Author Archives: Joel

For days we’ve been treated to afternoon thunderboomers, some of which dumped a lot of water. On all sides of us, but never quite here. Until yesterday afternoon. Around four we were the lucky winners. A desert storm can dump … Continue reading →

No more teachers, no more rule books, no more … geiger counters for a while! That’s what I was promised yesterday. We were DONE! HAH! Grumble. I’m getting awfully busy for a retired guy. I’ve got wood to cut (and … Continue reading →

He said his son shot one of the bears, then called authorities to notify them of the kill. The other two bears ran off. He said his son could have just buried the animal and not said anything to law … Continue reading →

Heh. H/T to the Adaptive Curmudgeon.

Some of the locations they demoed are far too public, of course. But it’s an idea I’d never considered. It seems kinda fragile, and I’d sure use a cable. But it does get me thinking of dead-drops that don’t involve … Continue reading →

As promised, and sooner than I expected to see it. I should have looked closer at how they were blocking scenes, though. Bastard’s pointing a machine gun at my [Landlady’s] Jeep! And there’s some skinny old guy who wandered on … Continue reading →

Wait. I can: Travel to exotic, far-away lands Meet new, exciting people And kill them But I can’t fart in front of them?

Seen (along with a bunch of others) by ML and Claire.

… this is one of my biggest gripes about wading into fact- and data-laden poo-flinging arguments with anti-gunners about crime rates and murders-per-100k and so forth. The correct answer is “Where the hell do you get off thinking you can … Continue reading →

GC Guy’s Mom: “Hey, I just heard there was an earthquake in Washington DC!” Me: “Was anything nuclear-powered?  We need another meltdown!” No, I’m not above profiting from the misfortune of others.  Why do you ask?

Pull yer head outa the window, fergoshsake! Go here and click for embiggenment.  See if lols don’t ensue. H/T to Balko.

It seems the Washington Monument is not, in fact, tilting. Whew.  Sure wouldn’t want anything to happen to our masters’ monuments.  Especially not the phallic ones, because our masters compensate for far too much already.

Look, just because I’m a hermit doesn’t mean I’m a gentle monk in harmony with nature, okay?  ‘Cause I’m not.  Sometimes I’m in direct conflict with nature, and when that happens I like to win.  Usually that involves one-on-one battle … Continue reading →

Gun Owners: Are You Compensating for Something? That’s a question guaranteed to raise my ire before I even click on the link. Turns out she doesn’t mean it in a bad way… *Also it’s hard to get my gigantic penis … Continue reading →

Why would ol’ paranoid Joel feel ambivalence about nosy neighbors? “…when the zombies show up, you want your neighbors to tell you about it. Even if you think they’re nosy.”

I haven’t paid much attention to the Gunwalker Scandal here, not because I don’t think it’s important but just because it’s so much more competently covered elsewhere.  But this Pajamas Media article that has been getting so much play everywhere … Continue reading →

When I saw Claire had linked to a NYT article about dollar stores. I expected the article to be condescending, that is: Not Claire.  She gets it. I confess with some embarrassment that I was late coming to dollar stores.  … Continue reading →

You see a picture like this, and you just know fun is about to ensue for somebody. Naturally it’s that bastard Ian. He gets all the fun. While he was gonna be in the gulch anyway he brought some friends … Continue reading →

You shoulda seen the poor boys. Ghost just crawled under the sink and refused to come out for any reason less compelling than hamburger – and then he went straight back under the sink. Little Bear got his tail stepped … Continue reading →

…and I even kinda like their friends. But get them all together in one chattering bunch for a four-hour party, and – OVERLOAD! It’s official. I’m a hermit. I’m also a day late for shit-shoveling. And I hear somebody approaching … Continue reading →