Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

There is weird.  Then there is Internet weird.  Finally a Rubicon has been crossed and there is Shatner weird.  (Safe for work.  No comment beyond that.) Hat tip to Ace of Spades HQ.

It never occurred to me that the invention of the telephone meant people had to invent language to answer it.  Good thing the Internet is here to provide such important data! Check out Maggies Farm.  Also note the source at … Continue reading →

Here, for those of you who loathe social engineering in elementary school, I present “Disagreeing Vociferously with Archaic Verbiage”: Continue reading →

“Social engineering is when an unqualified worker in the employment of the State takes it upon themselves to manipulate children as they see fit.” I sipped more coffee. “An activity formerly reserved for people deemed more appropriate, such as clergy or respected elders.” I reflected further “or sometimes cult leaders and gangs. Maybe Mafia leaders. You know what I’m saying?” Continue reading →

Then, because I’m an idiot. I left town. I instructed the cats to stay away from the credit cards and firearms, kill and eat anything smaller than themselves, and crap only in designated areas. The same instructions I’d give a teenager. Then I drove away wondering what sorts of entropy would ensue in my unsupervised house. Continue reading →

Christmas snow is magic.  New and clean and cold and powdery, it holds the promise of new beginnings, sleigh rides, and sugar plums (whatever the hell they are).  Snow in December is a misty eyed Norman Rockwell joy.  It’s beautiful.  … Continue reading →

Yours truly has been in another one of his self imposed news blackouts.  I’ve been busy and also I haven’t the heart to take the inevitable and fabricated sequestration dog and pony show seriously.  I chose to utilize the magnificent … Continue reading →

The press informs us that we are a couple of weeks from total Armageddon. (For the press is made of people for whom even the briefest temporary shutdown of centralized government is indeed horrific.) Apparently “sequestration” is the new vocabulary for this tragic impossibility. How did we get here? Continue reading →

“Forget it. Curmudgeon Compound is full. We’ve attained peak cat. We’re domestically independent of cat import needs. I shall not need another cat until the coyotes get lucky. Unfortunately, for you as well as me, all of my cats appear healthy and intent on living forever; possibly just to annoy me. You’re screwed. Bye…”

“Wait! This cat is special!” Continue reading →