Happy St Patrick’s Day

Happy St. Patrick’s Day to you all.  Today is the day when people all over the United States celebrate their Irish heratage, whether they are Irish or not, by getting sloppy, fall down, pass out in a pool of your own vomit and piss, drunk!

I’m not sure how, or even if, people who are actually in Ireland celebrate and I really don’t care.

Bostonians in particular are well known for their St Patty’s indulgences.  I expect at least 50% of my company to call in hung over sick tomorrow.  It’s tradition.

I will celebrate this special day with my own personal tradition of being the only male of Irish decent in all of greater Boston to not get  sloppy, fall down, pass out in a pool of your own vomit and piss, drunk.  Someone has to be that guy, right?  Why not me.

Top o’ the mornin’ to ya!

Day Eleven – Make a Prompt Personal

The Daily Post gives writing prompts. Bunches of them. You can keep refreshing the widget to get more and more new prompts. Today’s Blogging 101 prompt is to go to the Daily Post and grab a writing prompt. Umm… okay.

Verbal Ticks…

I know I have a few verbal ticks, but that’s not where I’m going with this. I have spent most of my adult life being one of those dicks who quotes movies and TV shows left and right. Spaceballs and Star Wars are big ones, but if there can be only one then it’s The Highlander (see what I did there?). Mystery Science Theater 3000 is pretty much the perfect show for my tastes.

Today I’d like to discuss a show that seems to be catering itself to people like me. The Walking Dead.

While the show is very far from a catch phrase creation machine, there is one character, Abraham, who recently has started becoming a source for new and exciting ways to use the word “dick”. A couple of weeks ago gave us something like, that plan just got dicked. Last night gave us one of the greatest exclamations in television history when, as the zombies were closing in, Abraham gave an exasperated, “Mother Dick”. I was sitting up in bed watching on my iPad (thanks Verizon FiOS app!) and my beloved, beautiful, brilliant (the three B’s) wife was asleep next to me. When the Mother Dick was exclaimed I had to put my hand over my mouth to stifle my guffaw so as to not wake her.

Adding to what I will now refer to as The Abrahamisms, or the Abraham Dickisms. (I like that one better) was the phrase born on The Talking Dead a couple of weeks ago. I missed the actual moment of creation, but Kevin Smith was a guest that week and I hope with all my heart that he was the one who first uttered it. Porch Dick. Meaning someone who acts like a dick while sitting safely on his own front porch. Absolutely brilliant!

So kudos to The Walking Dead for giving me all sorts of new TV quotes with which to annoy you good people, and for creatively coming up with new and improved ways to use the word Dick. Your assignment for the coming week is to therefore try to use the phrase “mother dick” in polite conversation.

Enjoy.

Same Old Same Old

if you live in Methurn, Massachusetts and you look out the window right now you won’t see much.  The snow is falling so hard that visibility is just about nil.

Why is it snowing like a blizzard on March 15th?

Because Mother Nature is evil and friggin’ hates me.

Sunday To Do List

Here is my to do list for Sunday March 15, 2015…

  1. Grocery Shopping – Complete
  2. Get a hair cut so that I can see where I’m going again
  3. Put new strings onto my Les Paul
  4. Practice the songs we plan to work on at band rehearsal tonight
  5. Make lunch for the love of my life
  6. Go to my sister’s for St Patrick’s Day dinner
  7. Make dinner for my beloved wife (who is working this weekend and can’t go to my sister’s
  8. Go to band practice and maybe record some of it with my iPhone
  9. Watch tonight’s new episode of The Walking Dead
  10. Watch tonight’s episode of The Talking Dead because LoLz
  11. Try not to turn my back on any Roman Senators. Beware the Ides of March and all that

Looks like some one needs to get cracking! Time for a bad hair cut.

Public Service Announcement

I would like to take a brief moment to make a public service announcement.

Last week’s Taco Kit incident has been rectified. A Taco Kit has been procured and this week Taco Tuesday will take place on Wednesday.

I repeat, Taco Tuesday will take place on Wednesday.

Thank you. We now return you to your regularly scheduled internet surfing.

Blasphemy!

I fell off the weight watchers wagon during the holidays. I clawed my way back on in January. Then the weather went to hell in a hand basket in February and I fell off hard again. I am back to my old junk food ways. The plan is to get back on the wagon when life calms down a little in a week or two. I will be just as militant in my weight watchers as I was in the fall, don’t worry about that.

That’s not what this post is about though. This post, as the title suggests, is about Blasphemy with a capital B.

Seeing as Spring is coming quickly upon us, the world turns its junk food eye to the Easter holiday. That means one thing and one thing only. Cadbury Mini Eggs. The single greatest junk food ever created by human brilliance. The genius of the Mini Eggs cannot be overstated. Word on the street though is that Cadbury will soon be stopping all operation within the United States. That means that Mini Egg lovers like me need to get them while they can! Fortunately for my sweet tooth (singular. There is literally only one tooth left in my rotten head. Well… not literally, more like figuratively… for now) I’m off the weight watchers wagon and can indulge my love for the heavenly decadence of Cadbury’s finest confection.

I bought two bags at a CVS last night. When I came home I eagerly opened one, dumped the contents into a bowl, and prepared for junk food bliss.

But wait…

What’s going on here?

The colors are all wrong! Did Hershey’s screw things up on us?

https://flic.kr/p/ryYaXN

I popped one into my mouth, not even worrying about the huge red flag that should have been waving in my clueless, unsuspecting face.

Wait a tic… What’s going on here?

This is dark chocolate! What What What? Dark Chocolate?

BLASPHEMY!!!!

I checked the bag I just opened. Sure enough, it says dark chocolate. I am insulted. I am offended. They took the greatest thing on Earth and took a giant crap all over it. Dark chocolate? No. Mini Eggs must be only the finest milk chocolate. Only the best will do! Not some faux chocolate kick in the balls. Never! Never, I say!

I said I bought two bags last night. The other one is milk chocolate. That means some clueless rouge of a CVS employee mixed two different products into the same bin. Damn his or her eyes!

Dark chocolate mini eggs. How dare they? How Dare they!

Originally published at robj2112.wordpress.com on March 14, 2015.

Blasphemy!

I fell off the weight watchers wagon during the holidays. I clawed my way back on in January. Then the weather went to hell in a hand basket in February and I fell off hard again. I am back to my old junk food ways. The plan is to get back on the wagon when life calms down a little in a week or two. I will be just as militant in my weight watchers as I was in the fall, don’t worry about that.

That’s not what this post is about though. This post, as the title suggests, is about Blasphemy with a capital B.

Seeing as Spring is coming quickly upon us, the world turns its junk food eye to the Easter holiday. That means one thing and one thing only. Cadbury Mini Eggs. The single greatest junk food ever created by human brilliance. The genius of the Mini Eggs cannot be overstated. Word on the street though is that Cadbury will soon be stopping all operation within the United States. That means that Mini Egg lovers like me need to get them while they can! Fortunately for my sweet tooth (singular. There is literally only one tooth left in my rotten head. Well… not literally, more like figuratively… for now) I’m off the weight watchers wagon and can indulge my love for the heavenly decadence of Cadbury’s finest confection.

I bought two bags at a CVS last night. When I came home I eagerly opened one, dumped the contents into a bowl, and prepared for junk food bliss.

But wait…

What’s going on here?

The colors are all wrong! Did Hershey’s screw things up on us?
Dark chocolate Cadbury Mini Eggs?  BLASPHEMY!!!

I popped one into my mouth, not even worrying about the huge red flag that should have been waving in my clueless, unsuspecting face.

Wait a tic…
What’s going on here?

This is dark chocolate! What What What? Dark Chocolate?

BLASPHEMY!!!!

I checked the bag I just opened. Sure enough, it says dark chocolate. I am insulted. I am offended. They took the greatest thing on Earth and took a giant crap all over it. Dark chocolate? No. Mini Eggs must be only the finest milk chocolate. Only the best will do! Not some faux chocolate kick in the balls. Never! Never, I say!

I said I bought two bags last night. The other one is milk chocolate. That means some clueless rouge of a CVS employee mixed two different products into the same bin. Damn his or her eyes!

Dark chocolate mini eggs. How dare they? How Dare they!

Day Ten – Build a Better Blogroll

Today’s Blogging 101 challenge is to build a blogroll and add links to your page.

No.

I have links to some of my other pages, but that’s not what they want. They want links to other blogs. This is another community building exercise.

No.

I have nothing against building up the wordpress.com community, I just really hate blogrolls. When I am reading your blog I want to read your blog. I don’t give shit one about other pages that you read. I don’t expect you to give shit one about other pages I read.

No. I hate blogrolls. I will not add one to this page.

New Music Search Update

Here are a couple of records I’ve been listening to a lot lately. I have found these through Google searches for new music and I literally know nothing about any of the artists, aside from knowing that I like the records.

Club Meds by Dan Mangan and Blacksmith. I don’t recall what I was searching for when I found this, but I liked it enough to spin through it about three times during work today.

Teeth Dreams by The Hold Steady. This band’s singer might turn some people off, but if the band ever decided to replace him I will literally smack them all across their idiot faces. This voice is PERFECT for this band. Perfect, I say!

Day Nine – Get Inspired By the Neighbors

Okay… One more day…

I’m intrigued by the whole Marvin Gaye/Robin Thicke lawsuit. It’s obvious to anyone who has functioning ears that the Robin Thicke song is blatantly stolen from the Marvin Gaye song. It’s painfully clear. The right group won the case. It’s just that simple.

What’s bugging me is the crap that’s gone on around the case. First off, many people are commenting on stories saying that they disagree with the decision. I write those people off as not having functioning ears. I’m sorry. There are copyright rules regarding sampling, and you are allowed to use portions of an existing work within your new work. Courtesy dictates that you credit the source material. That’s not what happened here. They took the heart and soul of the song and just stole it. It’s blatant.

Why then did the Robin Thicke team sue the Marvin Gaye team? You read that right. Someone representing Gaye’s estate made a comment that the songs were very similar so Robin Thicke actually sued the Gaye estate. Really? Is that really how it happened? The case that was decided this week was the Gaye estate’s counter suit. I mean… guys… you blatantly stole the song and then had the audacity to sue the owner of the original song when they dared question your motives? You deserved to lose the whole thing just as a punishment for your stupidity. Chances are if you had kept your mouths shut NOTHING WOULD EVER HAVE COME OUT OF IT! Your little pop song would have dropped off the charts and gone away forever the way all little pop songs do. It was stupid to respond and now you’re paying the price financially.

As for the Gaye estate… what is this injunction crap? That is totally the wrong move. First of all, as just mentioned, it’s a pop song that’s already fallen off the charts. How many copies of it do you expect them to sell from now on? I’ll tell you how many. Not many! Second, stopping the sales doesn’t do anything except bring more attention. What you should have done is asked the court to put Marvin Gaye’s name into both the writing and publishing credits. That way what few copies do sell from now on would result in income. That, on top of the huge cash settlement, would have put Mr Gaye’s family into a very nice financial position for the foreseeable future. Instead you now look like sore winners who aren’t happy with 7+ million dollars. Bad move, folks. Bad move.

Of course all of this mess could have been avoided if the folks who took credit for writing the Thicke song had just been courteous and professional and included Marvin Gaye’s name in the credit from day one. Credibility wise there is nothing wrong with borrowing from your influences, so long as you give credit where credit is due. If it really was just “the groove” that you took, then fine. It wasn’t. You took everything from the original song’s backing track. You should have given Marvin Gaye a writing credit from the start. That would have been the right thing to do, and you would have looked AWESOME doing it. Everyone in the business would have taken notice of it and I don’t think I’m overstating it when I say you would have come off as heroes to the R&B  community. That move would have been a great one.

I should note that I keep saying they should have given Marvin Gaye a writing and publishing credit. I realize that I don’t know for sure that Marvin Gaye wrote the song. I believe he did, but if so I don’t know if there were other people collaborating. I should say that the writers of the original song should be given credit on the song that stole from them.

So there. Blogging 101 asked us to write a post based on something we commented on yesterday. Normally I would say that the things I comment on really aren’t anyone’s business besides me and the person who wrote the post that I commented on. In this case though, I was probably going to write something about this anyway. So there you go.

*edits* I knew that he spelled his last name Gaye, with an e, but at about the same time “Sexual Healing” was climbing the charts I had a classmate who spelled his last name without the e, Gay.  For some reason in this post I went with Pete’s spelling instead of Marvin’s.  Fixed.