Eight to Two

The Bruins lost to the Carolina Hurricanes last night. The team with the zillion dollar goalie lost 8-2. Eight to two. They gave up eight goals. Eight!

The way things went through the first month of the season I really didn’t expect a win, but eight goals? Eight?

Today is November 1st. We’re a month into the season. It’s too late to be thinking that the Bruins are just off to a slow start. It is starting to feel like maybe they just… ya know… suck.

No defense… no offense… no goal tending?

Is this going to be a long season or something?

Big Day

As a black cat, Halloween is sort of Lily’s big day. She was very fascinated by the door being open but as usual, once the strangers started showing up she was nowhere to be found. She tried her best though. Good job, cat.

Robin also tried to get into the spirit of the day. Mostly showing support for her daughter, like a good parent. She also was nowhere to be found once people started coming by. Oh well. Both of our cats are just wimps, I guess.

The good news from the Trick or Treat experience is that we gave out a shit load of candy. The bad news is that we did not give it all out. I have a few leftover bags. In the pre-gastric bypass surgery world I would have started eating the leftovers by now. Today? Post-surgery? I can’t eat sugar anymore so… I don’t know what’s going to happen to the leftovers. We’ll see the kids in a couple of weeks. Maybe they’ll take it.

Hope your Halloween was a good one. Happy Halloween, everyone.

A Nice Halloween Gift

I did not watch a single pitch of the World Series this year. Why would I watch a series played between two teams that I loath? Nope. Not a single pitch.

I did check the scores each day to see if the team I hate more than the other team I hate lost. Last night before I went to bed I checked the score and the team I hate the most was winning again. Shit.

Today is Halloween. Happy Halloween!

As I was getting ready to start my morning routine I checked the score again. The Dodgers came back and took the lead in the eighth inning and won the game and won the World Series! I hate the Dodgers, but they are practically family compared the the fucking Yankees.

The Yankees lost!
The Yankees lost!
Happy Halloween everybody, the Yankees lost!

Marvel Moment

I just watched the final episode of the first season of Agatha All Along on Disney+.

Now I need to go back and rewatch Wanda Vision to cement it all in context, and then I have to rewatch the whole season because HOLY SHIT!

How’s that for a spoiler free review?

Hiccups

I used to get the hiccups all the time. I mean all the time. Not only that, but they were never ending. I tried all the things you’re supposed to try to get your hiccups to stop and nothing ever worked. Nothing. Ever.

Eventually the problem was solved by the great Bill Nye the Science Guy. He had a video… somewhere… that I watched that said to get your hiccups to stop you have to get your brain to stop waffling between the am-I-breathing and am-I-swallowing states and force it to do one or the other. He said to take a drink, but instead of drinking normally, take five small gulps in quick succession. Gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp.

I tried it. Lo and Behold, it worked.

Oh the gloriousness, it worked.

Then I had the Gastric Bypass Surgery. Fast forward a little over two years and I was talking about something with my wife and it occurred to me that I had not had the hiccups once since the surgery. Not once. That was lucky, as Bill Nye the Science Guy’s cure would have been tough for me because I couldn’t drink fast anymore. I had to pause between sips, and the sips had to be small. As time continues to pass, that is less and less of an issue. I can’t gulp drinks like I used to, but it is not as difficult as it was in the early post-surgery days.

Which is lucky, because tonight after dinner… for the first time in two years and almost six months…

I had the hiccups.

Bill Nye’s trick still works, thank goodness.