Monthly Archives: November 2012

Some days you don’t. Which is, of course, the downside of the “post every day” rule. Just finished this month’s arsenic caps, which put actual green foldy stuff in pocket. The wood stove fund now feels less like faking it. … Continue reading →

Seriously. It’s pathetic. It’s like I’m playing Batman or something. I’m always fiddling with the stuff on my belt. This is too long, that’s in the wrong place. Seriously, it’s like a 1 7/8 X 32 inch pocket protector. Now … Continue reading →

Being a government of one, I guess I can be irresponsible with money if I want to. At least I’m being irresponsible with my own money. After cancelling this morning’s trip to the wonderful, magical place because there was no … Continue reading →

Honey, you seriously don’t want to hear the answer to that. I should be saying something really snarky right now, but I’m speechless.

Ever since the Great Cosmic Apocalypse of November 7, republicans have been publicly immolating themselves over their helplessness and irrelevancy at the ascendence of the Global Socialist State or something. While statists of any stripe are welcome to go to … Continue reading →

Can you imagine it? Some oaf – probably a smelly bearded old desert bum – had the effrontery to buy my wood stove! I have to wait a week before the store will have another. Bummer. The good news is … Continue reading →

Via Linoge, the horrifying story of a prole with the gall to confront ideology with reality. Reality won, and where oh where shall we hide?

I sent the ebook off to the editors this morning. Early review, not in so many words: “Are you crazy?” It may still need a little work. My neighbor D has been after me to go with him to the … Continue reading →

Available free here. I’ve read it, and it’s really good. These days, law enforcement at all levels — from the local cop shop to obscure federal agencies — uses snitches to trap ordinary people. Snitches tell lies that send their … Continue reading →

And put the damned phone down. Nobody’s coming in time to save you. Speaking of dumb ways to die, the Reluctant Paladin brings us a classic. The driver stayed on the phone with her husband for a bit after the … Continue reading →

Heartlessly stolen from Claire, and I don’t know where she found it.

Maxine Waters is off the hook for “ethics violations*”, and now free to finally get that chairmanship she’s always been unfairly deprived of. House Ethics Committee cleared of racism charges. The committee’s findings, along with the 137-page report from Billy … Continue reading →

Had some graphics issues, plus I was distracted by shiny things. But I hope to have a draft ready for editing in the next few days.

So it looks like we’ve got three new full-time gulchers here at the Secret Lair. I’d name them, if I could tell them apart. And if I weren’t going to, you know, betray their confidence, murder them at the end … Continue reading →

Poor Ghost. It’s one thing when his weekender friends abandon him, that happens every Sunday and he’s used to it. But when they reject him, he doesn’t know what to do with that. A little background here: Ghost was once … Continue reading →

…and I feel much, much better about every single aspect of my life.

The room had gotten brighter, so it had to be somewhere near seven in the AM. I was still in bed, finger-fencing with Zoe when the dogs went spontaneously to Defcon One. I swear they were shaking the walls. I … Continue reading →

Over the past few weeks, some local contractors have been gradually burying M’s Dome under the Auld Sod. M – AKA Ian – was very interested to see the progress for obvious reasons. So when he came by yesterday we … Continue reading →

A few days ago I got an invitation to come to Thanksgiving dinner with some neighbors. I don’t holiday much myself, but that’s not really a rule. “Don’t turn down free food,” now, that’s a rule. “Nothing fancy,” said my … Continue reading →

So last night I was watching a movie on the ‘pooter that I’ve seen six times before. And I was a little bored, just sort of mentally coasting and waiting for the good part. And I drew my pistol, opened … Continue reading →