Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

I have no idea what’s going on. (Which is probably the case for most markets and most traders, but at least I’m clear about it.) I felt a shudder in the creepy deadpool for SCOTUS (don’t blame me for the … Continue reading →

I like to examine how much I suck (or rule?) at prognostication. I’ve started to use PredictIt to detect if I’m for real or full of shit. This is the first update of 2019. Win-shutdown: In December I made a … Continue reading →

[Warning: this post takes a hard turn in the middle… it just happened. You have been warned.] About a year ago I acquired an old bucksaw. I estimate it’s about 100 years old, though I can’t be sure. It has … Continue reading →

Winter is never easy but some are worse than others. Sometimes it’s a mere inconvenience. Sometimes it fights dirty. This winter is a groin kicker. Take firewood. Firewood is a gamble where you pit your own brawn and brain against … Continue reading →

Of course, I lost all of my firearms in a tragic canoe accident. However… For some reason I like the .38 Special / .357 Mag pairing of ammunition. I don’t know why; maybe they’re easy to reload? Maybe they’re old … Continue reading →

I don’t know if my readers have been exposed to the media (which is like being exposed to malaria) but the weather has been rather interesting lately. Yeah, sure interesting.  Lets call it that. Or maybe these: Exciting. Extreme. Invigorating. Harrumph! … Continue reading →

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 →