We are at a new(?) Greek place in Salem. Best lamb kabobs ever.


We are at a new(?) Greek place in Salem. Best lamb kabobs ever.


Today’s Daily Haiku For You is about the current crisis at home:
Cats in the cellar!
What the hell are they doing?
Go upstairs, you pricks!
Yeah… On July 28th the daily writing prompt asked where your nickname comes from. I don’t have a nickname so my response included explaining where my name comes from.
So yeah… I have literally done this one already. Oh well.
My parents were expecting their second child. The first was a girl named Lisa. For their second child, I don’t know what the chosen female name would have been. The male name was my father’s name. Robert James. That second child was a boy… me. 52 years later, my father and I are still both named Robert James. He goes by Bob. I go by Rob.
And that, friends, neighbors, and loyal readers, is that story.
Again.
Today’s daily haiku for you is weather related:
I don’t want summer
to come to it’s end this year.
Endless summer, please?
I have no idea how to answer this question. Also, I am running late this morning so I don’t have any time to spend thinking about it. You’re just getting a gut reaction post today. Sorry.
My main motivation for pretty much everything is my family. I do what I can with the primary purpose of helping Jen and the Kids. Helping however they need help. Making them happy, making them secure, making their lives slightly easier by doing things so they don’t have to do them themselves. That sort of thing.
Outside of family, the motivation at work is the pay check that comes at the end of the month. That’s pretty standard and straightforward, right? I also am motivated to make things easier for my staff, and to make them look good to upper management. That sort of thing. Whatever I can do to help.
There’s also the creative motivation that pushes me to keep making bad music and bad photos. I am not sure what the purpose behind all of that is beyond my own mental health. Some sort of creative outlet makes me feel better about the world around me. It’s hard to stress about nazis in your neighborhood when you’re playing guitar at a gratuitous volume, you know?
Those are the main ideas, I think. Now I have to publish this so I can finish getting ready for work and get out the door to the office in time to sit in an hour and a half worth of gridlock. Yippee.
The app says 8/23 but it’s actually 8/22 at 9:00pm Eastern time. Less than one hour away.
Get hype, folks! New Star Wars is imminent! it’s Ahsoka time!

Today’s little haiku is work related. Enjoy…ish.
Annual review
My least favorite day, for sure
Let’s talk about me
My top 10 favorite movies? Nope, this question is impossible to answer. There’s no way I could narrow it down to 10 and there’s no way I could rank them appropriately. This is one of those lists that changes daily with the weather, or my mood, or my health, or whatever.
I’ll try though. They will be in no particular order (besides number one), and the list will be more like film franchises than individual movies. Okay… here goes.
Like I said at the start, if you were to ask me this question tomorrow the list would be very different. This works for today though.
Today’s daily dumb haiku for you is again brought to you by gastric bypass. Let’s call it an ode to protein bars.
Protein bars are friends
They help to keep me healthy
Cookie dough bars rule
There seem to be two themes to these daily writing prompts. One is vague questions that don’t make sense and read as though they were written by ChatGPT. The other is simple questions that I probably should have thought about over the years but never really have… that read as though they were written by ChatGPT.
What do I enjoy most about writing? I have no idea. I just do. Maybe it’s that it allows me to pretend I am a functioning human being who is capable of communicating with other human beings despite 52 years worth of introversion and being mostly unable to speak directly to those other humans.
Put more simply, it’s a work around for near crippling shyness. I can communicate with people I know well and care about. I can communicate with other people when I need to for work or to get through daily activities. When it comes to just being social or nice or whatever? Nope. I don’t wanna. I just clam up and shut down and that’s all she wrote.
Here? I can act like someone who has social skills and can function and that’s kinda fun. If other folks read it and respond to it? That’s a happy bonus. If not? That’s okay too. I still know it works. It still gets the job done mentally and emotionally and all that fun stuff.
So, yeah… communication is cool, right?