Want to know what the worst part of working from home while one of the kids is home sick?
He’s in the living room watching Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix right now. I’m next door in the dining room starting my lunch break.
I really want to go into the living room and watch the movie with him. Not being able to is just the pits.
There are a lot of characters in English literature that can accurately be described as “badass”. Likewise there are a lot of characters who have moments that can be described as “epically badass”.
For my money, the most epically badass moment in all English literature has to be when Dumbledore and Voldemort face off in the Ministry lobby and Dumbledore calls Voldemort Tom. It’s like he’s patting him on the head saying, that’s a good evil wizard now go run along and play.
Epic badassitude.
I never watch football, but tonight we watched the fourth quarter of the Patriots/Ravens game. I like when the Pats win even though I don’t give a single inkling of a care.
I just can’t stand the broadcasts. Commercials, one play, commercials again. It makes me want to scream.
Today’s agenda is simple:
Karate Tournament.
I don’t know where it is, I don’t know the schedule, I just know that we’re going and that my step daughter is competing.
I’ll post pictures of her 500 first place medals when we get home.
I have never paid attention to how cites are selected to host the Olympics. However, I just read that Boston, Massachusetts is the US city that will put in a bid to host the 2024 Summer games.
I have a few thoughts…
First, I would rather the Winter games. Can you say Hockey?
Second, logistically hosting the games here would be an absolute horror of a nightmare. We are a small city with a ton of people packed into a really small area. Think of the traffic. Think of the construction. It would be awful.
Third, I REALLY REALLY WANT IT TO HAPPEN!
Forth, if we do host the games in 2024 I will do everything humanly possible to see an event. Any event. If they have gum chewing in the 2024 Olympics I will try to get tickets. How often do you get the chance to see an Olympic event in person. Once in a lifetime? Less than once in a lifetime? I want to go!
I shut off the light and lay my head down to sleep and what do I see?
A gigantic Moon shaped night light shining in through the window.
Night night everyone.
What is it about New Hampshire?
Whenever I get my haircut at an establishment that is based in New Hampshire, I end up looking like I was given a trim by a new hire on the first day at work who is equipped only with a hedge trimmer.
Furthermore, why do I then continue to forget about the New Hampshire haircut connection and go back?
It’s like she only had one eye. Either that or she had two eyes and one was set 50% further into her head than the other. I look… lopsided.
My wife is trying to install Mac OS onto her Windows box. She’s building a Hackintosh.
I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again… She’s a genius. Her tech skills are unmatched by mortals.
Love her.
I miss having a proven source for discovering new music. It used to be radio and MTV (urgh), then in the mid-90’s (for me at least) it was late nights in bars in Boston. That was the heyday for me as far as finding music that was in a separate world from the charts and the land of commercial music. It was glorious.
Eventually it ran out of gas though. Well, truth be told I was the one who ran out of gas. The idea of driving home from T.T. the Bear’s place in Cambridge at 2am started to lose it’s appeal, and musical trips into town became something saved for special occasions (ie: Mission of Burma).
In 2008 I was looking for a site to use to host my attempt at the RPM Challenge and I ended up on both Virb and Alonetone. Both sites lead me to a slew of bands and artist that I otherwise never would have found. Many of those acts still have me waiting with baited breath for the next release even though most of them were very far removed from my usual musical comfort zone. Folk rock became a thing for me, as well as lots of acoustic singer/songwriters (usually women), and dare I say it… some electronic music (for shame, Robert!).
Since then? Eh… not much. I did what I did back in high school when hair metal made me want to claw my eyes out in disgust. I went back in time and found things that have been overlooked. That has resulted in a recent obsession with Richard Thompson, and to a slightly lesser extent Sandy Denny.
But new music? Again, not so much.
This year I am resolved to change that. I don’t know how, but it’s a New Year and resolutions are all the rage. I am going to search the interwebs for music made by people I have never heard of before in the hopes of finding a new musical obsession or two. Or three. Or 100. I might start with the mountain of best music of 2014 blog posts that have been popping up world wide over the last few weeks. After that? I don’t know. Not spotify, or beats, or any of that. I don’t want to be spoon fed the way we were back in the radio and MTV days (urgh). I want to discover, not be marketed to.
I’ll let you know how it goes.
I’m working from home today and the kids don’t have school so we all slept a little late this morning. About an hour later than usual the kids and I piled into the car and I drove them to their father’s house. It’s a Dad weekend so my wife and I won’t be seeing them until the middle of next week. That sucks, but it’s the way things go around here.
I came home and sat at my computer with a bottle of water, a breakfast bar, the vague notion of looking for random people’s Best CDs of 2014 lists to see if I could stumble upon some new music, and about an hour to kill before I had to punch into work.
I stood up to take my breakfast bar wrapper to the trash. I sneezed, boom. I immediately sneezed again, boom boom. Then three, one-two-three false alarms in a row. More sneezes were there, but they just wouldn’t happen. I went to the bathroom for a tissue and blew my nose. It was like opening the flood gate. Sneeze, sneeze, sneeze, runny nose, runny nose, runny nose, sneeze, sneeze, sneeze, false alarm sneeze, sneeze, sneeze, sneeze, runny nose to infinity.
That was about five hours ago. The sneezing hasn’t stopped. The runny nose hasn’t stopped. I’ve used about 20% of the one box of tissues left in the house. Remember the movie Twister where about half of every character’s lines throughout the whole film include the phrase, “we had no warning,” or at least some variation of that? That’s what this morning feels like to me. Just out of the blue, BAM! Head cold. How did it happen? There was no warning! It’s a category five and I had no warning!
I think I know what happened. It’s going to sound weird, but in that Sherlock Holmes method of after you remove every impossible reason whatever left, no matter how improbable, has to be true way it makes perfect sense.
I think I am allergic to January.
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