We are Vermont bound today. The plan is to have an early lunch, brunch if you will, with the kids. Beyond that? Who knows.
We’re going to leave about an hour from now. Three hours in the car and then some quality time with all three of my favorite people.
Sounds like an A+ Sunday to me!
Is carving up a pumpkin and making a jack-o-lantern the single grossest thing that we as a society do? No? Is it in the top 10? Yeah, probably.
Why do we do it? Specifically, why do I do it when our kids are old enough to have moved out of the house and we don’t have them here at all during the Halloween season?
I don’t know, but I still do it. Specifically, I just did it. Meet our 2024 jack-o-lantern. I am still thinking of a name for him. Smiley? Jackass? Putz? They all seem appropriate.
My beloved wife and I watched It’s the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown last night. I completely forgot about the scene where Lucy and the girls used Charlie Brown’s big bald head as a template for a jack-o-lantern. Freakin’ hysterical.
Early voting in Massachusetts has been open for a week now. In my city the polls opened at 9:00am today. I got there at about 10:30, maybe a few minutes after that.
What was the best part of the experience for me? Apart from actually casting a ballot for Kamala Harris, I mean.
The best part was… there was a line. When I got into the room there were probably 8-10 people actually voting and five people in line in front of me. I get that it was a Saturday and not a weekday and all, but folks in my city are coming out to vote and it’s not even election day yet. Good on you, neighbors.
Given how down the nazi rapist felon asshole orange fucker is about absentee voting and the like and how his cult members follow his word about everything, it is actually a safe bet that few if any of the early voters around town are voting for him, and most if not all are voting against him. Here’s hoping, at least.
Harris/Walz ’24.
One vote closer to removing the fascists again.
Just hanging with my little furry buddy.
Okay. It’s almost 10:30am and I haven’t done anything other than breakfast, exercise, and take out the trash. Time to start getting shit done. Let’s go, Robert
I had my whole weekend planned out but now that it is here I just feel lost. I need to vote, I need to go grocery shopping, I need to carve the pumpkin I bought last week, I need to see if I can fix the fret buzz on one of my guitars (though the more I read up on possible causes and solutions the more terrified I am to start tweaking a 35 year old instrument).
I mean, my to do list is nice and full… why do I feel lost today? I was hoping a good nights sleep would straighten out my brain but that didn’t help at all. I’m sure it’s nothing and once I get the ball rolling today I will be out of this fog.
I don’t know. We’ll see. Happy Saturday to all of you, and may your personal to do list be full of things that make you happy while being easily achievable. Let’s all have a day full of completed goals, what do you say!
I really want to try medium format film, but I don’t have a medium format camera and I really don’t want to spend any noteworthy amount of money on one.
Should I get a Holga (a cheap plastic toy camera that just happens to shoot medium format film) just to dip my toes into the water, so to speak? Will that turn me off of the whole thing, or will it send me spiraling down a rabbit hole that my bank account and I will never recover from?
Why can’t I just make a decision?
On an unrelated note, our drive to Vermont to see the kids tomorrow has been postponed for one day. That should not make me sad (we’ll see them Sunday instead of Saturday) but it really makes me sad. I think I might be overtired. Everything is getting to me right now. Go take a nap, Robert.
It’s bad enough that the Bruins have lost three games in a row and can’t play defense and can’t play offense, but we’re a few minutes away from the start of the World Series and no matter how it turns out a team that I royally hate is going to win. The question is, will it be a team that a hate with a burning passion, or will it be the team that I hate more than all other teams I hate combined?
Some times I just think that pro sports can just bite me, you know?
On the upside, we’re going to Vermont tomorrow and we’re going to see the kids. That’s some first class, grade A good news right there. It’s the weekend and it is a kids weekend. Just like the old days, right?
Happy Friday, oh my brothers and sisters and only friends.
The world of 80’s metal lost Paul Di’Anno a couple of days ago, and now the world of 60’s San Francisco psychedelic rock has lost Phil Lesh.
Again, making it all about me (friggin’ narcisist), I was a Jefferson Airplane fanatic (still am) through high school and beyond. Some of my friends were full blown Dead Heads. I struggled with The Grateful Dead. I liked literally everything I heard, but I couldn’t help but compare it to the Airplane and it always came up short.
A few years ago I decided to finally decide if I liked the band or not. Streaming services were a thing so I took the deep dive. What did I learn?
I learned that I really liked the band. I knew I was going to enjoy the guitar playing. I did not expect to be so impressed with the bass playing. Phil Lesh was fantastic. I mean, he was no Jack Cassady. He was no Jack Bruce. He was great though. Good enough that I wished I had gone down that musical road much earlier than I did.
Rest in peace, Phil Lesh.
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