Okay, I lied. I’ve watched a few pitches of the season opener.
Red Sox at Mariners. No score in the top of the third inning.
Happy opening day, America.
ADDENDUM: Dever’s hit a two run homer just after I published this post. The Red Sox are now up 2-0 in the top of the third. Nice.
I was sitting in the living room working on melodies and lyrics for the two Record Every Month songs when my band’s drummer threw out a list of songs he thinks we should use for singer auditions.
I was going to kick off the discussion over the weekend if one of the other guys didn’t do it sooner. I am really glad someone did it sooner. I was starting to be nervous that maybe I was the only one of us still invested. I’m not. Hear me breathing that huge sigh of relief.
The list of songs he suggested is good. Most of what I was going to suggest is on it. A couple I wanted were not, but I can let the other guys talk me out of them. It’s all good.
Progress is a good thing.
Why am I so tired all the time? I’ve been exhausted all week. It’s getting distracting and a little disturbing.
I got seven hours of sleep last night, and seven hours the night before. Of course the night before that I barely made it to five hours, but that was days ago. Why am I not feeling the benefits of two good nights sleep in a row? It’s frustrating.
It doesn’t help that I can’t keep my eyes open at 8:00pm but then I get my second wind right at bed time and I sit up for an hour or two. Ugh.
Maybe I should just start going to bed at 8:00 and getting it out of the way? That’s no fun though.
Stupid sleep schedule. Stupid, stupid sleep schedule.
Today is opening day for Major League Baseball (excluding two teams that played a game overseas somewhere? Do I have that info correct?).
Today should really be a national holiday in the United States, even though Boston Red Sox fans, like me, get royally screwed.
Game one for the Red Sox is in Seattle. The local start time in Seattle is 7:00pm. That’s fine for them, but Boston is on the opposite coast and there is a three hour time difference. Start time for us here in New England is 10:00pm. There is zero chance of me staying up to watch even one pitch of tonight’s game.
Thanks for nothing, MLB schedule makers. We don’t get a game at a watchable start time until Sunday. That’s game four for the season. Sunday is an afternoon game in Seattle, starting at 1:00pm Pacific time, which is 4:00pm Eastern time. That would be nice except that it’s also easter Sunday and we’re having dinner with my father at 4:30… so I won’t be watching that game either. What a pain in the ass?
So MLB, how about a rule that says all opening day series must be played in both teams’ local time zones. You know, so the fans can actually watch the friggin’ games. Not that MLB gives the faintest shit about the fans. Just look at the start times for playoff games. They all start too late for normal people to watch the whole game, and heaven forbid a kid should want to watch a playoff game. No way.
Thanks for nothing, assholes.
My mother used to tell this story a lot. I have a vague memory of it happening, but it might be partly due to her telling me about it rather than a genuine memory, you know? I’m not sure how old I was when this happened, but let’s just say I was five and go with it.
I had my eyes checked at an eye doctor’s office. I don’t remember why. It was years before I would need reading glasses. I was really impressed with all of the equipment. It led to me being a little fascinated with eye doctors. I was also a little kid so I was fascinated with the usual little kid stuff. For whatever reason I blurted out what I wanted to be when I grew up. Was I asked about it? Did I just come out with it on my own? No idea. Whatever it was, I told my mother that I wanted to be an eye doctor during the week, but then drive a garbage truck on the weekends for extra money.
You know, like you do.
At other times I wanted to be an astronaut, a fireman, a policeman, a long haul trucker, a Jedi Knight. You know, the usual stuff. No plan was better than an eye doctor and a garbage truck driver on the side though. That plan was aces.
Isn’t she lovely?
In the office day.
I miss my wife… and my cats.
I want to go home.
We had a new dishwasher installed today. I am in the office so I have only seen pictures so far. I want to take it for a spin when I get home. I’ll dirty up some dishes if I need to.
I was in the office yesterday. I’ll be in the office tomorrow. Then I am at home on Friday, which is good because a plumber is coming on Friday. It never ends, kids. It never ends. Totally worth it though.
Change of subject: I watched 3 Body Problem on Netflix. I enjoyed it. I was warned that episode five was a mind blower and sure enough it was. I wonder if people who read the original books enjoyed it too. It read somewhere that it was considered to be an un-adaptable book and the fear was that people who read the book would hate the show. I wonder if that’s true. I wonder how moving much of the focus away from China would affect people’s opinions. I don’t know that I am curious enough to try and read the book, but maybe. I feel the same way about Foundation on AppleTV+. I enjoyed the show, but did I enjoy it enough to give the Azimov books a go? I don’t know.
Change of subject: This coming Sunday is Easter. Easter doesn’t have any real meaning for me anymore. Sorry, not sorry. We’ll have dinner with my father. The rest of my focus this weekend will hopefully be music. I have two songs for the March edition of Record Every Month to finish and there is a lot left to do on both of them. Here’s hoping I’ll get everything done. I won’t be distracted by the start of the Red Sox season though. Some moron decided to have Boston start the season on the West coast with all of the games being night games. That means the first handful of games this season won’t start until 10pm for Red Sox fans. Screw that.
Okay, here’s today’s bad photo a day challenge picture. No reason, just cause.
I’ll be in the office tomorrow too so expect number 210 of 365 to be another thoughtless picture of whatever I happen to see in the cellar while doing my daily exercise at 5:00am.
Something that no one understands… besides Three dimensional Calculus? Physics? Astronomy? Stuff like that?
About half of the people in the United States don’t seem to understand that fascism is both a thing (a bad thing at that) and un-American. I don’t understand how people don’t seem to get that, but they don’t. Fascism is idiotic and yet trump won the presidency in 2016 and got about half of the votes in 2020 and got the nomination for the nazi, umm I mean republican party just this month. What the ever loving fuck?
People don’t understand that weaving between lanes on the highway makes the traffic jams worse. Yeah, I just got to work after an hour and 40 minutes in gridlock. Morons changing lane for no benefit or no reason just make the stupid situation worse.
What else can I put here… I’m sure I can come up with something… I don’t know. I guess the anti-nazi one is enough for today.
Just remember folks, fascism is bad. Really bad.
Lily, laying on my wife’s back as my wife sleeps.
This is on the top 10 cutest things that has ever happened list.
