction but failed in it’s attempt to use Jules Verne to demonstrate why DRM will endlessly hamper the kindle. Somehow it’s all related to 1970’s big hair. Continue reading →

My blog hasn’t quite gone viral. Nor has it gone feral. But something happened! I decided to arbitrarily declare that it has gone trapezoidal. Continue reading →

Plumbum et Circenses posts this: Yes, it’s exactly what it looks like.  A warning printed on plywood that sawdust causes cancer in California.  Sawdust = death!?! Actually this shouldn’t surprise me.  California exists to give the rest of us something … Continue reading →

“You want me to put my wallet back in my pocket and go home?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re serious?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re doomed.” Continue reading →

I’m used to obscurity. I expected a few people would read my post, nobody would comment, and my dog would pee on my shoe.

Instead, something unusual happened. I got a bunch of hits. Continue reading →

The lovely and talented Mrs. Curmudgeon has given me a gift. This is my mug.  You can’t have it.  If you want one get your own.

There’s no obvious word for what I do. I have a homestead and aim for self reliance…but I still have a day job. Is that “homesteading”? Who knows? Homesteading is a spectrum between Grizzly Adams and the banker’s deluded trophy … Continue reading →

My tractor has me depressed.  Not because it’s broke.  (It’s an antique and I work it like a mule.  It has every right to expect maintenance and repair.)  It’s because every time I try to fix it I get interrupted.  … Continue reading →

It’s fun to bitch but our modern world is awesome! Poverty in America in 2011 is the life of a king in 1650. Take any one of our many conveniences out of the usual context and they rock!  You need … Continue reading →