The Usual Stuff

Daily writing prompt
What do you wish you could do more every day?

There are a lot of things I wish I could do more of every day. There will be no surprises here. It will be all things that I write about here all the time.

  • Spend more time with my wife
  • Spend time with my step kids. We’re empty nesters, so spending any time at all on a daily basis would be an increase
  • Music. Playing it, writing it, recording it, listening to it, breaking it down and analyzing it in such a way that I know a single piece inside and out and backwards and forwards. You know, the usual stuff
  • Taking pictures. Using the word, “photography” just feels so above my skill level. I’m not a photographer, I am a nerd who takes pictures. I see a clear difference between the two things
  • Watching good TV and movies
  • Reading good books… or bad books if they are fun
  • Sleeping… ah, yes
  • Enjoying the outdoors. That’s a little sarcastic given that the weather in my neck of the woods comes in two flavors these days: Bitterly, painfully cold and soaking, drowning wet.
  • Spending time with family and friends. Two things I barely ever get to do these days that I would like to do again someday

Like I said… the usual stuff.

Saturday. I Promise

I am going to work in the office today and tomorrow. There won’t be any time for morning music. There isn’t even time to post this world-shattering blog entry.

Saturday… I will play guitar on Saturday. I’ll setup some GarageBand files tonight and tomorrow. Maybe a couple of re-recording things and an entry or two for the Record Every Month challenge that I haven’t even given a single thought to yet even though it’s March 21st.

I promise.

AppleTV+ Was Messing With Me

There are so many good Science Fiction shows on AppleTV+. It’s a little crazy. Severance, For All Mankind, Silo, Foundation, Invasion. They are all killer shows. The latest is Constellation, which is weirding me out like mad. There will be eight episodes in this first season. Episode Seven was released today.

So there I was, trying to watch the new episode while sitting up in bed. Suddenly, without warning or provocation, the video started lagging. It went from, huh? to bad to worse quickly. I closed the app and opened it again. When it launched the episode it crashed. I tried again. It wouldn’t launch the episode at all.

I did what The IT Crowd always said to do, I turned my computer off and on again. Reboot city, population me. Did it work? Nope. When the episode tried to launch, the AppleTV+ app crashed. Over and over again.

Shit.

I tried to outsmart it. I know, thought me, I’ll watch something else on another app for a while. That will make AppleTV+ jealous so that it will work for me the next time I try it.

Success. Five minutes or so of Penny Dreadful season two episode five was all it took to guilt AppleTV+ into working again. I was able to finish the new episode of Constellation.

Don’t be a jerk, AppleTV+. I needs me my Sci Fi.

Welcome to Spring (He Said Sarcastically)

I posted yesterday about how happy I was that Spring officially started last night at 11:06pm my time.

I woke up this morning all pleased that it was officially Spring at last, even though the temperature was still low and I knew it wouldn’t make any real difference to anything at all.

Then, while driving to work, mother nature did what she often does. She kicked me in the nuts.

It started to snow.

Well, of course it did!

Happy “Spring” everyone.

So Much Hate

Daily writing prompt
What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?

Spoiler alert, I am probably going to swear a lot in this post. You’ve been warned.

I hate tattoos. I really hate them. I really fucking hate them. My wife has one, but she got it before we met and I immediately taught myself to not be bothered by it. It wasn’t hard for me to do because she’s amazing and I am crazy about her. Crazy enough to barely even see her tattoo. Her tattoo is okay by me. Every other tattoo….

I fucking loathe tattoos. I can’t state that strongly enough. I hate tattoos as much as I hate fascists. I hate tattoos as much as I hate the maga cult. I hate tattoos almost as much as I hate the New York Yankees. That’s a lot of hate.

I mean I really… fucking… hate… tattoos. I really fucking hate tattoos. Are you picking up what I am putting down? I hate them… a lot.

So no, I don’t want a fucking tattoo. No, I am not planning on getting a fucking tattoo. I am not going to scar my skin with a permanent mark that looks like mud that will never, ever wash off. No. Fuck tattoos. I am never getting a fucking tattoo.

My wife’s tattoo is okay by me. Every other tattoo? No fucking way.

Dig it?