Monthly Archives: December 2016
Survivalists (a word I “cling to” over the less agressive term “prepper”) communities talk like they “swing for the bleachers”. There’s a reason for this; stories about “Bert Gummer and his six truckloads of ammunition” is flashier than “Adaptive Curmudgeon manages to … Continue reading
This is Dr. Mingo. I read Adaptive’s post from a few days ago when he teased me about posting hunting photos and pulled a virtual “Rick roll”. What a bunch of whiny blather. Pics or it didn’t happen overrides all! … Continue reading
This is Dr. Mingo. Adaptive has been doing some software housekeeping in anticipation of refurbishing his cyber-bunker. In a complete failure of OPSEC, he gave me access. He made me promise that I would “use this power only for good, … Continue reading
There’s been a mild debate behind the scenes here at Curmudgeon Compound. It’s all about transparency versus paranoia. Dr. Mingo, who is the saner (and far less secretive) of the two of us, says I should post a photo of the buck. … Continue reading
Joke of the day: “I accidentally swallowed a handful of Scrabble tiles today. My next bowel movement could spell disaster.” Hat tip to Bayou Renaissance Man.