Stop the Magic
Greetings once again, my fellow curmudgeons. This past week, I found myself thinking about how deeply I loathe magic. I suppose it's just...
Chinese Torture
Do you all know what Three Cup Chicken is? How about Yun-Nan Pork? Happy Family? Sautéed Three Jades with Garlic Sauce? The Curmudgeon...
The Last Straw
Back when yours truly was just a little Curmudgeon (this was in the olden days, when years still began with the numeral 1), a lot of...
GUEST CURMUDGEON: Checkout Chatterbox
This week, we welcome a new guest complainant, author Debby Dodds (see her bio at the bottom of this page), offering a grocery store...
Pretty Blind
"I just believe that most people are basically good at heart," said the woman who was presently sharing her ideas about how to get along...
Our Declining Language (part 11 in an endless series)
These days, protests are all the rage. People of all ideologies are taking their messages to the streets. And the Curmudgeon says amen to...
Speed Writing
I was out with friends at a bar the other night. Please don't look so shocked. I do have friends and I do occasionally socialize. Not...
Shirts in Captivity
Life, dear readers, is chock full of mysteries. I still haven't figured out why hotels insist on putting the coffee pots in the...
Black Talk
"The black man in America is the most-copied man on this planet, bar none. Everybody wanna be [black], but nobody wanna be [black]."...
How Toilets Work
Women, you may want to step outside for this one. It could get ugly. . . . Are they gone? All right. Now, guys, I don't know who it was...
Our Declining Language (part 10 in an endless series)
This installment of Our Declining Language (an ongoing feature here at The Weekly Curmudgeon) offers visual evidence that some people...
Pipe Down
Sir, I really don't want to listen your whistling. I really don't. I understand that your heart is so happy that you feel inspired to...
Whatever
Throughout the works of Shakespeare (William, that is, not Ralph), we see countless examples of characters verbally sparring back and...
Bad Reviews
I often wonder how it is that someone with a glaringly obvious lack of writing talent acquires a position as . . . a writer. For some...
Extra, Extra
I miss the simpler times. Phones made phone calls. Cameras took pictures. Maps showed where things were. And everyday transactions were...
