“Extended Warranty? How Can I Lose?!”

homer-simpsonI love Homer Simpson, but this is one quote I just can’t get behind.  Am I the only one, or are there others out there that start to carve shivs from salesperson writing utensils when they hear the words “would you like to purchase the extended warranty with that?”

I’ve tried everything as a remedy to the extended warranty.  I have tried buying cheep pieces of crap that can be replaced a dozen times before the expense adds up to the warranty.  I have tried buying top of the line appliances that I figure shouldn’t need an extended warranty.  I’ve tried bribing repairmen, making fake threats and even begging.  None of these has worked, with one notable exception.  (I begged a genius at the Apple Genius Bar to have mercy on me and my two year old imac that needed a new logic board.  He looked suspiciously around to see if this was a Steve Jobs orchestrated sting operation and then kindly agreed to fix it for free!)

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Redneck Sustainability: A Lesson in Reuse

yard-junkUppity folk may call it offensive, but rednecks just call it home.

There are a lot of different names for it these days.  Some now call it reuse.  Polite, cute little title.  Some still call it salvage.  Some call it practical stewardship.  Some call it scavenging or hoarding.  I just call it pickens.  Whatever title you give it, rednecks have always known about the sustainable reuse of material goods.  The ranch I grew up on had an advanced system for it.

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Ode to Walmart (or is it Lament?)

walmart-sign1Don’t think I am crusader against Walmart.  I’m not, really.  I actually applaud their stiff arm tactics to reduce waste in fuel and packaging material.  I have fond memories of wandering the 24 hour Walmart in Ft. Worth during the witching hour and trying to carry on cogent conversations with the gentlemen behind the gun counter.  (Yes, back then you could buy a gun at 2:00am, even as a youth.  Sorry, no ammo.)

But alas, Walmart, what is one to do?  

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