Author Archives: Adaptive Curmudgeon

About Adaptive Curmudgeon

I will neither confirm nor deny that I actually exist.

The Grammar Nazi Disagrees

I am… sadly… the victim of public school. Most (nearly all) of what I learned in my youth was despite their best attempts. Given sufficient resources, a public school can and will turn everything it touches into a shambling mound … Continue reading

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Odin Coffee

Mrs. Curmudgeon is the greatest person ever! She gave me a present: That’s Odinforce and Death Wish coffee by the delightfully named Death Wish Coffee Company. Plus a patch and a bitchin coffee mug: I added a present to myself. … Continue reading

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Another Dog Quote

“A dog reflects the family life. Whoever saw a frisky dog in a gloomy family, or a sad dog in a happy one? Snarling people have snarling dogs, dangerous people have dangerous ones.” Arthur Conan Doyle, The Case-Book of Sherlock … Continue reading

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Dog Quote

Wise words from Jonah Goldberg (read it all): “Here is wisdom: Have a kid? Get a dog. Want a kid? Get a dog. Don’t want a dog? Get a cat, which is like training wheels for dog ownership. Have a … Continue reading

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Enchanted Forest

I saw this on a rural coffee shop’s bulletin board. What a deal! Who wouldn’t want land that is “quite” and has life which happens to be wild? Grammar Nazi complaints notwithstanding I’m willing to be impressed by whimsy. If … Continue reading

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I’m Still Here

Just about every blog has periodic “I’ve been meaning to write” posts. This is mine. I was not merely distracted, I was more of less “off grid”. For three weeks I (mostly) ditched wifi and news. It’s not like I … Continue reading

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Chickadees And Squirrels: Part 4

The dog calmed down immediately. I retrieved the cat. “Come! Here!” “Yowwwlwlll I’m hungry.” It was no use trying to coax the cat. I picked up stroke kitty, carried it over, and set it on the ground. “I’m hungry. I … Continue reading

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