I Slept Through 55% of Game Three

I took off my headphones after the fourth inning. I was still awake two outs into the top of the fifth, but that was it. I fell asleep with about 55% of the game still to go.

Fortunately, the Astros never scored again. It was 9-3 Red Sox when I zonked out, and it ended 12-3. The Red Sox are up two games to one. Game four is tonight at 8:00ish so I expect to fall asleep halfway through. I’d hang in there if it were a 7:00 start like real baseball, but this isn’t real baseball. This is nationally televised baseball which doesn’t take actual fans into account at all.

I can say one thing about tonight’s game. After Schwarber hit that grand slam in the second inning giving the Red Sox their third grand slam in two games, I think it’s a safe bet that they won’t hit another grand slam. If they do then we have to start talking about destiny and goofy shit like that (or do we have to start talking about gambling and the much favored Astros throwing the series?) and I don’t want to do that. I’ll settle for a handful of run of the mill three run home runs. That’ll work for me.

Feeling the hype in a big way, yet still trying to remain cautiously optimistic and not get too cocky while watching grand slam after grand slam after grand slam.

Yet Another Grand Slam

I had a bad nights sleep last night thanks to a naughty smoke alarm. I was really hoping the Red Sox would take a huge early lead so that I could go to sleep worry free.

Then came the bottom of the second. Six runs including four from the third grand slam in two games.


Of course, 6-0 against the Astros hardly feels comfortable.

Keep up the good work, Red Sox.

Game Three is Underway

Game three of the ALCS between the scuzzy Houston Astros and the Heroically Heroic Boston Red Sox is under way. After one inning there is no score.

Wait, what? No score? But… that’s not how these two teams do it, is it?

Into the top of the second, Eduardo Rodriguez is looking pretty good on the mound. Here’s hoping it continues.

And right on queue, Rodriguez has struck out the side in the second. The Red Sox are coming up.

Let’s get this done, Red Sox.

Litter Box Blues

To celebrate Ms Patches’ 11th adoptaversary we bought her a swanky present. A shiny new litter box. Her first litter box was a fully enclosed box. A few months ago we wanted to move her from the back door entrance way to the old bathroom but her litter box wouldn’t fit. We bought a new one that wasn’t an enclosed box, just your normal every day standard cat box. Today we realized that after all that time in the closed up box she had… well… apparently… taught herself to piss sideways. In the old box she would pee on the inside walls. In the replacement box she would still try to pee on the inside walls except there were no inside walls. She was standing inside the litter box and somehow missing. Not all the time, but some of the time.

So we bought her a new enclosed box and moved it back to the back door entrance way. We’re sorry kitty. We’re sorry for moving you in the first place and we’re sorry for moving you back. She’s one confused cat today. Again, sorry kitty. She can take solace in the fact that I cleaned up the mess in the old bathroom so she won’t have to do it herself. You’ve got that going for you, Missy.

Okay, that’s enough cat biology talk for today (assuming she actually uses the new litter box and doesn’t start shitting in the shower again like she did that one time).

Now we can concentrate on the important stuff. Stuff like Jen making breakfast for dinner tonight, and a certain Boston based baseball team’s playoff game.

11 Years Ago Yesterday

11 years ago yesterday, I wrote this:


We own a cat.

Her name at the shelter was Panache. We might try to change that. She’s black with white feet, much like Floyd was.

They told Jen to pick a room and let her out there. We chose our bedroom. She dove right under the bed and wouldn’t come out. We took turns sitting with her. She’d poke her head out now and then. While we were eating dinner she came out to say hello.

Progress is being made.

Happy belated cat adoption day to the fifth member of our family, Miss Patches, formerly known as Panache, also known as Cat, also also known as Kitty, also also also known as about two dozen other names.

Portrait Cat

In honor of today’s Apple Event, I took two desk pics of Patches in portrait mode, using the 1x lens.

Happy M1 MacBook Pros day*!

*Based on rumors. The event might still be going on but I haven’t checked in. Hopefully there will be new MacBook Pros. Covid-Christmas II is coming, after all.

No More Beeps

The smoke alarms stayed quiet for the rest of the night. I lost an hour sleep but that’s worth it for not having the house burn down. We briefly had a theory for what happened (other than it needed a battery swap). I put the dishwasher on before we went to bed and it looks like something small and plastic fell off the rack and landed close to the heat coil. That seemed likely until we did the math. The dishwasher would have been finished a few hours before the alarm went off. Oh well.

Fear the Walking Dead wasn’t terrible last night. It wasn’t good, but it was fair. Other than the laughably stupid light house thing where they decided light houses point straight down, of course. My beef is the same beef that I’ve beefed since Scott Gimple took over as show runner on the main show in season four. Last night was the season premier and we saw exactly one main cast member. One. The season is 16 episodes and the cast is lucky (I should put that word in quotes) if they work in half of them. This one had a character I was interested in, a little at least, but there will be entire episodes that don’t have a single character worth watching. It’s the Gimple way. World Beyond was fair at best too. We’re three episodes into the final season and we basically spent the whole hour introducing new people. Maybe when we look back on the whole thing we’ll realize we learned something important this week, but it sure just feels like prep work right now. Uh. Why do I care?

Red Sox/Astros ALCS game three is tonight at Fenway. Eduardo Rodriguez goes for the Red Sox. We need a big game from everyone tonight. We took the home field advantage away from them with the game two win, we need to hold it. The fewer trips to Houston we have to make, the better. Are you feeling the hype? I am.

Okay, folks. Time to go to work. Have a good one.

3:45 AM

3:45 AM I’m awakened from a nice happy sleep by the smoke alarm in the hallway.

Beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep. then silence.

Wait a couple of minutes… nothing.


I know it was the hallway because they have an indicator light that turns on if they detect something. The indicator light for smoke is on, but not carbon monoxide.

Wait a couple more minutes… nothing.

Well now what?

I changed the batteries and now I’m sitting up for a while to be certain nothing is going on.

Happy Monday, everyone.

FTWD Bad Writing Moment of the Week

Spoilers ahead, two paragraphs down. Nothing specific, but be warned.

Every episode of Fear the Walking Dead seems to have one moment where they tried to write something cool without having any grasp on the way things work in reality.

There was a scene tonight where they were fighting off zeds in heavy fog at night. They had been hiding inside a lighthouse. They turned on the lighthouse light in order to see what they were doing… at the base of the lighthouse… because none of the writers have ever seen how a lighthouse works.