She sprawled out on the bed. I sat down to pet her but she moved out of my reach. Moody little feline.
Moody Cat
Category: Generic
48 Years to Go
This one is dumb. Why would I write a letter to my future self? My future self would know everything I wrote about before I wrote it. Writing to your past self is an interesting exercise because your past self does not know what went down in the intervening time. Writing to the future? I guess you can argue that it is a time capsule. It works on that level. I guess. Oh well.
Hey, 100 year old me, it’s 52 year old me. Remember when you wrote this? We just had the kitchen remodeled. I hope the new cabinets and counters lasted a good long time. I hope you didn’t have to do it again, at least not too soon. How is Jen doing? How are the kids doing? If it is May 8, 2071 then Bellana is about to turn 70 and Harry is 68. I assume one of them is President by now, right? That assumption being on top of the assumption that We the People were able to do something about those pesky fascists who are trying to take over, of course. There is so much I want you to tell me about but you can’t because this silly exercise is not a two way street. I mean my future is a much more interesting topic than your past, right? Are they still making Star Wars movies and shows? Are they still as good as Andor? What about Star Trek? Still as good as Strange New Worlds?
There. I’ll send that off in the post, Back to the Future style.
Shopping Spree
Is this a fantasy type thing? Meaning money is no object, or are we supposed to give a realistic answer.
A realistic answer could have been IKEA, given that we basically just went on an insane shopping spree there in order to remodel our kitchen. It’s a case of blog imitating life… or the other way around, maybe?
For a purely selfish answer, I would go with a music dealer. Guitar Center would be the easiest answer. There was a story the members of Rush used to tell about when they got their first advance from Mercury Records. They all went to the best music store in Toronto and upgraded all of their gear. Neil Peart bought the Chrome drum set, Geddy Lee bought his first Rickenbaker bass, and Alex Lifeson bought his first(?) Les Paul. That’s sort of what I would do. I’d go into the store with nothing and come out with a whole new gig rig. A custom shop Gibson guitar, a high end Fender (or Marshall) amplifier, and maybe a few new pedals.
That’s a fantasy answer, but if I were really going nuts I’d go to a shop like Chicago Music Exchange (is there an equivalent in the Boston area? I’ve been Googling and found a few possibilities) where rather than shopping for new, high end stuff, I could shop for actual vintage gear. Legendary stuff. A Les Paul Standard made between 1958 and 1960 and a tweed Fender amp like a 4×10 Bassman from 1959 or so. The real stuff, not reissues. The stuff that’s worth about as much as a small house. Yeah, that would be my uber-fantasy shopping spree.
Honorable mentions would be someplace that deals in vintage cameras (if such places exist), or books, or records, or cats. Vintage cameras, books, or records, but not vintage cats… that would be weird.
Traffic
The ride home from IKEA tonight should have taken a bit less than an hour. Then I got stuck behind an accident on route 128. After that I got stuck behind an accident on route 128. Oh for crying out loud. It took almost two hours.
Here’s a cat to cheer me up.
IKEA
My Middle Name
Daily writing prompt
What is your middle name? Does it carry any special meaning/significance?
We already did a prompt writing about our name, didn’t we? I guess focusing on the middle name is different… different-ish, I guess.
There is no deeper meaning behind my middle name, just as there is no deeper meaning behind my first name. My uncle, my mother’s big brother, had the same name but that’s not exactly where my name came from. I’m a junior. I was named after my father. James is my middle name (you can see it in the URL of this page) as James is my father’s middle name.
I’m named after my dad. I am proud of that, even if it often made answering the phone annoying because once I hit puberty our voices were pretty much identical over the phone and people would think I was him when I answered and just start talking. Nope, you have the wrong Robert. Hold on a second while I get him…
Haiku for You #157
Today’s haiku for you is about my world travelin’ step kids.
Both kids traveling.
They are in the air right now.
Can’t help but worry.
The Last Thing
We all probably learn something new every day, right? That should be the goal, at least. I learned a couple of little things yesterday. Nothing important in the grand scheme of things, but new things none the less.
I learned that a US passport doesn’t include a street address. Who knew?
I learned a couple of small details about filling out travel requests at work.
I learned that our new work in the office policy (two days a week instead of just one) has lead to a lot of people choosing to come in on Wednesdays.
In the last week I learned for sure something I already suspected. Kitchen remodeling projects are stressful.
See? You really do learn new things every day!
Haiku for You #156
Another health related haiku for you….
I’ve a paper cut.
Got it off a cardboard box.
Stings like a mutha.
I Hate That
I don’t have a real answer for this. There’s nothing specific that sets me off or anything like that. Nothing that I feel strongly enough about to label as “hate.” Maybe I can come up with some mild annoyances?
- The company I work for has some goofy policies. I get annoyed when I have to explain them to people who work for other software companies. Companies that have more traditional policies that aren’t quite as goofy.
- I don’t like being asked about religion. I won’t hesitate to give my thoughts and opinions with both barrels right into the questioner’s face. That doesn’t mean I enjoy being put in that situation. I don’t care about other people’s religious beliefs at all. Not even the faintest hint of a care. I would ask you to not care about mine in the same manner.
- So Rob, why don’t you drink alcohol? Well because fuck you, that’s why. That one hasn’t come up in a very long time, but it used to come up multiple times per week and I would get really annoyed by it.
- Okay, here’s one I hate. Say Rob, that donald trump is something special, right? No. He’s a fucking nazi who tried to overthrow the US government. He’s disgusting and evil and I cannot believe he has actual support from people who claim to be Americans.
Okay… I’m really pissed off now. This post is over.
