Monthly Archives: January 2019

I was about to wrap up a blog-story when the weather changed. My workshop is easier to heat when it’s (relatively) warm out; so I seized the moment. I put away my computer and happily fabricated random shit in my … Continue reading →

You already know I was laughing my ass off at Venture Bros episode based on a Duran Duran video. Now here’s this thing you don’t know; in my misspent youth I listened to Duran Duran. I know! You’re shocked and … Continue reading →

The Venture Bros. season six, episode two blew my mind! It’s drawn and framed in the style of a 1983 Duran Duran music video; “Is There Something I Should Know?” Rectangles and squares slide in and out of view to … Continue reading →

[This story came about as Mrs. Curmudgeon is trying to break me to the harness of “binge watching”. I’m slow to grok the idea. I’m the sort that never moved beyond a season’s TV taking a season to watch. After … Continue reading →

I had a great opportunity to get satirical:  the Trumpster is scheduled to make an 8 minute announcement tonight. I wanted to write a funny post. I couldn’t. I tried but nitwits have worn my heart thin. After 8 minutes … Continue reading →

So, you’re curling and you’ve just thrown a stone. What do you do now? You’re probably already face down on the ice so, if you’ve got a modicum of dignity, you scramble into a couching position. Then watch your newly … Continue reading →

The thing about curling is that it was invented by archaic drunk Scotsmen. There is no other explanation. Go back in time and imagine the kind of man who spent all summer whacking a testicle sized rock around a sheep … Continue reading →

It turns out there was a single building with two sides. Like America, the Canadian rink was evenly divided between disparate social populations; in this case, hockey and curling. Two sides of the same icy coin, they should get along … Continue reading →

I wound up at a steel industrial building squeezed between the ass end of what looked like a Perkins and a snowmobile repair shop. Inexplicably, I’d arrived earlier than the rendezvous time. The front of the lot was full so … Continue reading →

[Note: I missed the period of time when everyone blogs about Christmas (or New Year’s Day) so I decided to tell a story that’s totally unrelated. Details have been omitted for OPSEC.] I was in Canucistan hanging out with America’s … Continue reading →