After all the hoopla I went through getting batteries for my packet watches, turns out none of the watch batteries I bought are the right size for this little bastard.
I swear it’s a conspiracy started by the big watch battery industry.
So first they kept the only character left from the pilot out of the show until the final minutes of the seventh episode of the eight episode arc, and then they make her stupid in ways that no one has been stupid since the third season of the original show, and even that guy wasn’t so much stupid as naive.
Writers…. What the fuck? Eleven seasons of the original show, six+ seasons of Fear, and two seasons of World Beyond, all on top of 193 issues of the comic, and the best character this show has is suddenly less aware of the situation than she was in the fucking pilot?
What. The. Fuck?
It’s 9:07 on Sunday night. The worst show on television kicked off its mid season finale seven minutes ago.
Fear the Walking Dead. It’s just so… dumb. It’s like it was written by an illiterate six year old.
It’s so dumb.
Patches says, who you calling a Ho?
I spent about 90 minutes playing. I pained my way through two songs worth of rhythm tracks and did some non-recorded noodling just for shits and giggles.
Hidden paws on Jen’s desk.
I made a command decision today. I am not putting christmas lights on the house this weekend. Maybe next weekend. Maybe wait until Harry comes home and gamble with the weather. I just don’t have it in me today.
The christmas present deliveries have begun in earnest. UPS and Fed Ex and Amazon all have setup distribution centers in our front yard. So far they are all getting along with each other but I am a little worried about the possibility of some sort of gang war breaking out. I’ll keep ’em in line. I used to work for UPS so if the other two gang up on them I’ll clearly side with my former people, but I hope it doesn’t come to that.
Jen is cooking a huge Sunday dinner. Robert is lucky. So very lucky.
I haven’t played any guitar today. There was a window of time this morning where I could have, but I did not. In true rock and roll fashion, I declared that 9:00am was too early and watched some Tacoma FD instead.
We have a tentatively scheduled FaceTime call with Harry in a few minutes. At some point after that we will have our glorious Sunday dinner. Maybe some guitar playing after that. And then….
…and then… it’s Sunday so you know what that means. It happens 16 times a year and tonight will be the last one for a few months… a Fear the Walking Dead hate watch. 9:00pm. Be there or be… sane. Be there or don’t be a masochist. Be there or have actual good taste in television programs. Of course at 10:00pm we get the series finale of World Beyond. They told us right off the bat that it would only be two seasons and each season would be 10 episodes. Tonight is the 10th episode of season two. The end. Fortunately, despite a rather blah first season, the second half of the second season has been pretty much out of this world. Appointment viewing. I just wish it aired before Fear.
Okay. Harry’s calling. Talk to ya’ll later.
Many years ago I swore I would never turn into one of those clowns who buys Christmas presents for his pets.
Fast forward to today:
Okay so in my defense…
A. It’s not Christmas yet.
B. That perch is so cheap it’s probably going to fall off as soon as Patches looks at it.
I didn’t play any guitar today, but I did work on MIDI tracks and arrangement stuff for a few songs. Just getting them ready for guitars tomorrow. I mean it. Really. I promise.
I even dug a couple of pedals out of the cellar to put into the signal path. I’m serious. I’m going to play some tomorrow. Really.
45 years ago tonight we lost Tommy Bolin.
What a colossal waste.
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