Today’s haiku for you is brought to you by two little catnip toys we picked up at the grocery store tonight.
Gave the cats catnip.
They are tripping balls right now.
Crazy stoner cats.
Today’s haiku for you is brought to you by two little catnip toys we picked up at the grocery store tonight.
Gave the cats catnip.
They are tripping balls right now.
Crazy stoner cats.
My company gives us all 16 hours of personal time each year. They also give us weeks upon weeks of vacation time. The difference is that the personal time is meant to be used in small chunks at short notice, while the vacation time, which they don’t actually call vacation time, can only be used in four or eight hour chunks per day and is supposed to be booked in advance. The other difference is that vacation time can be carried over from this year to next year if needed while the personal time disappears on January 1st.
What does all of this mean? I had five hours of personal time left in the bank and I used it all up today. Robbie will not be having any time vanish on January 1st this year. I started my weekend five hours early, babie!
How did I celebrate this happy surprise of a half day? I ate my lunch too fast and made myself gastric bypass sick, that’s how! Yes! Well played, Robert the putz! I had a hamburger again to have another test of the sugar free ketchup. Yes, it does taste like ketchup and no, it is not disgusting! What a treat! It was such a treat that I ate way too much per bite and plowed through it all way too fast and got something stuck in my stomach tract and had a full on case of the foamies.
I am better now that a couple of hours have gone past. I’m okay!
Happy weekend plus five hours of personal time, everyone! WOOHOO!
I’ve been spending so much time stressing over my old Les Paul that I thought that today’s photo a day picture should be my new Les Paul. This is the one Jen gave me for my 50th birthday and I love it that much more because of her.
What was your favorite subject in school?
Daily writing prompt
Which school? High school? College the first time? College the second time? Junior high? Elementary school? Kindergarten? My favorite subject in kindergarten was learning letters. We had cartoon characters called The Letter People. I can’t remember if they were cardboard cutouts or inflatables. I think they might have been inflatables. They are also the only thing I can remember from kindergarten so I guess they are my favorite subject by default.
Let’s go with my favorite subject in High School. It was probably whatever social studies class I had at any particular time. History, civics, that sort of thing. I didn’t really like science, though the labs were interesting. I didn’t like math at all. It was my worst subject by far and I really wanted nothing to do with it. English was good. Literature, at least. Writing was something that sort of came naturally to me. If I needed to write an essay I could crank out something decent quickly. The only complaint my teachers generally had was that I didn’t write enough. Somewhere along the line I learned that the structure of the papers I needed to write was more important to the teachers than the content so I just cranked things out.
There was a period early on where High School Band was my favorite subject, but early in my sophomore year I started a band of my own and suddenly playing music that I didn’t choose for myself was tedious and boring while playing my own music was absolutely exhilarating. So much for High School Band. Jazz band was different, but that was an extra-curricular, not an actual class. In jazz band we could improvise and that lit a fire under me, musically speaking. One that still burns pretty intensely today.
History, government, social studies in general. Those courses were interesting, enjoyable, and fascinating to me. They still are. When I feel the need to do some non-fiction reading it’s usually either a biography of a historical figure or a study of some historical event. It’s been 34 years since I finished High School, but nothing’s changed in that regard. I’d still rather read some good sci-fi or horror though. Those didn’t really come up in English Lit though, so there wasn’t a lot of Stephen King and Clive Barker in school.
I just finished watching the second season finale of Loki on Disney+. No spoilers, just go and watch it. The whole season is very good.
The reason for this post though has to do with the guy who plays Loki, Tom Hiddleston. Simply put, is it time to cast him as the next James Bond, or what? I think he would be a great choice. He wouldn’t be the blunt instrument Daniel Craig was. He’d be something else, but he’d be great.
Just call me Spartacus and join my crusade. Hiddleston for Bond: 2024.
Cuteness overload warning:
It’s lunch time. I am running two culinary experiments today.
One: I cooked a hamburger in the air fryer.
Two: Sugar free ketchup. Yeah, you read that right.
Short term results. First, the hamburger is SUPER greasy. That’s a surprise. Second, the sugar free ketchup sort of tastes like ketchup. Again, surprise. It’s only been a couple of bites but so far it’s not disgusting. Shocking.
Today’s haiku for you is brought to you by the shitty weather here in my neck of the woods.
Crummy rainy day.
Freezing my ass off again.
Missing the summer.
Just looking ahead to this weekend. I need to make some music. I need to play some guitar. I need to play guitar through an amplifier and not just headphones. It is imperative. We’re getting to that point where not playing is affecting my mental state. Music must be made at volume. It is necessary.