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When it comes to kitten cuteness, resistance is futile. Our wizened old barn cat is not particularly happy about the new competition. However, the superpower of kittens means the little one somehow got away with his share of food. Our … Continue reading →

I was minding my own business when I heard a sudden outburst of pitiful meows from my woodshed. I texted Mrs. Curmudgeon: “There’s another damn stray. It’s in my woodshed. The fucker had better not take a dump on the … Continue reading →

[Warning: I’m all over the place today. I’m cogitating while messing with power tools and it comes out odd. I promise this is the last time I’ll post about old crap from Sears or Montgomery Wards.] Change comes to us … Continue reading →

July 4th 2026 is coming. This is how it would be in a perfect universe. Trump and JD Vance perform the following rap duet. It’s a glorious thing. In the interest of bipartisanship, Trump hands Schumer a microphone mid rap. … Continue reading →

[I finally “fixed” some technical issues. In keeping with “pics or it didn’t happen” I’m adding photos. They should have been in the original post.] Behold the wheeled tower of milk crates. From chaos… order! This phot0 is annotated, how … Continue reading →

Yesterday I wrote this: [Note: I took a bunch of photos for this post, but they’re just not uploading. It is what it is.] Today I dealt with tech support. I know you’re expecting me to bitch about some call … Continue reading →

[Note: I took a bunch of photos for this post, but they’re just not uploading. It is what it is.] My workshop is too packed to be useful and most winters it’s froze so cold it wouldn’t be useable even … Continue reading →

I thought “bootstrapping” had three meanings. The first is a statistical method (which I’ve used and like). The second is a software approach (which I haven’t used because I haven’t needed it). The third was related to machines. I thought … Continue reading →

I’m Gen X. My youth was a more or less peaceful and sane time. At least it seemed like that. But I met plenty of what I called “Depression People”. I don’t mean that in a bad way or anything … Continue reading →

No shit, there I was… I was sleeping in a screen tent on a warm, still, moonless, September night; hooked up to my Darth Vader mask and snug as a bug in a rug. The forest decided to get cheeky. … Continue reading →