Monthly Archives: March 2014

Dog Logic And Firewood Levers: Part III

Posted on March 30, 2014 by Adaptive Curmudgeon

I was cold, stuck in the snow, and on a fools errand. I was in a Jack London story. You know what ties together all those guys who died in Jack London’s books? None were holding a long handled round pointed shovel. Losers! Continue reading →

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Dog Logic And Firewood Levers: Part II

Posted on March 29, 2014 by Adaptive Curmudgeon

“It is -16 in March and you’re standing next to a shoulder high pile of snow. From my point of view this is the firewood equivalent of the zombie apocalypse.” Continue reading →

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Dog Logic And Firewood Levers: Part I

Posted on March 28, 2014 by Adaptive Curmudgeon

It’s not all brawn. If I relied solely on studliness to fell, buck, cut, split, stack, haul, and move everything I’d have arms like Popeye right up until they buried my exhausted body in a plastic coffin because I’d burned the wood one. Continue reading →

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Finally a Cat Update

Posted on March 22, 2014 by cadmiumredlight

Mrs. Curmudgeon here. For those of you who have not been following the saga of The Cats at Curmudgeon Compound – catch the hell up! Cat Mafia, I Have Defeated the Cat Mafia, Chipmunk Wars 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, … Continue reading →

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Curmudgeon Haiku

Posted on March 20, 2014 by cadmiumredlight

Mrs. Curmudgeon here. A.C. is in an undisclosed location at present. No! He is NOT in jail – Jeez you guys! Where your minds automatically go… it’s training of some kind for the day job, I think. He doesn’t always … Continue reading →

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The Foxinator: Part III

Posted on March 14, 2014 by Adaptive Curmudgeon

“This will train them to be super killer fox eating monster chickens!” Continue reading →

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The Foxinator: Part II

Posted on March 13, 2014 by Adaptive Curmudgeon

Is it a bad sign that I recognized some of the names of her chickens? I don’t remember the names of people. Sometimes fine people. Upstanding, considerate, fully realized human beings with whom I’ve worked and socialized for years and I’ll forget their name. It’s not that I dislike them. I just…. well I’ve got no excuse. Continue reading →

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The Foxinator: Part I

Posted on March 12, 2014 by Adaptive Curmudgeon

Discussions between Mrs. Curmudgeon and her friends happen on a wavelength I don’t generally hear. I expected to hear nothing and care less. There are certain phrases, however, which catch my attention. Continue reading →

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On Levers

Posted on March 10, 2014 by Adaptive Curmudgeon

In a different life I was into 4×4 “rockcrawling”. Rockcrawling is to driving on dirt as gulping tequila is to sipping wine. Continue reading →

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