Author Archives: AdaptiveCurmudgeon

[Note: Some of my posts go live on autopilot and I’m not right there to manage things. I may not approve your comments within the first few hours. Don’t sweat it. The computer never forgets and I’ll approve as soon … Continue reading →

The debate last week bummed me out. I gave it time to simmer and let other commenters have at it. However, it seems like nobody saw what I saw or reacted as I have. Trump and Biden weren’t talking about … Continue reading →

Sometimes I have the right idea but don’t follow through. Back in 2016, I blogged my opinion on presidential election debates: “You might be thinking about watching tonight’s debates. I’d like to offer this helpful suggestion: Don’t!” I explained my … Continue reading →

This song is more about the lyrics than the sweet melody. They crammed a hell of a lot of poetry in there. Slipping metaphor in between simple hand claps like a knife in the dark. One of my all time … Continue reading →

RGB’s death played a role in my next PredictIt Market. I had a few shares in “Will Trump’s next Supreme Court nominee be a woman?” I bet YES. I made that bet about a year and a half ago. The … Continue reading →

Well, here we are. The year 2020 never fails to deliver drama. A couple weeks ago I mentioned a few of my positions on PredictIt: “I’m holding 20 shares of RUTH BADER GINSBERG as the next one to leave the … Continue reading →

It’s Friday. Time to chill the fuck out. Pour a glass of whiskey neat, light a cigar, kick back… and just listen. You won’t do anything better with the next five minutes of your life.

I’d been ill all week. Bad air hammered me until I felt dazed. Restless, I inspected my “landscaping” from the day before. It could’ve been a notable accomplishment but I’d done it on autopilot. I’d been sloppy and haphazard. Not … Continue reading →

The best part of having kids is reading them stories. My favorite was Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. If your kids (or grand kids) are of the right age, read it to them. Like Alexander, … Continue reading →