Monthly Archives: January 2019

What I call “rich people doctor” is different. It’s a new thing and I want to give them a hug every time I go there! It’s a direct response to Obamcare and it’s a desperately appreciated limited workaround as everything … Continue reading →

The next day I was even sicker. I didn’t even set my alarm. My workout regimen had been nuked from orbit. What a bummer. I’d been so excited but there’s nothing you can do if you can barely breathe. On … Continue reading →

The next day I had the pre-dawn alarm on but I clearly had bronchitis. All night I’d been hearing Jethro Tull’s Aqualung in my head and I’d coughed enough I probably had black eyes. I was pissed. If I’m going … Continue reading →

Things went from bad to worse. Mrs. Curmudgeon staggered off to work; where she’d either pick up more germs from the original sources or spread hers back into the environment. I’m convinced offices are tailor made to spread germs. They’re … Continue reading →

I recently mentioned I’d been “blogging” using an Alphasmart Neo2 (a used obsolete $30+/- “teaching tool” word processor that runs on AA batteries) in a room lit by oil lamps. You may think I’m exaggerating. Nope. I’m not making this … Continue reading →

Day #2 started on a high note. Already weary of body but in high spirits I marveled at the warm morning (+10 degrees!). The truck was so much easier to warm up and I sipped coffee while basking in the … Continue reading →

[This post was typed in an unheated room, by oil lamp, on a Neo2. And I’m a wreck too. My internet router is down so the laptop is pointless. As is, I suppose, blogging. Who blogs without the internet? Who … Continue reading →

The rural life is idyllic and peaceful, until it goes to shit. Here’s the story: I had a great day but was too busy to maintain a fire in the woodstove. No worries. I’m not entirely a caveman, I just … Continue reading →

Without knowing how bad it would be, Mrs. Curmudgeon and I watched the following video: Mrs. Curmudgeon clicked the link on her iPad. It was some sort of 1980’s BBC dance show with “live” “music”. I put “live” in quotes … Continue reading →

[Things started with clever Venture Bros references and shifted to questionable 1980’s Duran Duran music that at least tried to be deep. From there my faulty memory dredged up a music video that should have remained lost in time. Everyone … Continue reading →