What Else?

I’m so hyper focused on music right now that the world is passing me by.  What am I missing?

The New Hampshire primary was last night.  The top three places were all held by people I could reasonably see myself voting for on Super Tuesday.  Sanders was my pick last time around.  Buttigieg seems fine to me.  I’d like to see a little more grass roots and a little less big money, but policy wise he’s fine.  My step son has done some volunteer work for his campaign and I am bursting with pride over it.  Klobuchar was a surprise but I’ve liked her since the day she announced her candidacy.  I have this vague image in my head of her beating the living shit (figuratively speaking) out of the people who are making a bad joke out of the Constitution. I see her as someone who could clean up the shit show.

Warren has been my main focus and I’m a little disappointed at her showing so far.  I saw this primary as a Warren vs Sanders showdown with Biden kinda peeking in from the sidelines.  There’s still time for Warren to improve relative to the others, but if we have to settle for her as our esteemed US Senator, I’m fine with that.

Realistically, whoever ends up winning the nomination is getting my vote and at least a chunk of my money.  That nazi piece of shit in the white house has to go.  Of course he won’t.  The Senate has already approved his attempts at rigging the election, so the very concept of a legitimate election has already been flushed down the toilet.  He’ll rig it and he will win it.  Our democracy is already dead, I’m just clinging to the tiny shreds that are left behind.  Mostly just out of habit.

At least the Bruins are still doing well.  That awful dip in the standings prior to the all star break is going to bite them on the ass.  Their huge lead is gone and Tampa is right on their heels.  I was very pleased with their play of late, but losing to Detroit really grinds my gears.  We get the Canadiens tonight.  There are few things that could cheer me up as my country descends into a fascist dictatorship as much as watching the Bruins beat the holy hell out of Montreal.  No pressure though, okay Bruins.  You just go out there and have fun.

A week or so ago, Larry and I were having a discussion about various Quentin Tarantino movies and he made a joke about a scene in Kill Bill and it went right over my head.  I saw both volumes in the theater and had never re-watched them.  I thought they were both fantastic and I loved every second of them… I just never revisited them again.  I fixed that error over the weekend and watched both movies.  They are just so good.  The violence is way over the top and the story doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, but every scene is perfect.  I forgot about so much.  In my memory the first movie is just blahblahblah Crazy 88’s and the second movie is just blahblahblah Superman’s disguise.  I forgot about all the other twistedly delightful stuff.  I kinda want to watch them both again, but instead I’ll watch the two movies I still haven’t seen: Hateful 8 and Django Unchained.

Note: I don’t think “twistedly” is actually a word.

Okay, I have to mention music again.  I can’t avoid it right now.  I did some recording this morning.  After being late to work on Monday because I stayed home a little too long, and late to work on Tuesday even though I left on time, I came up with something to try and keep me on track.  After I set up my laptop to record some voice parts, I brought up Waze on my phone.  I put in my work address as my destination and I left the phone on the table next to me.  As I worked through the two songs for today I kept an eye on the estimated time of arrival.  When it reached 8:45 I packed up and left.  It worked.  I was on time today.

Unfortunately when I was packing up I put my MacBook onto the stand on which it sits on my desk in the office (grammar, bitches), turned off the lights, and left the room.  A couple of minutes later I heard a bang.  What?  My laptop FELL OFF THE STAND!  It was still working okay, but it scared the crap out of me.  I managed to back up this morning’s work onto an external drive, but if my lappy is dead I might be in big musical trouble.  I know it’s not dead, everything was functioning within normal parameters… still… how scary is that.  BANG!

Friday is Valentine’s Day.  We don’t have any plans.  I’ll see if my beloved love wants to do anything after work.  It’s also a kid weekend so my step son will be around.  He went to a mock UN weekend last week and I can’t wait to hear about it.  Tonight will be the first time I see him since he came back.

I went to the gym last night.  I am planning on going again tonight and tomorrow night and as many days as I can between now and Disney World.  I need to build up some stamina for long walks.  I’m still stuck at the 15-minutes-before-my-back-starts-complaining point.  Every little bit helps though.

What else… I’m thinking about playing a little saxophone tonight.  If you hear crying it means I can’t pull it off anymore.  I was a music major and sax was my primary instrument of study.  I haven’t touched it in years, but normally when I start playing again a lot of the old skill is there.  What isn’t there is the muscles in my jaw.  I get a few minutes of solid playing followed by fatigue so bad I can’t play anymore.  My plan for the next week and a half is play a little, rest a little, repeat.  That’s assuming I’ve still got it.  Boy, do I hope I’ve still got it.

When you are 48 years old the phrase, “Boy, do I hope I’ve still got it” comes into play almost every day for a seemingly infinite number of topics, wouldn’t you say?

I’ve Seen It, Carry On

Okay everyone, I have seen the first episode of Star Trek Picard.  You don’t have to worry about spoilers around me anymore, I am up to speed.

How was it?  Episode one is better than episode one of The Manalorian.  It’s not even close.  I am completely, 100%, totally hooked.  Give me the next episode right now.

Right.  Now.

On an unrelated note, the NHL All Stars Skills Competition is on the tube right now.  In all my years of following hockey there has never been an all star game that wasn’t stupid.  When they started doing the skills competition is was a breath of fresh air.  The players clearly loved it, it was fun, it was exciting, it was infinitely better than the stupid all star game itself.

I haven’t watched a skills competition in a few years.  When did this become even more boring than the game?  I mean this thing is oppressively boring.  It is soul crushingly, disturbingly, boring.  The 3-on-3 women’s game is just starting and that should kick things up a notch, but the skills competition itself is just awful.  It is maximum snooze.

Hockey Screwing

The Bruins scored a game winning goal in game five of their first round playoff series against Ottawa!  Awesome!

Oh, wait.

I couldn’t hear the TV.  I saw what looked like a goal, I saw the refs up to their nose in replays, I saw the no goal called, and I saw the game continued.  I also saw the entire Boston sports radio community completely lose their shit on twitter.

A short time later I saw an Ottawa skater fall on the puck in the goal crease.  I might have also seen the same player close his hand on the puck in the goal crease.  I also so that no one was given a penalty shot.  I guess I was wrong about that particular rule.

I am so incredibly sick of seeing Bruins goals waved off on replays.  It has sucked a very large percentage of the fun out of the NHL this year.  I am just fed up with it.  The replay system in the NHL is insulting and has to go away.  It won’t, but it has to.
ADDENDUM:  The Bruins won the game in the second overtime.  Justice.

Game 1 in the Books

After losing all four games against the Ottawa Senators this season, the Bruins heroically took game one of their first round playoff series against the Senators.

The post season is underway and somehow, magically, the Bruins are part of it… and they won’t get swept!

This has been a pretty good night, right?

Go Bruins!

 

I will post my first round predictions eventually.  Or I won’t.  I don’t know.

What the Hell, Tuukka?

Last year the Bruins needed to win their last game to have a shot at making the playoffs.  Their #1 goalie, Tuukka Rask, however was sick that day and couldn’t play.  They lost that last game and didn’t qualify for the playoffs.

This year the Bruins had already qualified for the playoffs but needed a win in their last game to avoid getting stuck with a first round match up against the #1 seeded Washington Capitals.  Tuukka didn’t call in sick this time, but the team did give him the day off.  The Bruins lost, the Maple Leafs won, the Bruins dropped to the bottom seed in the Eastern Conference and will now face Washington in the first round.

Awesome.

I don’t really blame Tuukka, but what the hell, Tuukka?!  When we are down three games to none against the Caps are you going to take a day off for game four too?

 

ADDENDUM:

Okay, I guess there still is one way that the Bruins could jump back up to third in the division and not have to face Washington.  Something along the lines of Toronto losing today in regulation.  I guess that would make us even in the first tie breaker, which Toronto currently wins, and the Bruins have the second tie breaker.  Something stupid like that.  It doesn’t matter.  They still gave Tuukka the day off for a must win game, and Tuukka still accepted it.  Dude should have gone to the coach and said screw you, I’m playing.

Bruins – Deja Vu All Over Again?

The Bruins have nine games left.  They are the third seed in the Atlantic division with 82 points.  Toronto is in fourth with 81 points and they are sitting in the second Eastern wild card spot with 11 games left.

Or, that was the case before play started tonight.  Toronto just beat Columbus.

So now the Bruins are out of the Atlantic playoff spots and are sitting in the second wild card spot.  The Islanders are four points back with 11 games left.

Why do I feel like I’ve seen this movie before?

Each of the last two years the Bruins have collapsed in the last days of the regular season and dropped out of the playoffs at the last second.  Am I wrong in fearing that we’re being set up for the same fall this year?  They’ve already lost three in a row.  Is the collapse under way?  I don’t want to believe it, but damn it the evidence is clearly stacking up.  Three final stretch chokes in a row?

It can’t happen again…

Can it?

Hockey Wrap Up… Finally

Given that our civilization is dishonoring the sacrifices made by the millions of people who died fighting fascism in the 1930’s and 40’s by smiling pretty as fascism makes a comeback, it seems pretty stupid to talk about hockey. I’m really pissed off though, so I need something to vent on that isn’t going to get me lined up in front of a firing squad when our new fascist overlord, the donald, is elected in November. So hockey it is.

The 2016 playoffs had 15 series. I picked 10 correctly, and got five wrong. That’s a 2/3, or 67% success rate. I picked the Sharks over the Penguins in the finals and picked wrong. Damn it, Sharks. You always end up screwing me over. I hate the Penguins, and now we have to sit through a whole year of Doc Emmerick and Pierre MacGuire talking about how Crosby and co are the reigning champs. Yippee skippee. I hate the effin’ Penguins.

So what’s next? The draft is tonight. That sounds fun, right? It should at least. Does it still sound fun when you find out that Don Sweeney is still in negotiations with Loui Freakin’ Eriksson? Do you feel optimistic about the future when you hear that our Harvard educated, NHL veteran, General Manager is trying to keep J.D. Friggin’ Drew in the fold for another six years at 20 billion dollars?

Over the next two days we will have seven picks:
Round 1:
14
29 (traded from San Jose)
Round 2:
49 (traded from the Islanders)
Round 5:
135
136 (traded from Minnesota)
Round 6:
165
Round 7:
195

It is safe to say that our rocket scientist GM, who thinks we have a good team in place despite missing the playoffs two years in a row (in spectacular choking fashion), will spend these draft picks on players who will have excellent but short careers as minor leaguers who barely if ever even get a sniff at the NHL.

The excitement is so thick you can cut it with a knife!

Three years in a row out of the playoffs, with a bullet!