Category Archives: Obtuse Observations

O.O. #15

When changing the gear oil in the front differential of a four wheeler, it’s a good idea to use a funnel rather than leave the cap on the bottle until the last second; chances are when you’re trying to squeeze the bottle of gear oil into the correct position, you’ll pop the damn top off […]

O.O. #14

It’s a good bet that when parents of kids other than kindergartners voice safety concerns with regard to having kindergartners on your team, the last thing on their mind is the safety of those kindergartners.

O.O. #13

When vacuuming with hand attachments, the temptation to suck that dead leaf off of the vine of a plant really should be tempered by the possibility of defoliating the whole damn thing.  I liked the suckage capabilities of the Binford 8000 vacuum, but I’m betting Mrs. Misanthrope won’t be quite as impressed.  I wonder if […]

O.O. #12

It’s probably a futile endeavor, but for the life of me,  I can’t figure out how those who opposed Real ID could in any way support a national database for our medical records.  After implementation, I guess I’ll be using those back alley doctors I keep hearing about.

O.O. #11

When one is 20 feet up playing monkey bars in the rafters, it’s not really a good idea to pull extra hard on the air hose feeding your nail gun that happens to be wrapped three times around your ladder.  One can end up sitting on the roof for quite a while gazing wistfully at […]

O.O. #10

It appears that the United States no longer has the world’s number one economy; is it now possible for the EU to pay to defend themselves?

O.O. #9

The willingness of so many parents to ignore the antics of their self-centered children is truly astounding.  Discipline, hmm; what’s that?  I suppose we wouldn’t want to create any self esteem problems, now would we.  Grrr.

O.O. #8

The excitement over signing a buy/sell agreement on your house is quickly tempered by the realization that you have five years of stuff tucked into every nook and cranny in your house, and you have to move every last bit of it in about five weeks. I wonder if they’ll take this place furnished.

O.O. #7

Having planted a veritable smörgåsbord of fruit bearing shrubbery in the windbreak, one’s excitement that every bird in the county is finally taking notice of the buffet becomes tempered by the voluminous results of their digestion.  I think I’m starting to feel like a character in Hitchcock’s twisted mind.

O.O. #6

The day one is leaving for vacation is not a great day to find out that the IRS wants to give you a prostate exam.  Boy, this is going to be fun.