Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

…since I was spared by a moment of grace. (If you want to read the story click here: A Moment Of Grace: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 3.5, Part 4.) The summary is that a year ago I … Continue reading →

I felt bad telling everyone that SpotX pricing is a wishy-washy mishmash of options (which is true if not a satisfying answer). I clicked to their pricing site and investigated. Here’s a summary: Your basic, activated all year plan is … Continue reading →

[I’m pretty sure I’ve beaten this horse into the ground. However, if you’ve got a question of any sort, just put it in comments. I’ve been testing the hell out of my SpotX and am glad to share.] Are there … Continue reading →

As part of my review of the SpotX, a few people asked about the SpotX privacy policy. Put on your tinfoil hats folks because here’s my Curmudgeonly opinion. We’re all screwed. Accept that you’re screwed. Embrace the suck and plan … Continue reading →

[This review got long winded; this isn’t the last post. I was pissed at the incomplete information I had while shopping and inadvertently wrote a treatise to counteract what I perceive as a hole in the universe.] I tested the … Continue reading →

I bought a two way satellite communicator. I’ve been testing it. Photo below. This 1/2 of the Q&A that covers it and my testing. I tested the shit of my SpotX and am distilling it down to its essence. Is … Continue reading →

I bought a two way satellite communicator. I’ve been testing it. Photo below. This post just had to come out because I worry that folks confuse gadgets with solutions. When it comes to the outdoors, I know what I’m doing. … Continue reading →

I was planning more details (and less bullshit about Keanu Reeves) in reference to my SpotX, but there’s been a delay because I remembered why I bought it in the first place. I sure as hell didn’t buy an SAR … Continue reading →

John Wick convinced me to buy a two way satellite communicator. It was a hard sell but he did it. I’m a cheap bastard; historically willing to die in a ditch rather than pay for an ambulance ride. With time … Continue reading →

I had a ton of shit to do this weekend (spoiler alert, none of it got done). I was (as usual) behind the eight ball. Winter held on, clinging to the bitter end. It deviously gave up the exact millisecond … Continue reading →