The Hellish Handbasket

  In the past two days, two people have asked me if I'm really a chronic malcontent. I've been complaining in this space since, what...

I'm not seeing anything funny to blog about these days. The world is in chaos, the helpless are suffering ... I'm starting to think ...

Happy effing new year, readers. All 10 or 12 of you. I hope this year all your pleasant dreams come true (and none of the nightmares). Me,...

I've had a problem with ants at the Love Shack since I moved here over ten years ago, but with these warmer winters, the little beggars ...

I realized last night as I tried to fall asleep after watching back-to-back episodes of The Walking Dead on the re-run channel, few things g...

It's the end of the year again, time to get maudlin over mistakes made and opportunities missed. All those wasted moments spent networki...

I generally don't post in forums or in the comments sections of articles or blogs, although I get a lurid thrill out of lurking on the p...

The moon must be aligned with Uranus or something. Fruit basket upset! Everyone important to me seems to be on the move. My jet-set sister, ...

As I slide down the dark tunnel toward winter, I'm embracing my inner curmudgeon by de-connecting from social media. I started with Link...

When I am sitting like a blob at networking functions, or ripping along the freeway cursing out slow drivers, or picking cat hair out of my ...

Hey, all you chronic malcontents, here's a question for you:  Is there some new meaning of the word twiddles ? Like, is it a new euphemi...

Yesterday I had a job interview in Tigard, which is a... I guess you would call it a suburb of Portland, although you can't tell where o...

My mother and I went out to celebrate. I'm celebrating the completion of my doctorate. She's celebrating the completion of her stint...

As I count down the days to my oral defense, I have done my best to take each day as it comes, free from expectations and judgment. That Zen...

Greetings from the Chronic Malcontent. There is more than one of us, as you may have discovered. I'm the one that illustrates her prolif...

In two weeks I will be unemployed. I have mixed feelings about it. When I imagine not having to use obsolete technology to teach keyboarding...

Everyone is unhappy, mostly about work. Does it seem that way to you? My sister, a published author and expert in her esoteric field of art ...

Yesterday I drove to the campus in Wilsonville for our quarterly in-service. Some time back one of the program directors thought it would be...

The theme for January is always the same: Do it differently than I did last year. Don't eat so much, eat better food, get more exercise,...

The fragility and unpredictability of life hits home this week, with the Oregon mall shooting and now the mass shooting at a Connecticut ele...