Robin wishes everyone a happy first day back to normal after the chaos that was the holidays.
Of course she can do that because all she has on her agenda today is sleeping and being adorable. The little show off.
Robin wishes everyone a happy first day back to normal after the chaos that was the holidays.
Of course she can do that because all she has on her agenda today is sleeping and being adorable. The little show off.
What to do, what to do. The downside of getting old is the increasing disinterest in all things social. The upside is…
is…
Is there an upside to getting old?
Amp sims. Pedals that digitally simulate classic amplifiers. Prepare to enter a whole new world of guitar rabbit holes, Robert. I don’t see this as a replacement for my tube amps, I see it as a quieter alternative for home recording. Finger crossed it’s acceptable.
I got a decent night’s sleep last night. Why am I super tired today? I haven’t done anything unusual. I did my daily exercise BS and I’ve done a few errands around the house, but that’s all. Why am I exhausted? Is it because I am just old? Could be.
Someone on Threads asked for musical people to share some music. 99.999% of the time I ignore engagement bait posts like that but today I shared a song… and I think I accidentally shared an album. Oh well. I guess being super tired puts me into a kind of musical glutton for punishment mode. I just don’t know if the punishment I expect is in the form of bad criticisms or just the chirping of crickets as the universe ignores my shitty songs. Probably the latter. Oh well.
Did I mention that it was snowing a few minutes ago? It was just a tiny flurry but it fits the mood of the day. The mood being, Blah.
I wonder if a few seconds after publishing this post I am going to get a long comment from a user whose name and photo imply that they are female while the long comment is something that is most probably written by some sort of AI program. It’s happened on the last few posts I’ve published that had more than just a sentence or two of text. You know, something that ChatGPT could sink its virtual teeth into. We’ll see in a minute. Maybe writing about it will let them know that I am on to them and they’ll lay off. Doubtful.
Oh look at that, I just got a text from bank of america saying that my account has been disabled due to suspicious activity. I had better call them and give them all of my personal information, even though I don’t have a fucking account with fucking bank of america. Oh well.
I wanted to go outside and take some pictures around town with my new 120 film camera. Unfortunately the weather forecast was correct. It’s 23 degrees out and… well… I just don’t wanna. Cold weather is a jerk.
Have a cat instead.
Robin is sacked out on the printer in my wife’s office. Working hard or hardly working?
The car has new breaks and new tires.
A couch has been purchased and a delivery has been scheduled.
My step son is home safe and sound even though I’d much rather he were still here with us. The nest is empty once again. Boo.
All that remains is to go grocery shopping and to cook dinner. I think I’ll get started on that now.
Maybe?
Getting the car’s breaks checked. Something feels wrong.
My step son is going to be leaving us pretty soon. I’m sad. The potential for a bummer mix of a day is pretty high. I’ll try to make the most of it. We’ll see.
We had plans for today but I think we’re going to scrap them, or completely alter them, or flat our replace them. I don’t know. Maybe I should just go back to sleep. That would be fun, eh? It’s almost 8:00am. Time for a nap! WOOHOO!