iOS Journal App: Post Number 34
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Car Music
Car music happened this morning. I recorded vocals for four songs while sitting in the car in an empty parking lot next to a giant snow bank.
Obligatory clock pic:
Bonus Fenway Park scoreboard mural thing on the liquor store wall pic:
Hopefully I’ll be able to get out and record more vocals in the car before work tomorrow. Fingers crossed.
My Dream Home
There is the real dream home, which exists on an emotional level, and the fantasy dream home which exists on a fairy tale level. I’ll give you both.
The real, emotional dream home is any home I share with my wife. Ideally I would share it with my step kids too, but they are adults now and I have to accept that. They will always have a place in wherever I happen to call home, but they don’t live with us anymore. To sum up, my current home is my dream home because I live here with Jen, my bride.
The fairy tale home is less interesting. Big house, near water, preferably the ocean but a lake or a river would do just as well. It would have a big kitchen, a big living room that we could stock up with cool home theater stuff. It would have a music room and lots of bedrooms and lots of rooms for work-from-home office spaces. It would have a big yard and a landscaper so I don’t have to mow the lawn myself. It would also have lots of nice views of the water. What else… lots of storage, I guess. Fun stuff like that.
When it comes to living arrangements, I don’t need a lot. I just need my family and a few places to spend time with them. I’m easy that way.
Hey Google AI thing, generate an image of a Jedi Knight relaxing in his dream home.
Saturday
The Bruins lost. UMass Lowell and Vermont tied for the second day in a row. Boo on both fronts. When does Red Sox spring training start? Last place with a bullet, babie.
I didn’t get a lot of recording done today but I did get quite a bit of song writing in. Good. Vocals will be recorded in the morning… I hope.
Star Wars audiobooks. Why do they feel the need to add sound effects and a background score? Just read the friggin’ book and stop acting like you’re special. Sheesh.
I’m completely exhausted. I’m going to sleep. Talk to you all tomorrow. Good night, gentle readers. Sweet dreams.
Checked In
My ‘79 ES-335 has been dropped off at the shop. Time for the nerves to take over.
Great News
Daily writing prompt
You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?
My response to receiving amazingly fantastic news would be three-fold.
- First, I would share this hypothetical great, amazingly fantastic news with my wife, the love of my life, Jen.
- Second, Jen and I together would share this hypothetical great, amazingly fantastic news with my step kids, Bellana and Harry.
- Third, I would share this hypothetical great, amazingly fantastic news with the universe via a blog post on this very site.
Yes, that last one is pretty lame and nerdy, but I’m being honest with my kind, honorable, much appreciated readers. I’d let you all know, but you’d be third on the list.
Hey Google’s AI thing, whatever you’re calling yourself today, generate an image of a Jedi Knight receiving some amazingly fantastic news.
Case Cat
Robin approves of my guitar’s case. She will be sad when I move it tomorrow.
(Non) Daily Haiku for You #146
Having a weird day.
Not sure why things are so odd.
What’s a boy to do?
Grow Up
Daily writing prompt
Are there any activities or hobbies you’ve outgrown or lost interest in over time?
I don’t think this is a terribly interesting question, but I do think it’s a good writing prompt. Why? Because I would never ask myself this question. Does that make sense? Okay, that is the end of my philosophical discussion on writing prompts. Now let us answer the dumb sucker.
When I was a kid I used to play with Star Wars toys, virtually around the clock. I was probably 10 or 11 years old when I outgrew that activity.
I used to play baseball as much as humanly possible. If I wasn’t playing Little League I was playing wiffle ball with the other kids in the neighborhood. If I wasn’t playing wiffle ball I was just hanging out in the back yard hitting the wiffle ball out of my hand and then chasing it down. Sometimes I even used one of those pitch back things that let you play catch with yourself by throwing a ball off of it and then instead of catching it, I would hit it. I spent a lot of time tracking down wiffle balls or tennis balls in the back yard. I was done with all of that when I aged out of the town Little League when I was 15 years old.
On my 15th birthday my Uncle Johnny gave me a guitar. I have yet to outgrow that one.
Those are the first two kid-level activities that I can think of that were incredibly important to the little guy version of me that, as I grew up, stopped being important.
Hey Google Bard (it’s not Bard anymore, apparently it is Gemini now… okay, whatever) generate an image of a Jedi Knight playing baseball…
Hipsta-Kitty
Robin is a hipsta-kitty, meaning a kitty whose picture was taken using the Hipstamatic toy camera app.
Inside the Red Head's Head 