The Hellish Handbasket
The life and times of a chronic malcontent
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Art Hell: Do what you love and you'll probably starve
Vegan Hell: The atrophied malcontent admits defeat
Educator Hell: If the student failed to learn, the teacher failed to teach? Really?
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February 25, 2024
I will not regret the future
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To avoid living in the present, which is fraught with fear to the point of frantic dissociation, I am employing a technique known as visioni...
February 18, 2024
At the end of the world, might as well be nice
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In spite of the general and specific terrors of living with other humans, for some reason, I have been enjoying my interactions with people....
February 13, 2024
Not quite brain dead
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The neurologist was everything I'd expected but not quite what I had hoped for. I knew I was setting myself up for disappointment. How c...
February 04, 2024
Surreality on the fourteenth floor
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What was I saying last week about suffering being optional? Oh, brother. I stand corrected. Suffering is mandatory. It's the human condi...
January 22, 2024
Suffering is optional, and your misery can be refunded
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The Chronic Malcontent here, coming to you from open desert somewhere between Parker, AZ, and Lake Havasu City. I’m parked on a swath of BLM...
January 15, 2024
Wandering but not quite lost
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I’m writing to you from Bureau of Land Management (BLM) desert land outside of Quartzsite, Arizona. BLM land out here occupies many square m...
December 31, 2023
I feel a road trip coming on
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The end of a year inspires me to look past the daily grind of living to the broader panorama of my life. Maybe you could say I'm looking...
December 24, 2023
Got my oil changed and suvived to write about it
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I'm always shocked when my car speaks to me, but I've learned to listen when the horrible chime jangles my nerves to tell me somethi...
December 17, 2023
Happy holidays from the Hellish Handbasket
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Here we are again, heading into another holiday season. It's not my favorite time of year, because 75°F is still too cold for this hotho...
December 10, 2023
Geezers gotta get up and go
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I'm currently residing in a pretty big mobile home park. I'm not sure how many homes there are here, a few hundred, I think. I got l...
December 03, 2023
Another stupid cold holiday season begins
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As usual, the holidays stir up mixed feelings in my brain. Beyond the basics of cold, hungry, tired, or leave me alone, I often have no idea...
November 26, 2023
Digging to find the brown gopher of gratitude
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I read today that writing gratitude lists sometimes can make us feel worse rather than better. I find that news a great relief. Now I don...
November 19, 2023
Appreciating the murmur
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I would like to think I’ve evolved to the point where I live to serve, but it’s entirely possible I’m simply desperate for human company. De...
November 12, 2023
Autumnal terror in my cold old bones
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I know we are supposed to like fall, the time of harvest, first frosts, shorter days, and piles of golden leaves. In another world in anothe...
November 05, 2023
What's in your closet?
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I count myself lucky to have a relatively safe, comfortable place to live while I figure out what is coming next. My landlord and I have a w...
October 29, 2023
I need to be sedated
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Tis the season during which the residents of the mobile home park dress up in costumes and shuffle over to the clubhouse to drink strawberry...
October 22, 2023
Living life on the floor
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I have one small victory to report. With a little help from my friend, I managed to replace the support struts on my minivan's liftgate ...
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