Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

Christmas is about giving. My gift to you is to shut my yap. No need to thank me. I’ll show up again some other time. Feel free to buy a t-shirt in the lobby and have a safe drive home. … Continue reading →

I committed an omission in Young Men’s Fashion Advice From A Woodsman. I’m adding a lucky thirteenth pointer: 13. Unless you are seven or an on duty bodyguard who expects violence within the hour, it is never acceptable to wear a … Continue reading →

Taki’s Magazine, which never encountered a controversial opinion it wouldn’t print, has an article called “An Idiot’s Guide to Getting Dressed“. (Hat tip to Maggies Farm.) Gavin McInness targets hypothetical young men (“idiots”; but that’s a tautology) and explains how … Continue reading →

Six weeks ago I bought a Raspberry Pi. I had A PLAN to DO STUFF. I was going to shoehorn this little hunk of technology into something that’s almost but not quite a laptop. I wanted to make my personalized … Continue reading →

It’s Monday. In order to help us all face the week I’ve linked to a motivational speaker (warning NSFW language). Hat tip to The Future Primaeval. A.C. P.S. You know he’s tough because he ends his sentences with a preposition. … Continue reading →

A homestead is a hotbed of complexity. Take, for example, the photo above. What you’re seeing is a visual demonstration of social interactions which makes the Balkans seem simple. It all starts with a breakfast burrito. It was awesome. There … Continue reading →

This morning I woke up with a vague feeling that bears mattered. I couldn’t put my finger on the bear thing; it simply faded. As I took the dog on its morning walk I noticed half eaten carrots on the … Continue reading →

The calm after Mrs. Curmudgeon’s Black Friday tactical retreat didn’t last. The next day one of Curmudgeon Compound’s smaller humanoid forms needed to go to town and BUY STUFF. This was apparently urgent. I hammed it up. Kid: “I need … Continue reading →

I didn’t buy a firearm on Black Friday for the same reason I rarely get drunk on New Year’s Eve. I’m cheap and don’t do crowds. On the other hand, whenever a law abiding citizen buys a firearm the universe … Continue reading →

A week before Thanksgiving Mrs, Curmudgeon and one of the smaller, chronologically inferior, compound residents compared their gadget acquisition plans. She wanted an iSlab or an iFlat or some other physical manifestation of Steve Jobs. The kid wanted some sort … Continue reading →