Hell

This has been a hell week.

At work it’s been one thing after another.  Nightmare after catastrophe after disaster.  None have been the result of anything anyone on my staff did, but we’ve been saddled with some messes to clean up.  Yes, that is our job, but the stress level has been through the roof this week.  I’m hoping for a quiet day today, but I’m not counting on it.  The weekend is nine hours and five minutes away.

My foot has been killing me since the end of last week.  It’s better than it was, but still painful.  I think my work shoes are exacerbating things.  It might be time for new shoes.

The Bruins have lost three in a row to Ottawa and face elimination tonight.  The Red Sox can’t score runs when Chris Sale pitches.  The universe is clearly out of whack.

Like I said… This has been a hell week.

Safe Travels

Safe travels, he said to his step daughter. He was trying to sound excited and confident and optimistic while actually feeling terrified.

She’s going far away for a few days.  She’s going to have an absolute blast, the time of her life.  I know this without a doubt.

Having said that… (wimper)

Stormy Monday Blues

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So you tell me, are we getting a storm tonight?

I was sad to hear about Allan Holdsworth.  He passed away yesterday, but I still haven’t heard what happened.  As a guitar player, there are a few people I listen to when I am feeling cocky who are so good I know they will knock me down a peg or two or 10.  Allan Holdsworth is the guy the guys I listen to listen to to crush their own egos.  He was that good.

I especially loved his stints in Bruford and UK.  I loved that he distorted the holy hell out of his guitar, in a very un-jazz-like fashion, when he played leads.  In the 80’s he got into guitar synthesizers and it took a lot of the fun out of things for me.  Eventually he came back to his senses though, which was nice.  The first time I heard him play was on a Jack Bruce record.  It was just one song with Holdsworth on guitar, Bruce on bass and vocals, and Ginger Baker on drums.  The song in question felt quite a bit like Cream, but Holdsworth just took things to another universe.  The guy was special.  Once in a lifetime special.  Rest in peace, sir.

My work day today started out in Westwood.  I was there until about 1:00pm and then I drove back to my desk in Waltham.  As I was driving up route 128 North, I came to an overpass where route 16 crosses over the highway.  The Boston Marathon route runs along route 16 for a while and it was swarmed with runners.  So I didn’t get to go to the Marathon today, but in a small way the Marathon came to me.  Congratulations to all of the clinically insane, mentally deranged people who ran today.  What a gigantic accomplishment.

Right now the Bruins are playing game three of their first round playoff series against Ottawa.  They are down 2-0 after one period.  The looked pretty awful in the first period.  I’m hoping for some serious adjustments.

Go Bruins.

Happy Easter

Happy Easter, where applicable.

Easter is a day that, much like the name Anakin Skywalker, no longer has any meaning for me.  Even if it is the truth and I’ve only forgotten about it.  I don’t think so.

To continue on the blasphemous theme of this post, why didn’t the AMC TV network use today as the start date for season three of Fear the Walking Dead?  Easter… Zombies… it seems like such an obvious marketing win, doesn’t it?

We are going to Nana and Papa’s today.  The kids are looking forward to it.  Jen has a bad cold, and I have a flare up of what people tell me is an undiagnosed case of plantar fasciitis.  As a result, we’ve both been on edge and overly snippy.  Jen, my love, I am sorry if I’ve had a bad attitude over the last couple of days.  It is just because my foot is hurting a lot and I can’t seem to think around it.  I love you and don’t want you to think that my grumpy is related to anything other than the ouch factor.

Once again, happy zombie Jesus day, everyone!  Brrraaaaiiiinnnnnsssssandforgivenessforallsinnnnnnssssssss.

Gozer: Addendum

This post is a follow up to the one from earlier today that was titled, “The One Where I Become Gozer the Destroyer.”

As also noted in a previous post, my step daughter and I had to go to the mall for something.  When we came home, we saw the saddest thing you would ever be cursed to see (probably not, but you probably know where I’m going with this).  Momma bird and Daddy bird were sitting on the railing at the back steps, right underneath the light that used to be their home.  Momma bird kept flying up to the light and kinda circling around… in a very confused manner.  Daddy bird just sat there on the railing.  I could almost read his mind.  He was thinking, “what the frig, bro?”

There was one silver lining.  As my step daughter and I were sitting in the car we cheered Momma bird on as she carefully flew her way over to the new location of her old home.  Eventually she actually flew into the light fixture and hung out there for a moment.  Now all we have to do is hope they move into the new location.

All the while we were watching, I had this image in my head.  It was Momma bird.  She said to Daddy bird, “but where is our home?  Where am I going to have the babies?  I’m due to lay these eggs any second now!  Oh Daddy bird, what are we going to do?”

I feel like a jerk.  A bird jerk.

The One Where I Become Gozer the Destroyer

I am the destructor, the destroyer of worlds.  I bend nature to my every whim and control the lives of the lesser with fury and vengeance.

I posted a picture of a bird nest the other day.  Two little sparrows were building a home in the light fixture above our back steps.  They could do this because last winter the cold air resulted in two of the four pains of glass shattering.  They were a happy little bird family, just starting their new lives together and building a home for themselves, and maybe down the line they would hear the pitter patter of little bird feet.

Then came the destructor.

Last night Jen was home.  She had the outside light on for a while, as we usually do when not everyone is home.  It’s hard to see to unlock the door from the outside if the light is off, so we often just leave it on.  Unfortunately yesterday she happened to catch sight of a little piece of the bird nest as it started to smolder.  Well, that’s not good!  She turned off the light and left it off.  Good move, lovey!

Our house has two front doors.  One is to the side of the house, near the garage, and right at the top of the driveway.  That’s the one we use.  That’s also the one with the nest.  I call it the back door, but it is in no way anywhere even closely related to the back.  The other is right smack in the middle of the front of the house and bisects the living room and the dining room.  We do not use that door.  In fact, the desk where I am sitting at this very moment is next to that door, and I have it blocked with a little tray table that I use as an extension of said desk.

Both doors have the same light fixture.  This morning, a footstool, flat head screwdriver, and I all went outside to force our evil will upon nature.  I knocked on the light a few times to wake up any unsuspecting sparrows.  No one was home.  I then removed the light fixture.

I gotta admit, I was nervous.  I know it’s only been a couple of days, but I was afraid there would be eggs in the nest.  Even a bringer of destruction and doom like me would feel bad about killing babies.  Fortunately, the nest was empty.  Truthfully, it’s probably been empty since it almost caught on fire.  Birds are smarter than people in some (all) ways, right?

Next, I swapped the side door light fixture with the front door light fixture.  We can now use the light over the door we actually use, and the birds can use the light over the door we never use, which implies that we never use the light either.  If the birds can find the thing, of course.  I know they can fly down South for the winter, but I don’t know if they can navigate the 15 yards from one door to the next.

So there you have it, folks.  I am like Gozer from Ghostbusters.  I am the destroyer.  I bent the natural world to suit my own selfish needs (and by selfish needs I mean, please don’t burn down our house, you stupid birds).

I hope they find the new location and rebuild the nest.  I was hoping for baby birds this year.

Was that a bird chirping right outside the door I just heard?

Distract Me

I want to be able to set up my guitar rig to run two amplifiers at once.  I need an A/B/Y switch with a phase inverter and a ground loop lift.  This looks perfect.

I want to be able to record one of the band’s upcoming shows.  I had a method in place to record rehearsals on two tracks for stereo.  One mic on the bass amp, one on the guitar amp, two on the drums.  We already had three vocal mics, but at practice I was just taking the mono out of the PA head to cover all three voices.  I don’t want to record a gig that way.  I want to record each mic onto it’s own track so that I can mix it later.  That means I need to find a way to get seven separate audio tracks into GarageBand (or maybe Logic?) simultaneously.  That means I need a new USB interface that can handle more than two inputs.  This looks perfect.

I want to learn a new programming language.  My wife and I are thinking that Ruby would be a lot of fun to learn.  I am going to set up Ruby school a couple of nights a week and we are going to learn it together.  Before we start though, we need a text book to work through.  O’Reilly usually publishes great programming books.  This might be perfect.

There are good, healthy reasons for me to want to do all of these things, as well as many more.  I want to better myself.  I want to learn new things.  All good reasons.

There’s one other reason though…

If I am working on projects like this, I won’t be thinking about how our fascist president has attacked two countries during his three months in office, and now he’s threatening to attack a third, and moving troops to face off with a fourth.

If I’m mixing a recording of the band, I won’t be thinking about how the world is about to end.