Chadwick Boseman

It feels a little like Neil Peart, doesn’t it? I mean, no offense to Mr Boseman, his memory, his fans, his family, his friends, but this isn’t devastating to me the way Neil Peart was, but it probably is to more people. I just mean, one day he’s there and the next day he’s not, and not only do you learn he’s gone, but you learn he’d been suffering for years and none of us knew.

We’re going to watch Black Panther today. I think we should watch Civil War and Infinity War and Endgame too. The only non-Marvel movie I’ve seen him in is 42. We should watch that one too.

Sports on Strike

I was proud of the NBA yesterday for striking over idiotic racial inequality. When the news broke I looked at the calendar and saw a Bruins game and a Red Sox game.

The NHL is operating entirely in Canada so it didn’t surprise me that none of the teams joined in. A few Major League Baseball teams participated, but the Red Sox? Historically speaking, the most racist franchise in the multiverse? I was optimistic or a minute or two, but deep down I knew they were going to play.

Today the Red Sox and the Bruins both joined in. A day late and a dollar short maybe, but I’m still glad they are a part of this. I’m glad they are doing the right thing… finally.

Claw

Patches was trying to take over my desk and stop me from working. There was an empty water bottle on the desk with her. She bumped into it and knocked it over. When she did she sort of jumped in place and snapped off one of her claws. The cat version of breaking a nail, perhaps? I’m guessing it’s much more traumatic than that.