Category: Generic

CPAP Maintenance

Every time I change something on my CPAP machine I say to myself that I should note the date somewhere and keep track of how long things last.

Somehow I never do it.

Or do I? I also somehow never think to look for the notes to myself.

Moron.

Hey moron, you just changed the filter and the mask. It’s 9/13/21 at 9:33pm.

To Do Tomorrow

  • Car music before work!
  • Put out the trash barrels (probably before the car music)
  • Empty the wetvac and clean up whatever the dehumidifier doesn’t get tonight
  • Empty the dehumidifier
  • Go to work
  • Meetings most of the day but still need to work on the huge division-wide nightmare of an issue (that we totally have in hand at the moment… barring any unforeseen problems)
  • Show the plumber where I think the source of Lake Asshole is
  • Make dinner with my love
  • Have dinner with my love
  • Maybe pay a quick visit to my parents’ new place (I still need to post that huge thing I wrote back on September 3rd, explaining all that went on, but posting that is not on this to do list)
  • Maybe, if time allows, track a few guitar parts or maybe mix another song. I mixed two songs tonight. I shared the one that sucked least.
  • Try to decide if entries in a bulleted list should end in a period or not. What do the grammar nazis say? I think it should be punctuated, but when I do it just feels wrong.
    • See what I mean?
  • Go to sleep and then do it all again on Wednesday

Cookie

Rush did a song on their first record called In the Mood. It was a dumb Little Rock and Roll song that doesn’t fit in stylistically with the band they morphed into a short time later but it’s fun and it became a concert staple that appeared in set lists off and on for most of their career.

The hook includes the brilliant, Geddy Lee penned (ad libbed?), line “hey baby it’s a quarter to eight, I feel I’m in the mood” (fucking epic).

On many bootlegged occasions over the decades the word baby was changed to something that sounded like “cookie.”

Now Alex has an Instagram and he posts this:

Was the line changes to cookie or Chuckie? Did they mess with the line to make it about Al’s wife?

I don’t know, but…. Fucking epic.

Moving On

DSC_0300

It’s not the same. It’s very different. That doesn’t make it bad and it doesn’t make it good, it just makes it different.

Things move on. Sometimes moving on is tough. Sometimes it hurts even when you don’t think it should. Time doesn’t care though, it just keeps going, right?

Grape Juice

Remind me to order more grape flavoring stuff from Amazon. I’m about to run out and it’s the only thing I like to drink besides soda.

I also hadn’t taken a picture today, not that I’m doing a third consecutive Flickr photo-a-day thing or anything. No way.