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Reminds Me, Wicked Witches And Things

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 […]

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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 […]

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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. […]

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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 […]

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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 […]

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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 […]

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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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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 […]

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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. 

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Water Pool In Tesla X Spoiler

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. I have to admit, […]

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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 […]

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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 […]

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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 […]

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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, […]

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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