Category Archives: curmudgeonhood
She’s cuddling him to get ahead in the dog-eat-dog world of zoos and nature preserves.
Norm MacDonald is another in a series of ‘3 Stooges’ kind of guys, not that his humor is any kind of the same, but that women don’t get him. What the fuck up is with women?
I stopped bowling because putting on shoes that are not mine is gross and weird. In the nineties, I guess. Don’t ask me to don somebody else’s clothing. How did that even become a thing.
If I pay you an extra fifty dollars, I don’t want you to pinch me less hard, I want you to stop fucking pinching me. That’s why “more legroom” coach is such a hard sell. Yes, it’s better than regular … Continue reading
If we admit them, we’ll have to admit a slave state too. It’s more complicated than it looks.
The twenties were the best. Hardly anyone you knew was dying.
If you’re so attracted to light, there’s a god damn sun on all during the daytime you can feel free to mob. Fucking things.
It is the Lord’s will that you not remain sober all the days of your lives. It pleases Him that you do not.
Who are the adults of the adult world? Lawyers. That’s why everybody hates them, and nobody can do without them.
In a Vanity Fair story: “Recent allegations made by media commentator Judge Andrew Napolitano about G.C.H.Q. being asked to conduct ‘wiretapping’ against the then president-elect are nonsense,” the British spy agency said in a notably pointed statement. “They are utterly … Continue reading
People, the only reason we know about things is the press. People. We wouldn’t know about Russia or China or global warming or Trump or Wikileaks without the press. We wouldn’t know fuck-all. The press is *how* we’re free. People, … Continue reading
We die more complicatedly and with more nuance than ever before. In comparison, the ways our fathers and mothers died were larks, pieces of cake. Smug, but as citizens of the 21st century, the best century, we’re entitled to be smug. I … Continue reading
I saw them on a trip Deep South, and then again on another trip Deep South, during the last few months. They are spectacular. Clearly, they are not spectacular in the way that bombs exploding or cop cars careering through … Continue reading
I fucking told you so.
that Passat commercial with the woman who gives the ‘fuck me’ glance to the guy who knows the lyrics to ‘Rocket Man’
is wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. I am not happy with Volkswagen commercializing fuck-me glances. Not happy.
This pell-mell stampede toward reducing everything to a list is killing me. Are we that stupid? Are the media that cynical? Are we now god damn babies who can’t think or attend to anything unless it’s in bullet format? Hell: … Continue reading