Like a previous post, the digitalisation of (worst-moi's) life continues. As usual, though, at this time of year, the mystical holiday season threw me for a loop. But what could throw worst-writer for a loop, you ask. How about the physics (the E=MC2 stuff) of Santa being able to actually deliver all those presents to the world … Continue reading Backward When Your Forward Is No More Or How Old Might Become New
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Backwards When There Is No Forward
When the end slowly reaches you all that remains is nostalgia. Boy have I got a lot of nostalgia these days. Or is it baggage? I've also got a lot of baggage that has finally reached the point of no friggin return. For example. I have around twenty years of worst-writing material laying around taking … Continue reading Backwards When There Is No Forward
When Money Talks Bullsh*t Rules
Look closely at the pic above. It is the pic of your future. Your future is now. And there is nothing to come after it. Except. Maybe. Another candidate full of Hope & Change. But I digress. In the pic above an a$$hole businessman did something that will make a bunch of a$$hole follower's hearts beat a … Continue reading When Money Talks Bullsh*t Rules
Politburo PLUTOcracy Behaviourism
https://youtu.be/FN7v544Fd4k In all of this worst-talk about elections, The Donald, the feminine losing, how it all came to pass, one very important thing has been forgotten. What is it that makes this freak show happen? If there was ever an essence to something, there is certainly an essence here. Or are we dealing with quintessence? Indeed. … Continue reading Politburo PLUTOcracy Behaviourism
Pumpernickel Love Life Or The Best Ever Name For Bread
Not sure if I never noticed it. Or. How could I have missed it? Check out the marketing on the packaging of this bread I bought the other day. Hello! College edumacated grads the world over take notice of your useless work. And while you do so, what's up with the love making couple on … Continue reading Pumpernickel Love Life Or The Best Ever Name For Bread
A Grid Computer, A Deadline, German Girls Learning American-English
How easy one forgets or just plain misses his/her history. In today's world of fancy-pants super computers masquerading as dumb-downed smartphones there was a day a long, long, long time ago where humility reigned supreme--especially when it was Friday late afternoon and one takes on a deadline for 8am Monday. At least that's how I remember my entry … Continue reading A Grid Computer, A Deadline, German Girls Learning American-English
Dizzying Constitutional Reminds Of Sailing Days
(Un)Fortunately I'm no photographer. But I could attach a toilet bowel better than the guy that built this one. Sorry for the bad pic. Can you make out the lean? I couldn't figure out how to take this pic (for posterity's sake) of our forth floor bathroom and the lopsided bowel that someone, somehow, permanently installed. Do you … Continue reading Dizzying Constitutional Reminds Of Sailing Days
Words Of Wisdom For Consume-To-Survivors (Un)knowing Of Their Caste
Caste - noun - prohibitions prevent people from marrying outside their caste: class, social class, order, social order, social division, grade, grading, group, grouping, station, stratum, echelon, rank, level, degree, set; place, standing, position, status; Hinduism varna; archaic estate, sphere. The coffee tastes metallic this morn. Has to do with my upset stomach--I think. Finally got a bit of the bug the other day. Better half already got it during our second or third week here. Now it's my turn. It's not so bad … Continue reading Words Of Wisdom For Consume-To-Survivors (Un)knowing Of Their Caste
Benefits Of Pressure Cooking, Long White Wrapping Tape Poetry, Subcontinent Blues
Bought a pressure cooker the other day. When it arrived and I unpacked it I realised quickly that lowered expectations would have served me better. But how low? This is not the continent, I remembered. Lower your expectations, my thoughts repeated. Sub and sub-par. One of the security guards who watches over our little gated … Continue reading Benefits Of Pressure Cooking, Long White Wrapping Tape Poetry, Subcontinent Blues
Pumpkin Head And The Misogynistic Nation Of Dips And Dimwits
A worst-reader sent me a email this morn. In the email I was asked the following question: What is the essence of evil? While eating breakfast, drinking too much English Breakfast tea and surfing the Interwebnets, my mind drifted to the following in its quest to find an answer. Is the essence of evil murder … Continue reading Pumpkin Head And The Misogynistic Nation Of Dips And Dimwits
Superficial Question Of The Day: What Should 7B People Do According to Mr. Jensen?
The question: What should 7 billion useless eating bottom feeder lemmings do if they are not achievers--but think they are (achievers)? Ah. The tried & true response to a grand issue stemming out of the sophomoric mindset of a pseudo (master)debater and an unbeknownst polymath (wannabe). The answer from she/he: It doesn’t really matter. But … Continue reading Superficial Question Of The Day: What Should 7B People Do According to Mr. Jensen?
Green Magic Markers, Paying, The Donald In London
Some dialogue while paying for breakfast this morn. Waiter: Sign here please. (Tommi takes the pen the waiter gives him but notices it's defect.) Tommi: Sorry mate, you got another pen? (Waiter grunts with a cockney accent and goes to get another pen; he returns with 2nd pen.) Waiter: Here. Tommi: Thank you. (Tommi takes … Continue reading Green Magic Markers, Paying, The Donald In London
Intercourse Anew Or How I See Mechanics Old
A pic I took recently. Notice how the machine is perfectly aligned. (Short pause. Blink.) Except for the camera that reflects my mind. (No pause.) There are gears that intertwine. Perfectly they glide, common yet far and wide. If I had to I'd say, admit, where this pic comes from... This is the image that a … Continue reading Intercourse Anew Or How I See Mechanics Old
Maine Subtext Drugs Promiscuity And Nice Shirts
The traffickers—these aren't people who take drugs. These are guys by the name D-Money, Smoothie, Shifty. These type of guys that come from Connecticut and New York. They come up here, they sell their heroin, then they go back home. Incidentally, half the time they impregnate a young, white girl before they leave. Which is … Continue reading Maine Subtext Drugs Promiscuity And Nice Shirts
Anti-Theist vs Atheist In The Church Pew
Anti-theist. There. I said it. (Pause.) It's who I am. The only problem is I don't feel any better by having said it. I mean, it's obviously not the same as coming out as gay or purple or a hetero who likes pink. But my therapist said that by going public with it, it will help … Continue reading Anti-Theist vs Atheist In The Church Pew
A Childhood's War On Xmas
It's not about being a bitter old man. It's not about happiness or tranquility. It's not about a xmas tree making one smile or cry--depending on the xmas tree topper. Indeed. This is a time of year to rejoice--but NOT in what you think. As I celebrate my own personal war on xmas, I do so … Continue reading A Childhood's War On Xmas
Luxury Airlines, Funny Shoe Laces And Constitutions
Going for broke. Travel broke. Just one more trip. Trip to take me away. Away from what? Xmas? Responsibility? Btw, this is the first time I'll be without my better-half on Xmas since she took me in and became my better half twelve years ago. And I'm sad about that. But when families are stretched … Continue reading Luxury Airlines, Funny Shoe Laces And Constitutions
Chancellor Of The Automatons Person Of The Year
Well, there you have it. Finally, after all these years--almost thirty years to be exact--a human female makes the big cover, the big issue. Time magazine has chosen its "person" of the year. Now. During such an occasion other (privileged) humans can see who/what... a human female that runs a really, really, really big corporation actually looks … Continue reading Chancellor Of The Automatons Person Of The Year
Who Said It Better
Adieu! Adieu! Parting is such sweet sorrow.
Some Seeds For Your Billions
It caught my eye earlier today while reading through my feeds using the Flipboard app on my iPad. For posterity's sake, I've documented the experience in the pic above. On the left is the initial link with the short summary of a BBC news article about Apple's third quarter profits. On the right is the article as … Continue reading Some Seeds For Your Billions
Don't Even Think About It
Well, dear worst-reader, so much for jokesters and hamsters. As I tried to say here, it would be fun if car makers--especially those who lie to us about emissions--had a sense of humour. But then again, how can one have a sense of humour when you know that society can do nothing to you for your … Continue reading Don't Even Think About It
Gratis = Free Bier
People ask me all the time. Why Germany? Well, the answer has remained the same for the past quarter century: girls and beer. I know. It sounds kinda lame, especially when one considers my age and desk ridden stamina. I suppose the answer should be: beer. Notwithstanding my waistline. After hearing how long I've been … Continue reading Gratis = Free Bier
Ferrari 400 Automatic And The Pillow Case
Had to get a few minor adjustments to my Alfa yesterday. Recently had four new Pirellis installed (and boy are they better than the cheap tyres I had on her before). Also, finally had passenger window repaired. After I repaired it the first time it went bust I thought it better to let a professional … Continue reading Ferrari 400 Automatic And The Pillow Case
Mr Robot Episode Names Are Cool
Just diggin' the episode names of tv series. Especially like ".asf". Reminds me of the Win95 world that so many are still stuck in. Been hearing lots about this show on the various podcast that I subscribe to. Curiosity wins, I guess. Usually I just buy discs and rip them to my library. Saved a … Continue reading Mr Robot Episode Names Are Cool
Doodle Of A Dream
Had a dream the other night. I think. Even though I can't draw worth a hoot, my best shot at an image of the dream is above. This dream started in the middle of a journey that begins at a red x (bottom left corner of the page). I think the journey was to the Red Sea … Continue reading Doodle Of A Dream