Rantswers® 10.1

I feel like tepid shit, sitting here at my desk peering through a fog of exhaustion and muscular soreness from overwork on yesterday.  Yeah, the shit I put myself through.  However, the yard won’t take care of itself.  At least not yet.

Rantswers® 10.0

I was sad to note that the last iteration of Rantswers® happened way back in 2015.  Funny how life can get busy and straight-out bend you over, prison style.  I hinted at doing this in my last blog, and so here you are, Rants Army.  Also,

Rantswers® 9.1

Everyone has been very patient with this edition of Rantswers®.  I waited for input as long as I dared, but someone who will remain unnamed

Rantswers® 9.0

Hello, good morning.  Or, as I prefer to say, “Morning.”  Most – not all – of my mornings usually suck ass, therefore my method of greeting.  Odd that those correspond almost one-to-one on Mondays through Fridays.  Perhaps it’s something to do

Rantswers® 8.2

As promised, here’s the second half of the Rantswers® of the eighth edition.  I know I kept you all waiting, but you know, the weekend, beer, work, and

Rantswers® 8.1

Hi there all y’all in the Rants Army!  Yeah, I got good and buzzed – well, maybe more than that, truth be told –  before I attempted the below Rantswers® to your awesomesauce questions.  After some months of

Rantswers® 8.0

Well, shit has more or less settled.  I went from moving to fixing to new job to… insanity… and then NaNoWriMo (which I rocked – check the front page swag and shit!).  I finally feel free enough to do another Rantswers®. 

Rantswers® 7.2

Hey, hey now.  Stop that.  No, I mean it, or you’re going to your rooms.  Okay, thank you

Rantswers® 7.1

Okay you bunch of masochists, here you go.  I’ve cooked up a great Coors-powered

Rantswers® 7.0

It’s been a wild ride here in Kansas and shit is getting ready to be even more awesomer.