Tonights playlist with first glass of wine after day full of basement cleaning… Hold a sec. That’s right. That’s how I roll between Xhrist’s birth-death-day and the beginning of yet another worst-year: I clean, at the behest of my better-half, HER friggin’ basement. And not just clean, don’t you know. Indeed. Two car loads of […]
Month: December 2018
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Birthday In Pics
An almost moonlight river cruise… cruising by as I walk Beckett the killer pug. A few hours earlier, walking the same damn useless mut, I was wondering if a river port/harbour lost a buoy. Losing a buoy might not be such an oddity as the river’s been rising like a monster in the last few […]
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Ah, The Days Of Padding…
Yeah, I padded a resume once (or thrice). Who didn’t back in the day when the West was still ramping up its globalisation guns and aiming them at the working-stiffs still sucker enough to think the 1990s DotCom boom was gonna bring anything more than a cocktail as departure from (life and) work(force). Hence I’ve […]
Maybe I’m a little confused with all the left-wing information I consume-to-survive. I mean, seriously. It’s so hard for even a rational worst-mind to follow minuscule amounts of right-wing stuff. Especially when that stuff is supposed to be left but in fact is just part of the/a right-wing bubble. So why bother? On the other […]
Can’t remember exactly when it was. Definitely a few years back. I was shopping around, you know, consuming-to-survive, and there was this DVD set priced real cheap of House of Cards. The original, btw, not the #Americant rip-off. I bought it and ripped it to my home server and never watched one show. A few […]
Don’t you love it, dear worst-reader? Don’t you love it when those who think they know try to convince you of their all-knowing with fancy charts and other thingies? Good thing worst-writer is here, eh? I mean, when I try to counter the all-knowing of know-it-alls the only thing you can expect is all-things-worst. But […]
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That Last Bottle Of Wine Full Of Memories
Xmas Eve dinners are a big deal in worst-writer’s house. A few people are invited and some of them actually come. Since the kids are all growed-up this is mostly an adult evening. Either that or the kids are with divorcee parents. Nomatter. To begin the occasion, a bottle of champagne is opened and most drink […]
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Cruelty To The Awful More More
One of the best opinion pieces I’ve read in a while (see link below). Its only problem? It’s still too nice. The Awful that makes up my beloved & missed #Americant, that has given rise to not just $hitbag #Trump but the rise goes back to the election of a friggin two-bit actor who was […]
Disclaimer: This is not a pseudo-review of the movie The Butler and there is only one slight spoiler. My son asked me the other week if I had seen the movie The Butler. I told him I had not. When I asked if he’d seen it, to my surprise he said he had and then […]
One of the worst things about trying to follow politics, especially follow the joke that is politics in my beloved & missed #Americant, is how so many otherwise rational thinking people lose their $hit when they think there is a light at the end of a tunnel (for their politics) but instead what they are […]
Potential sub- or alternative title: Oh how pleased I am with current status of (my) audio consumption and still being able to get it on at my age. Yesterday’s evening conduit? It began with a glass of Weißburgunder and a few tunes from greatest-band-ever randomly discharged from my home network wifi to my 2015 MacBook […]
Does it matter that in all my travels, in all my years working for the man, in all those board rooms, sales pitches, project discussions, ex-wives, etc., I’ve never met a person that I look up to, admire or consider to be someone of talent or expertise. This, dear worst-reader, is the hell so many […]
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Something Else About Yellow Vests
Here’s a somewhat limited and underachieving-redneck understanding of the French Revolution1. First. While attempting over the years to read this or that about the Revolution, I learned a while back, to my great disappointment, that Marie Antoinette probably never uttered let them eat cake. Instead an author wrote years before the Revolution something like: “Let […]
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Story Of Blue M&Ms, Dinner Perfect And Gin
Preparing dinner the other night I got into a worst-photo mode. Lord knows I’ll never quite figure out how these camera-phone-computer-thingies work. But then again, with fresh blue M&Ms direct from NYC… I’m good. Nomatter. Rant on. -T PS The story of blue M&Ms is to come. Maybe.
(Deep breath:) What’s wrong with journalism is not the fakeness or the fake-newz but how it simply gets things wrong on account those practicing it (journalism) aren’t really journalist but if they are they are journalists of a new era where journalism isn’t the same as it used to be because now those who pay “journalists” […]
