Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

This post will be vague because I’m more privacy oriented than any blogger ought to be. Also, I’m a little more “along for the ride” than my usual “grab the steering wheel” self. So I barely know what hit me. … Continue reading →

[When you get a 3d printer, people have two reactions. “That’s cool… nerd” and “there’s no point to that useless gizmo”. The latter can get brutally negative. I’m not sure why, but 3d printers freak out the squares. The answer … Continue reading →

I have a 1989 Honda Pacific Coast (PC800) motorcycle. I named it Marshmallow Fluff. I love that oddball bike. I bought it in 2023 with the intention of motocamping/touring; ideally far from Interstates but still pavement based. The PC800 won’t … Continue reading →

Shit happens. Here’s a story about shit and the happening thereof. The oven broke. Don’t fret deducing the cause. Sometimes shit happens. I bought it 20+ years ago and it’s the cheapest electric oven on the market. Be reminded that … Continue reading →

I’m heading out to pay taxes. It won’t be cheap but I’ve got money stashed. It’ll be enough… probably. The only uncertainty is how much of my money will remain for my use. I need home repairs. A local carpenter … Continue reading →

Psst. I’ve got a secret. I’ve been doing cool shit off line. Crazy eh? In our overly-connected world it’s inconceivable that a blogger would do his own thing and give (almost) no on-line mention. Right? Wrong! I wanted to enjoy … Continue reading →

Possibly the best two paragraphs written since the fall of the Bidenverse. In my quiet backwater of the Hudson Valley, an early spring drives all creation violently. The peaceful sleep of winter ends in twitches and spasms. The ground breaks … Continue reading →

Your version of 2025 hasn’t been mine but I’m sure it’s been just as exciting. During this time of upheaval, I hope you’ve done as well as me. Actually, I hope you’ve done better. Lest we forget, 2025 started in … Continue reading →

A few weeks ago, hoping to avoid cabin fever, Mrs. Curmudgeon and I went on a mini vacation. In a random suburb I saw an indoor range. There’s no indoor range anywhere near our house. On a lark we stopped … Continue reading →