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Ouch, You Klutz

Yup. Self harm. Not on purpose, just due to me being an accident prone klutz. For shame, Robert.

Last night I was walking from the kitchen to my bedroom, fully intending to jump into bed and go to sleep for the night. Instead of doing that though, I stubbed my toe on a little piece of furniture that lives next to my bed. I stubbed my toe really, really hard. Oh my fuck did it hurt. Like… I almost screamed, involuntarily. It hurt. 

My first thought upon getting myself under control so that I could think about something other than how much it hurt was did I just break my toe? At the time I didn’t think so. This morning though…

When I woke up six or seven hours later my toe still hurt. I limped a little as I walked around but I was okay. I was asking myself if I was going to be able to do my morning exercise which normally involves a lot of running in place. I thought I’d be okay. Then I put my shoes on. Nope. My foot was swollen enough that wearing a sneaker made it hurt a lot more. Nope, no running in place for me. I did my 45 minutes of exercise on our stationary bike instead.

I started wondering yet again, did I break my toe? I was pretty convinced that I did. Now, a full work day later, I don’t know. It still hurts like a mutha, but not as much as it did. Is it broken or not? I don’t know. I will live with it for a couple of days. If it doesn’t feel better by Friday I’ll go see a doctor. I think it will be okay. Well… physically it will be okay. Psychologically? Emotionally? Spiritually? Not so much… you friggin’ doofus.

I Need a Nap

I’m stressing out about home improvement projects, big time. 

1–800-GOT-JUNK was here today. I had so much shit for them to haul off that they had to send a second truck. That sounds bad because it is bad, but it’s not as bad as it sounds (talking in circles much?). The first truck was about 1/3 full before it go here and they actually fit everything into the first truck, but they had to pull a few things out from the previous stop and move them to the second truck so that they could go to a different facility because they were metal and get recycled differently? That’s what they told me at least.

The bad part is that we’re going to be scheduling another pick up next week. All of this so that we can clear out our cellar storage space so that a work crew can get easy access to the exterior walls so that they can close up any gabs between the house and the foundation. All of that so that we can qualify for a Massachusetts loan and rebate when we buy and install a new AC unit for our central air. They are coming to do the foundation stuff on June 12th and they just asked if we wanted the new AC unit on the same day. Do we? I thought we were going to wait until the fall but they said the loan and rebate paperwork will be complete by the 12th so why not do both jobs at once.

Ummm… okay?

My head is literally spinning. There’s also a customer project at work that is stressing me out too. I am just Mr Stress today. You know what would be nice? Not being stressed. That would be nice.

The good news today? I took the last week of July off from work. Turns out the new Spiderman movie comes out that week. Might we be sneaking in a matinee? Could be. 

Okay. That’s enough of a mental health minute for me. Back to stressing out.

17 Years

Hold on, let me do the math to make sure I am getting the numbers right…

2026–2009=17

17 years ago today, my best girl and I stood on an alter in front of most of the people we know and pledged our love for each other and said “I do” and got married.

That’s right, folks. Today is our wedding anniversary. Happy anniversary to my brilliant, beautiful, amaze amaze amaze bride Jen. I love you, sweetie. I love you a little more each day, and after 17 years that’s a whole ton of love!

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Hey, Screw You Ticketmaster

I’m going to a concert next week. Triumph. I saw them in 1986. It was my first concert. My Uncle Johnny took me. I was 15. Now here we are 40 years later and out of nowhere the band announced a 50th anniversary tour and I got me a ticket. Uncle Johnny is no longer with us, but he’ll be going to the show with me in spirit, I am sure.

That’s not the story with this post though. Not directly at least. No, the point is that ticketmaster is an asshole and I want them to fuck right off.

Over the last week they have been sending me emails reminding me that I have a ticket to a conert. As if I would have forgotten, you know? Not bloody likely. Today though, they put a new spin on the spam. Today’s email reminded me that if I wanted to sell my ticket I can do so through their reseller option. 

Ah… no thank you, fuckwads. I do not want to sell the ticket to the show that I have been waiting 40 years for. Fuck you right the fuck off. To borrow a line or two from The Book of Mormon, fuck ticketmaster right in the eye and then fuck ticketmaster right in the other eye.

Blah, Again

Yesterday was a tough day. Today has been tougher. I need (another) vacation. That’s a common theme around here.

I don’t have to work in the office tomorrow. That’s nice. Maybe if I get up early enough I’ll have some time to work on those two new songs I wrote on Sunday. They both need two tracks of vocals and at least one track of lead guitar. Maybe I can get some of that done tomorrow and then the rest on Friday. We’ll see.

The last two work days (including today, which is down to the final 36 minutes) have been insanely, absurdly, busy. I haven’t had a minute to catch my breath. It’s frustrating. I’ll be heading home soon for the day. Hopefully I won’t have a repeat of last night’s commute. There was an accident on route 495. Google Maps detoured me around it, but it also detoured 1000000 other commuters and it resulted in a monster traffic jam on a side street. It cost me more than half an hour of my life.

On unrelated commute news, I had to stop at a rest area on route 128 today in order to get gas. My tank was almost empty. I had enough gas to get me the rest of the way to work, but not enough to get my home afterward. As I was pumping gas, I saw something I’d never seen before. I saw a tractor trailer truck… do a donut. Sort of. He pulled out of a parking spot. He should have turned right and gotten onto the highway. He didn’t. He turned left… and kept turning left… he did a full 360 degree turn. Effectively he did a donut, but a donut in slow motion. He also blocked the ramp onto the highway and had 3–4 cars stuck waiting for him to get his dumb ass out of the way. It was a very weird thing.

Okay. I have 31 minutes left in my work day. Time to hit publish and squeeze in some more work. Thanks for reading my pointless, useless, bullshit. I appreciate the effort. I’ll try to write something more interesting tomorrow.

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Memorial Day Weekend: Three days of rain and gloom and cold.

The Tuesday after Memorial Day Weekend: Blue skies, sun, 80 degrees.

Mutha puss bucket.

It was a good weekend otherwise. We tried to have a cookout but had a cook-in instead. I was hoping my step son would be able to join us but he was too busy. My step daughter was away for the start of it but she came home Sunday afternoon. That was nice. 

I didn’t go out to take pictures or anything, not just because of the shit weather. I was also feeling too lazy. I sort of made up for it, in the creativity department, on Monday though. I wrote two songs. The demos aren’t finished, but everything is written for both of them. My finger tips are still burning from recording the rhythm guitars. The strings on my ES-335 felt like rusty razor blades. It was fun.

We found out today we’re going to have a little bit of work done on the house that is going to require me to do a HUGE amount of work in the cellar to prepare for it. It’s not for a couple of weeks but I am already feeling overwhelmed by the very thought of it. It’s an important project that will lead to an even more important project a few months down the road, but for now… fuck me.

I’m going to a concert next week. Expect me to be super psyched about it in the coming days. That’s a little blog spoiler for you.

Nothing much else to write about today. I had to commute to the office today and I’m about 20 minutes away from my commute home. I’m in the office again tomorrow. Hopefully the commute is better tomorrow, but I doubt it. Whatever.

Okay, I’m clicking publish now.

Three Day Weekend

Memorial Day Weekend has arrived. It’s a three day weekend. We are in New England though so it is likely to be rainy and cold the whole time. Yippee.

We are having a cookout on Sunday. Well… a cookin, I think. It’s supposed to rain. What can you do, right?

Other than that… I don’t think I have any any plans at all. I have to get some blood work done. I could do that. 

It’s the unofficial start of summer. I hope the temperatures stay above freezing.

Almost Baby Yoda Time

I’ve had a ball buster of a day today. It started shortly after I got out of bed and it just kicked my ass over and over again all day long. The biggest insult was the 30–40 minutes or so when our whole neighborhood lost power. It was right before lunch so it didn’t screw up anything for anyone other than me, but still… thanks.

Hopefully it will all seem worth it shortly after I leave work tonight. That’s because my wife and my step daughter and I are all going to the movies to see Star Wars: The Mandalorian and Grogu.

That’s right, folks. Tonight we’re getting us some quality Baby Yoda time and I gotta say, I really need it. 

Don’t ask me to review the movie though. I cannot be objective about anything Star Wars related. As soon as the flick starts playing in the theater I am going to revert to my six year old self, watching the original movie in the theater in 1977 and I am going to love it just as much as I loved that first movie, and every movie and TV series and book and comic and video game that has come since. It’s part of who I am. My very DNA includes that Galaxy Far, Far Away.

A new Star Wars movie… tonight… it makes my crappy day worthwhile. I can’t wait.

Force the Issue

Yesterday I wrote a post complaining about how long it takes a package of film to get from my house in Massachusetts to the development lab in California. I wrote the post on Monday, fully expecting that my package would not arrive at its destination until Friday.

Shortly after publishing the post I got an email saying my package had arrived. Really? So quickly? Amazing! Did my writing about the situation somehow affect the outcome? Did my post somehow warp space and time to allow the package to arrive right at that moment? Who knows.

Now here we are, a day later, and I am waiting for the lab to tell me the photos have been developed and scanned and uploaded to my account. I’m waiting… patiently… impatiently. It’s only 2:17pm in California right now but I’m thinking… I’m wondering… I’m pondering…

If my post somehow altered space and time yesterday… would posting again today have a similar result? If I write about it again, will the outcome I am hoping for come to pass shortly after I click publish?

Let’s find out!