Our Declining Language (part 29 in an endless series) — Lost in Translation Edition
I suppose it's less than gentlemanly of me to mock errors by those who are attempting to communicate in a language other than their own....
A Curmudgeon Rerun: Nothing Left to Eat
I have never before rerun a rerun. But as I gaze forlornly at my scale—or rather, the section of my scale that is still just barely...
Call Waiting
Earlier today, my phone rang. It was not an unusual event; many people call me. And while yes, most of those people are offering to lower...
So WHAT?
Welcome back, readers. Before we begin the meeting, a bit of housekeeping: I’ve been told that some of my subscribers have not been...
Social Courtesy
Who knows? It just may catch on.
A Curmudgeon Rerun: "Salads are Liars"
(Originally posted 9/3/18) In an attempt to feel healthier and lose weight, the Curmudgeon has been eating mostly salad for months. And...
Is It Over Yet?
I’m generally not a fan of end-of-the-year wrap-ups. Much like those grating holiday “newsletters” from distant relations in which they...
Our Declining Language (part 28 in an endless series) — Christmas 2020 Edition
Ah, Christmas. It's that time of year when spelling errors abound, proofreaders weep in agony, and the Curmudgeon offers his annual wall...
No Joking
When introduced to new people, it’s the Curmudgeon’s view that one ought to at least try to form a favorable opinion. For the more...