Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

I’m pretty sure this guy works for my nearest Chrysler dealership.

[This is the second of a two part post. I left the first part in the queue rather than letting it go live. Quite by accident, the first part (which I’d carefully wordsmithed) addressed politics with insufficient satire. For example, it … Continue reading →

Back at the house I explained everything to Mrs. Curmudgeon. “They’re so sweet. Can we keep em?” “No. We already kicked the cat out. No more pets. You have to let them go.” “Aww…” “And no more tractors either.” Fair … Continue reading →

Florence and Jane loved the coffee. It gave me the excuse I needed to investigate the finer points of gopher killin’. It was a great conversation. (Florence, who’s hearing aid was on the fritz and thus hadn’t responded to my … Continue reading →

Gleefully, I scampered to the house to fetch coffee. Inside, Mrs. Curmudgeon showed all signs of having forgotten her husband had been outdoors defending our home. (We really must do more family level zombie drills.) “Please put on another pot … Continue reading →

The women weren’t actually named Florence and Jane (despite what I wrote in the last post). I don’t remember their actual names. They told me but I forgot within seconds. Ignoring names is a special skill of mine. I’ve arbitrarily … Continue reading →

[This post was originally went live on April 19th as A Story Which Is Not Yet Named: Part 1. I copied it here to put the bits in order. Also, I had no idea it would take two weeks to get … Continue reading →

The Silicon Graybeard mentioned me (link here). How awesome is that? “Adaptive Curmudgeon said he loves it when I say things like this:  the barrel measured 0.368, so I thought a 3/8″ (0.375) drill bit would be too big.  I … Continue reading →