Another heatwave is coming dear worst-reader. Or should I say: worst-rider? Indeed. For I was on a short e-bike ride this morning when I happened across this. Obviously it takes a bit more than über-hot #Eurowasteland weather to melt a public trash can. Children will be boys, eh, when they play around with matches and … Continue reading Reminds Me, Wicked Witches And Things
Tag: Nonsense
Not In The Know Of All-Things Worst And Other Dream-Dreams
Disclaimer: NSFW material towards the end of this worst-post. I dreamt of waking in a cold sweat. But then quickly fell asleep again only to dream of a place from twenty years ago where a large blonde woman stands behind me while I sit at a desk attempting to research the hell out of finding … Continue reading Not In The Know Of All-Things Worst And Other Dream-Dreams
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo (heart
Woke up with a speck of Stones clinging in my heart this morning. Did I think it was a heart attack? No. But my heart hums every now and then--in the wrong musical direction. Also. The stirring had something to do with the wrong angle (of attack) from that last glass of wine last night. … Continue reading Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo (heart
Soccer Coach Dreams, Industry And Manufacturing Not Dead, A WW2 Story
Quick ride to clear my head the other day, dear worst-reader. Didn't work, though. In fact, I was so perturbed by the trek I'm sure it caused me a strange dream the night after. In short, the dream was thus: along with another male adult, I'm on a grassy knoll coaching four boys who are … Continue reading Soccer Coach Dreams, Industry And Manufacturing Not Dead, A WW2 Story
Deciphering Graffiti Of Life
Not sure where it begins, dear worst-reader. Is it their schooling? Peer pressure? Reading too much Winnetou and Old Shatterhand? For don't you know, dear worst-reader, Karl May, the writer/creator of old west stories of my beloved & missed united mistakes of #Americant, never once set foot on what he wrote so much about. And … Continue reading Deciphering Graffiti Of Life
When Worst Comes To Shove, Worst Always Wins?
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 … Continue reading When Worst Comes To Shove, Worst Always Wins?
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 … Continue reading That Last Bottle Of Wine Full Of Memories
The Great Scam In Full Bloom. Thanks #Americant.
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 … Continue reading The Great Scam In Full Bloom. Thanks #Americant.
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.
Water Pool In Tesla X Spoiler
A photograph by worstwriter! While walking Beckett, the killer pug, yesterday and picking up a package from a DHL package station--and boy do I love those package stations on account they mean I don't have to have so many working poor fellows ringing my door bell all the time--I pass by a regional Tesla dealer. … Continue reading Water Pool In Tesla X Spoiler
Under No Labels’ veneer of bipartisan civility, it’s pretty much all about corporate grift
No. Seriously. Dear worst-reader. Get a load of that article title. The word "grift" alone attracted me so much, I put my wine glass down in order to post this response... And get another bottle. And so. Grift Rant on. -T Source: Under No Labels' veneer of bipartisan civility, it's pretty much all about corporate … Continue reading Under No Labels’ veneer of bipartisan civility, it’s pretty much all about corporate grift
Reading The Footbed
Authoritarian Shoes? Yes. Authoritarians? No...? First. I'm not selling anything. Seriously. Ok. Maybe I'm selling all–things-worst. Yeah. That's good enough. Second. I've always considered two parts of my body to be more important than other parts: teeth and feet. But don't get me wrong. I don't care if teeth are white and shinny. They just … Continue reading Reading The Footbed
Pontification Galore (Or Maybe Not)
Dear Old Friend, Let me know more of the #Americant reality that is dictated by lust for fictionalised (regurgitated?) truth. I think this is also referred to as the/a mental distortion field. A common place, indeed, dear old friend. Of course. I could be wrong on account I actually liked Steve Jobs. You know, the … Continue reading Pontification Galore (Or Maybe Not)
New Shoes To Turkey Day
Walking the other day prior to cooking where I celebrate #Eurowastelanders slaughtering--as only they can--the indigenous peoples of the Americas way back when. And I do it unashamedly in the land of those same #Eurowastelanders. Does that mean I'm full gone-native now? Or should I just keep reminding them of what they've done? Silly questions, … Continue reading New Shoes To Turkey Day
German Confusion Or Re-Inventing The F-Bomb
No. Seriously. To get by in #Eurowasteland, especially since I'm gonna need some dental work soon, I sometimes sell cheese or sell t-shirts that sell cheese. -Rant on T
The Darnedest Things Around
Brisk walk this morning... No. This afternoon. Yeah, had brisk walk this afternoon. Nomatter. Get a load of that elbow, dear worst-reader. The left elbow of the dude with the fancy pig head. I've been passing by that Baroque building and statue for almost three years now. Never noticed the strange position of the elbow, though. … Continue reading The Darnedest Things Around
Wishful Roadkill On Your Dashboard And Other Worst Pics
Cute as a button how someone could put tiny animal-dolls on their Mercedes dashboard. I only wonder what they are thinking as they drive. I even went around the car to see if there was anything else to photograph. No rotting animal carcasses anywhere. Also, no USB cables or smartphone holders. Whaaaaa? I then headed … Continue reading Wishful Roadkill On Your Dashboard And Other Worst Pics
Crocs Of $hi+
"Crocs, Inc. is a company that manufactures and distributes a foam clog shoe." -Wiki The above quote says pretty much everything, eh? "Foam clog shoe..."???? Unless, of course, you're a devotee. According to the pic above, I guess, I'm a devotee. Actually, that's not true. First. Yes, I own a pair of crocs. As you … Continue reading Crocs Of $hi+
The Monk’s Happiness
Monk 2: I want happiness. Monk 1: Take out the ‘I’ and then take out ‘want’. Then you have... -Source unknown or anonymous. -Rant on. T
The Anatomy Of Corn, Puffy Nipples And The One That Got Away
What are the things you miss most as an unwilling expat? It used to be blue crabs. But I've indeed had more than my share of them. (May the God of the Chesapeake, you lovely Bitch, have mercy on my soul for all my sins!) There was also a time when I missed the #Americant … Continue reading The Anatomy Of Corn, Puffy Nipples And The One That Got Away
Caught With The Cookie In The Hand Jar
Title 2: Jar Caught With Hand In The Cookie Title 3: Cookie With The Hand Jar Caught Etc., etc. Let's figure them out, shall we? I'm referring, of course, to right-wingers. I mean, it's one thing to simply call them all Deplorables--as Hillary so brilliantly but also mistakenly did--but it's another thing to actually get … Continue reading Caught With The Cookie In The Hand Jar
And Now: #Eurowasteland At Its Finest Or How I Learned To Aim It Right
So. Like. About a year ago I was out and about on my beloved E-Bike and, as usual (at my age), I had to take a piss. Usually I find a secluded place among the urban trees but for reasons owned by men of my age bracket... when you gotta go you gotta fcuking go! … Continue reading And Now: #Eurowasteland At Its Finest Or How I Learned To Aim It Right
Things Like Doing
For example. Count the suds. -Rant on T
Scenes From Yesterday’s Bike Tour
Roof decorations on the northern most outskirts of Cologne. Cool. -Rant on T
Trying The Mirror This Evening But How Many Directions Can One Turn Away Away And Again Away?
Had about enough with #MAGA again again today. That means I spent a few hours reading the newz of my beloved & missed #Americant. I'm not sure if my interest in newz has peaked on account of #Trump or if I'm just having one of those feel-sorry for myself evenings on account I can't find … Continue reading Trying The Mirror This Evening But How Many Directions Can One Turn Away Away And Again Away?
