Year: 2018

Julius Caesar Killed With (Bad) Ideas Not Daggers–Just Like My Beloved #Americant

Coincidence? I finally (it's been on my to-do list for a while) started re-reading Thornton Wilder's Ides of March... in March? Actually I started re-reading it the last few days of March and casually finished it at the end of April. Reason? I had put it off long enough--and it was time. For I knew, … Continue reading Julius Caesar Killed With (Bad) Ideas Not Daggers–Just Like My Beloved #Americant →

Giving Marx A Try Or How I Found Solace In Failing Upwards And Enjoying Pseudo-Communist Poetry

Subtitle: The Body Of An Email Never Sent? Exchanges with an old friend about the system we all must live in is getting brighter and brighter, dear worst-reader. Or maybe not. After attempting to part a few worst-words about Marx to my old friend who believes with all his heart that capitalism is alive and … Continue reading Giving Marx A Try Or How I Found Solace In Failing Upwards And Enjoying Pseudo-Communist Poetry →

Life Of Nothingness Trumps Your #Trump Unless, Of Course, You’re A Step Atop Caesar’s Goo Salad Dressing

"It is a recurrent joke among writers of farces that wives rejoice in being beaten by their husbands. It reflects, however, an eternal truth--that there is a great comfort in knowing that those who love you love you enough to take the responsibility for marking out the permissible. Husbands often er--but in both directions. Caesar … Continue reading Life Of Nothingness Trumps Your #Trump Unless, Of Course, You’re A Step Atop Caesar’s Goo Salad Dressing →

For Believers And Conventionalists: May Capitalist Ideology Choke Grandmas, Puppies And Butter Your Nuts

The will to survive driven by convention. The lack of intellect culled by fear. The rearing of nation states reached its nadir. Welcome to your Dollar Dictatorship.  Ok. I've been having some correspondence problems of late. A dear old friend of mine--who is an advocate of the lie that is capitalism--and I have a general … Continue reading For Believers And Conventionalists: May Capitalist Ideology Choke Grandmas, Puppies And Butter Your Nuts →

To The Right Of The Noodles The Cute Left Rear Door Of The Mini (And That’s What She Said)

It's been another busy worst-day, dear worst-reader. It started with early day chores having something to do with goodies for evening grub consumption. The joke is always on me, though. Reason? I'm the one that has to prepare the evening grub. And I'm no good at getting the grub. But at least I can cook … Continue reading To The Right Of The Noodles The Cute Left Rear Door Of The Mini (And That’s What She Said) →

The True Face Of Greed Will Joyously Burn The Whole Thing Down Then Party Hearty

What can one say about the ugliness and the hate and the true-face of today's new & improved pseudo-bourgeoisie of #Americant? On that note, let's get it on about guns. Keep in mind, dear worst-reader, there is one thing that the shooters of Columbine, Sandy Hook, Charleston Church and Parkland have in common--other than their … Continue reading The True Face Of Greed Will Joyously Burn The Whole Thing Down Then Party Hearty →

Pseudo-Review: The Shape Of Water Not Unlike My Desire Of The Her Of All Fish

Returned from The Homeland last Monday. It was a horrible trip. It was horrible because, of the two weeks I was there, after doing some yard work for my Mom, I contracted a pretty bad skin ailment from poison ivy. In fact, as I worst-write this, two weeks after returning, I'm still itching. (But it … Continue reading Pseudo-Review: The Shape Of Water Not Unlike My Desire Of The Her Of All Fish →

Bill Clinton The Gold Digger, Hillary His Grab ‘Em By The #Trump And May Stormy Daniels Or Pre-Lawsuit Gawker Save Us All

Subtitle: Facebook's Mark Zuckerberg, Gawker's Peter Thiel and #Trump's comb-over should suck each other till there's nothing left of all. Disclaimer: This post is NSFW because of some harsh language. Good luck with that and sorry if I offended you before this warning. (Not!) You know, dear worst-reader, you should ask me. (Pause.) In fact, … Continue reading Bill Clinton The Gold Digger, Hillary His Grab ‘Em By The #Trump And May Stormy Daniels Or Pre-Lawsuit Gawker Save Us All →

Pseudo Review: Audio On The Cheap, Refurbised Used Speakers, Raspberry Pi HifiBerry Galore And Happy As A Pig In…

First pseudo-review of this sort of stuff here. Been fiddling around with audio for a few years now. About a decade ago, well into my forties, I made the mistake of purchasing a surround sound system. It was some ginormous thirty-pound, seven channel, only God knows how to setup system and after a few years … Continue reading Pseudo Review: Audio On The Cheap, Refurbised Used Speakers, Raspberry Pi HifiBerry Galore And Happy As A Pig In… →

How I Subverted The Sedition Act (Of 1918) Or Re-Read Chris Hedges’ “American Fascists”

Thoughts after first read of this book here. Obviously I've subverted nothing. I mean, come on. How can worst-writer, leader of the uselesseater union of the world and advocate for forced early retirement (as long as the women-folk and their feminism pay for it), subvert anything? Unless, of course, subversion is defined by how one … Continue reading How I Subverted The Sedition Act (Of 1918) Or Re-Read Chris Hedges’ “American Fascists” →

What Happens When You Cross Dorian Gray With The Devil Wears Prada? Worst-Writer’s Thoughts On Emma Tennant’s Faustine.

The only problem worst-writer has with this wonderfully imaginative novel about The Feminine is how, if it were a quilt, it would be sewn together with a single thread. That thread, unfortunately, is the opposite of The Feminine. I suppose, if pushed to answer what that opposite (thread) is, I'd have to say this book … Continue reading What Happens When You Cross Dorian Gray With The Devil Wears Prada? Worst-Writer’s Thoughts On Emma Tennant’s Faustine. →

Another Night Of Not Finding You-Know-Who Or How I Beat It Before Turning Sixty One Last Time

Ok. Obviously there are better things to be done on a Friday night before flying to my beloved homeland Sunday morning. The only question that remains is: what the hell to do Saturday night? In the mean time, here another fabulous quote as I re-read a book. "When individuals are finally emasculated and alone, bereft … Continue reading Another Night Of Not Finding You-Know-Who Or How I Beat It Before Turning Sixty One Last Time →

Things You Hope Are True–Especially When It’s About How To Shower Goldenly With A #Sexexpert

Or should it be "sexpert"? Yea. Sex-expert has too many syllables. More on golden showers here. Glanced across a headline yesterday about a person stuck in Thai jail saying she can spill the beans about #Trump's pee tape. Or something like that. Actually, dear worst-reader, I've been trying to forget about President Stupid and his … Continue reading Things You Hope Are True–Especially When It’s About How To Shower Goldenly With A #Sexexpert →

Lightening Bold Error And Everything Not Fine. #Uselesseater Happenings In #Eurowasteland Galore. Proper powering An RPI.

Been fiddling with a Raspberry Pi 2 for a while now to get the best sound possible to a save-some-money audio system. Even though these little, credit card sized mini-computers are über rocking cool, the only thing I can figure them for is as clients for servers. I currently have two running. RPI 3 is … Continue reading Lightening Bold Error And Everything Not Fine. #Uselesseater Happenings In #Eurowasteland Galore. Proper powering An RPI. →

Pseudo Book Review Of “Fire And Fury” Or If Only There Was More Space Between The Lines

Books with scary pictures of authors on inner or back covers should be avoided at all costs. I suppose that goes for worst-writers, too. At least that's what I used to tell myself--about real writers that actually get paid to write stuff. With that in mind, hats off to you Mr. Wolff. Which brings me … Continue reading Pseudo Book Review Of “Fire And Fury” Or If Only There Was More Space Between The Lines →