Nov 262014
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This site is not going to tell you not to blog.

We also are not going to blow smoke at you and keep filling your little head with dreams of getting rich quick while eating ice cream in your underwear and only working for an hour a day.  Not including bathroom breaks.

We are also not going to give you advice on how to blog, how to set up a site or how to run it into the ground.  We are not going to tell you, well we probably will tell you how neat we are.  The Consortium of Coots is pretty neat.  Don’t forget it or I will crash your system.

This site is to tell stories and vent grievences.  To tell how it is without regard for anyones feelings.  If your feelbads get hurt while you are here, then you probably do not belong her in the first place.  How’s that for Cantankerous.

This site exists to be something a bit different in Blogistan.  Maybe like your strange Uncle that shows up to the family reunions and just lurks in the corner waiting to regale the young ones with stories of the past.

I intend to post Manly topics like skinning game and setting snares.  Topics that will make strong men weep freely like the loss of a good dog or the benefits of duct tape and zip ties.

If you are easily offended, get out.  If you want to be offended and argue, bring it on.  Comments are always available and contact forms abound on the site.  My email is

Just be aware, comments and contention will probably lead to a guest post request so get something ready.

That is all.



Justin is the young Coot with a Cantankerous Soul who continues to be educated by older, more cootish Ralph and Bob. His Cantankerosity is his own.

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  5 Responses to “How to blog is elsewhere, here we are Cantankerous!”

  1. Justin,
    How many ways can you skin a cat? Or do you just skin Bambi? This brings to mind how my father would chop the head of chickens so we could eat them and my brothers and I used to enjoy watching them flap around the yard. Did you ever soak bread in vodka and feed it to the chickens? They aren’t happy drunks.
    .-= Ralph´s last blog ..Beating your stats – Ipdate for March =-.

  2. My iPhone means I’m cool. Super cool. Almost a hipster.

    Hey, check this out… my cell phone has never rung. When I took it out of the box at the store, I asked the clerk how to turn off the ringer, she turned it off, and I don’t even know how to turn it on.

    Score 1 for me, dammit!
    .-= Dave Doolin´s last blog ..Are Your Rituals Serving You? (Manage your context for productivity) =-.

  3. Dave,
    Leave that phone alone. You have the best of everything. Play all the silly IPhone games you want. Call whoever you want to talk to and forget about being bothered by other people calling you. Those incoming calls are always trouble.
    .-= Ralph´s last blog ..About Asking and Howard Roark =-.

  4. Ha Ha…I love it… now that’s cantankerous Dave.. I always say, my phone is for me to call you not you to call me. That’s why I didn’t answer or throw it out the car winder… It’s turned off ringer style.
    .-= lees shizzle´s last blog ..How Social Media Drop Kicked My Blog Like Chuck Norris…..Is He Social? =-.

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