Film

All right, red head. It’s time to get off your ass and shoot some film. Enough procrastinating. Enough saying you’re going to do stuff and then don’t. Damn it!

I have four rolls of film ready to develop. Most of it is from our Disney trip back in May/June. There are a couple of shots that are actually from Fathers Day and they are likely the last pictures I will ever have of my dad. It’s time to get the friggin’ things developed.

But…

I have a roll in my Nikon that is nearly finished. I should shoot the rest of that first and then get five rolls developed, right? I also have a roll in my Pentax. I should shoot through that and then get all six developed, right? Right?

Damn it! I am procrastinating around my procrastination! Get off your faux-photographer ass, red head!

Sunrise at the ocean tomorrow is 6:47am and the forecast calls for mostly clear skies. That does it. I’m going pitcher shootin’ tomorrow. Go to the ocean, bang out the roll in the Nikon, take some digitals, come down the coast to the usual places like the Plum Island light house and bang through the roll in the Pentax along with some more digitals. Then if I still have film left, hit a few places in my town and work through the rest of it.

I am working in the office on Monday so I won’t be able to get to the post office. Tuesday I am working at home though, so by Tuesday morning we’ll have an order placed at some photo lab and I’ll drop everything off for shipping before work.

I have spoken. Make it so. This is the way.

In closing, here’s a shot of the Spicket Falls Damn in Methuen that I shot on Kentmere 100 film with my Nikon FG-20. Just because film is cool in a nerdy retro faux artistic bullshit way.

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Sheets

I almost had to take some sick time off of work this afternoon. I wasn’t sick though.

Before work started this morning I threw in a load of laundry. Specifically, I washed our bed sheets. It took half the work day to get through it all because things got really busy for a while there. By 3:00 or so that load of laundry was done and I brought it upstairs and quickly made the bed.

The sheets had gone straight from the dryer onto the bed and they were so warm and happy and wonderful that I almost told Jen that we had to both take the afternoon off sick so that we could just get into bed and go to sleep in the warm and happy and wonderful newly cleaned sheets.

We didn’t though.

Total missed opportunity, if you ask me.

Maybe I’ll wash the sheets again tomorrow, what with it being Saturday and all.

Sounds like a plan.

This Weekend’s Guitar Project

I have a guitar project for this weekend. I need to do some research first.

There is some nasty fret buzz around the second fret on my ES-335. Here’s hoping it’s something I can fix myself. I certainly hope so considering I had a professional work on it just a few months ago.

CD

The CD player on Dad’s stereo thing that I’ve been using to listen to all of my Rush records on vinyl works.

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I started listening to everything in order yesterday. Presto, from 1989, is the first Rush studio album that I don’t have on vinyl (did it ever come out on vinyl? I don’t think so) and when I got to that point in the catalog… I just had to listen to it. I don’t have another album on vinyl until Vapor Trails, from 2002. So I guess it’s CDs for the next four releases.

Am I a nerd? Why yes, yes I am.

Friday Luck

It’s a lucky Friday… sort of. Not really. I am being a little sarcastic.

Last Friday I was super sick with a stomach issue. Today we get hit with a big scary issue at work that has lots of people in a near panicked state.

When I say I am lucky what I mean is I am lucky it happened today and not last Friday when I was a mess all day.

Whew, right??

The Mets Didn’t Lose

While I am very happy that the Padres advanced out of the wild card round of the MLB playoffs, I am also pretty bummed that the Mets also managed to advance. Oh well. I hate New York. What’s a Bostonian to do?

I’m not doing real picks posts for the MLB playoffs, but I am going to write down which team I am rooting for in each series, even though I hate every team that isn’t named the Red Sox. Sucks to be us… again.

Anyway.

Cleveland and Detroit? Ugh. I hate them both. I guess I’ll root for Cleveland. I guess.

Royals and Yankees. Do I even have to state it publicly? I hate the Yankees more than I hate anything in the entire universe, known or unknown. Fucking Yankees.

Mets and Phillies. See above, and the last post from last night. Also, the Phillies was the first youth baseball team I played for, back when I was eight years old and hadn’t learned just how much life can suck for a Boston baseball fan (that was 1979 and the 2004 Red Sox were a long, long way off still). So I am rooting for the Phillies, even though I kinda hate them.

Padres and Dodgers. We all know the Dodgers are going to win, but I am backing the Padres because someday I want to move to San Diego, aka paradise on Earth, and when (not if, when) I do I will be a season ticket holder for the Padres and watch MLB games in a stadium where someone who stands six feet four inches tall can actually fit in the seats, unlike Fenway Park which was designed for people who stand five foot eight inches tall, max.

Really, after all of this, the important thing to note here is that the opening game for the Boston Bruins is next week. October 8th. Of course, Jeremy Swayman will likely still be unsigned and the Bruins will effectively be tanking as a result so it’s going to suck, but at least it’s a Boston team and I can be the homer that I excel at being.

I Want the Mets to Lose

I am from Boston. All New York sports teams are offensive to me. They burn my soul.

Yesterday I wrote a post listing off which teams I hate the most in each Wild Card round match up. Amazingly, the team in each series that I hate the most has lost in three of the four series. The only one left is the only series that didn’t end in a sweep. The Brewers and the Mets are playing game three right now. It’s scoreless in the third.

I hate the Mets. I probably don’t hate them as much as I hate the Yankees but I don’t hate anyone or anything in the universe as much as I hate the Yankees. The Montreal Canadians are close, but the Yankees are the root of all evil.

What was I talking about? Oh yeah, the Brewers and the Mets. I hate the Mets. I don’t hate the Brewers. In fact, I have been to a Brewers home game. It was September 5, 2007. Jen and I had been dating for a few months and we were out in Wisconsin visiting Mike and Tammy and their baby daughter who is now a high school senior.

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All the more reason to root against the friggin’ Mets.

Oh yeah, did I mention the Padres won their series yesterday? Bring on the Dodgers and the inevitable slaughter.

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