Idle Thoughts and Other Comments
Random ramblings from a curmudgeon spanning two millenia.
What is the worst smelling thing in your house? If you answered the cat’s litter box you’re probably wrong. And if you went there in the first place you should probably be changing the litter more often. I’ll give you a hint, it’s in your kitchen. (Please tell me your cat’s litter box is not in your kitchen.) […]
“Hello, my name is Curmudgeon, and I’m a nerd.”
The crowd murmurs “Hello Curmudgeon.”
“Well it’s been kinda a tough week. I mean, it’s been months since I even so much as downloaded a new app for my phone. But my wife, Snowball, she keeps bringing home these cool tech toys from work like some cruel, 21st-century, junkie dealer. I try not to touch them or even look too close. Then the other day she brought home this little pc board with LEDs that emulated a six-sided dice piece. I broke! I fell off of the no-tech wagon! I wrote two programs in a language called Python to measure the accuracy of the randomness. And then I made it even worse by looking up the website for the pc board and learning how that gets programmed. I’m sorry! I couldn’t help myself! I need to make amends!” […]
This simple method came to me in a flash of brilliance while my wife was watching one of those entertainment shows. The method is
Don’t Take Naked Pictures of Yourself!!!!
Taking these pictures and then whining about them getting posted is like banging your head on the wall for an hour and them whining about having a headache.
I would write more on the subject if it wasn’t such a bullshit thing to begin with and I’m not gonna waste my time. Quit being so stupid sheeple.
My todo list is so long I can’t decide what to procrastinate about first.
Not too many years ago, when you saw someone walking down the street talking to himself, you figured he was crazy and a person to be avoided. But these days its not so easy to tell if the guy is crazy or just talking on his cell phone. Of course he may just be pretending to have a cell phone.
I have a cell phone but I text more than talk with it. Now, I’m not making any comment on mental illness. My wife is constantly asking me what I said to her and it was just me sorting things out aloud. Maybe this is why people cross the street away from me when I’m walking. Hmm.