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Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon
Phenology Followup: Springtime Gasoline Blovation
Looks like a dozen years of generally earlier onset of “gasoline psychosis”, albeit with a brief remission in 2011. Only time will tell what will happen in 2013 but if trends continue it’ll be somewhere between early April or mid/early March.
Of course, Congress could learn that gasoline, like everything, is subject to market forces. Ha ha ha…I’m just kidding. Bet on an outbreak of cluelessness in April 2013 and you’ll probably have called it a year in advance. Continue reading
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The Unstoppable: Eddie Alterman
…because driving is art and beauty. A moron strapped in a minivan who can barely point the lever at D and keep it between the lines is not “driving”. That’s a disappointment as fulfilling as a Cheeze-wiz sandwich and as graceful as a kick to the groin. Continue reading
Critter Cohabitation: Part III
Lest you think I do nothing by slay animals I’ll mention the critters I saw during tonight’s boundary patrol forest walk. Continue reading
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Critter Cohabitation: Part II
The invader was doomed. It had assaulted the homeland (er… home barn) and was therefore sentenced to death. I’m merciless about that. Rats and raccoons should know better. They’re smart and should know that looking for free food will get you into trouble with me. (I’m looking at you OWS!) Continue reading
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Two Rules Of Critter Cohabitation: Part I
Recently a critter and I tangled. It caused me to reflect on my “two rules of critter cohabitation”…
…Ten words. I’m a simple man. Failure to heed them is punishable by shotgun. I don’t do warning shots. Continue reading
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Inspired
Take heart in this. The two parties might jointly encourage gutless dependent losers but we’re not merely blank slates and unmolded clay. For every soulless pasty killjoy with a clipboard counting our calories and lecturing about mass transit there’s a opposing maniac howling at the moon and trying to turbocharge his bass boat. We’re free on the inside and we act that way…with all the crazy foolishness that freedom entails. We’re an entirely different people than controllers imagine. Continue reading
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The Car We Were Forced To Build
It makes me cringe. It’s dour propaganda from behind the iron curtain in 1978. The ad appeals to our patriotic duty to buy it and imposes guilt and obligation. It implies we must buy a Volt or poor people in a little town in Michigan won’t have jobs. As if you might make little Timmy starve in his crib if you happen to buy a Ford Focus. Continue reading
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Volt Learning Curve; Reality With A Sledgehammer
Well you can’t make an omelette without breaking a few eggs. At least the government (or the President) has learned from the fact that unsubsidised auto makers are eating the Volt’s lunch? Whoops, maybe not. Looks like a double down on rainbow cars and a complete inability to look at a mistake and say “lets stop doing that thing which doesn’t work so well”. Color me surprised: Continue reading
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Phantom Driver
This really happened: I stopped at a gas station in the middle of nowhere. I pulled off the road and had to choose which pumps to go to. Instead of heading for the two pumps up front (the land of … Continue reading
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Phenology Update: Spring 2012
If somebody sinks a truck and I don’t know about it…is it still spring? Continue reading