just a bunch of this-or-that from an ageing, sweet-bitter, consume-to-survive skeptic expat
What do you call it, dear worst-reader? After attempting a google search here and a wiki peak there, I'm as confused as ever. Is it... Mud Bogging Mud Pit Racing Mud Run Peanut Butter Mud Race (seriously, I found this in a search and the name comes from the colour of the mud) Deep Pit? …
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https://vimeo.com/184028703 http://www.chasingbubblesmovie.com/ Warning: major spoiler alert. This is a really cool little documentary. If you can call it a documentary. If you don't call it a documentary then what do you call it? A movie? A film? A TV show? A theatrical trailer for a film that is actually a warning to future generations about the pitfalls of... …
News link that motivated this post: "Noam Chomsky: People Who Didn’t Vote For Clinton To Block Trump Made A ‘Bad Mistake’" | HuffPost Noam Chomsky thinks that those who sat out or protest-voted this election have made a mistake. Is the ageing über intellectual right? Don't get me wrong. I was for Clinton. Well, I was for Clinton …
Obviously it's hard to see. Reason? Sight. It's really that simple. Sight is not the ability to see. But see what, dear worst-writer? Well. Let me tell you, dear worst-reader. While walking Beckett the Killer Pug this afternoon, I came across something that I see all the time. In fact, I see it without sight. …
Due to (technical) knowledge constraints I thought I overcame, I recently gave up hosting my blog with AWS. According to the conspiracy theorist inside my third-eye, I think the problem I had hosting at AWS was due to the fact that they couldn't up-sell me and my lolly blog from being free-tier to being (insert $-amount) …
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Due to broken family relations, I attended a few bible study classes in my early years. At the time, while sitting in the back of the class, I didn't think much of it. According to my mother, I had to go, I was paying my time. In later years recollection of those classes both haunts and …
Well, dear worst-reader, obviously I'm not smarter than Hillary Rodham Clinton. But does that matter at this point? It most certainly does not. I suppose there is no better subject to tackle after a two-month hiatus of worst-writing and an incredible 18 month long batshit election. And so... I tried. I've really tried. I have …
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