Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

It can be done. Watch the video. It’s good stuff. It’s a sketch from 6 years ago… you know, as we were winding up for that year’s “most important election ever”. I included the first sketch because it’s related to … Continue reading →

It’s almost over. The year dawned with a roaring economy, cheap fuel, the lowest unemployment in a lifetime, and relative peace abroad. So, of course, we fucked that into the ground and created hell from thin air. The relentless slog … Continue reading →

Ya’ ready for a story with absolutely no specific details? Has the political season inured you to that yet? Great, here goes: Consider society as a whole. We live in a sophisticated interlocking network of skills and technologies the likes … Continue reading →

There comes a time in every man’s life when they realize everyone they ever counted on was probably just winging it. One personal memory of that idea is when my toddler child wanted to do something. I can’t recall the … Continue reading →

I’ve been reluctant to post lately; resorting to eight part grouse hunting stories and analysis of the “beats” in today’s ubiquitous propaganda. Why tap dance around the obvious? Because y’all already know. You don’t need me beating the bloody spot … Continue reading →

Y’all know Attack of the Lesbian Activist Squirrels has a theory that ABBA was among the first (or best) to master the use of music to imbed pre-planted bullshit in the population. How else to explain how Swedish Disco, which … Continue reading →

I never watched much TV. Now I watch less. Same for movies. I don’t know if commercial storytellers suck more (“It’s Cinderella Part IV, with black lesbians!”) or I’ve changed. I suspect it’s the latter. TV and movies (and most … Continue reading →

Hat tip to The Forty-Five.

It’s my blog and my imagination and I can have my respected elder step out of the forest. So, there he was. His eyes twinkled. He always had a smile. He was so much older than me. Wiser, and a … Continue reading →

The thing about grouse hunting is that I suck at it. See that adult thing? I could imagine or pretend that I’m awesome and always come home with my bag limit of birds. It wouldn’t be true. I don’t limit … Continue reading →