How can napping in a basket be comfortable?
I’m really tired tonight though so I am kind of jealous.
Nap Time
On His Birthday?
I saw this on The ‘Gram today:
Today is also Peter Gabriel’s birthday.
Genesis released the first Peter-free record on Peter’s birthday.
Low blow, bro.
Look What I Failed to Do
Wanna know what I have failed to do for the last two days?
Hint:
Ugh. I am feeling very musically uninspired right now. That’s not good when I am trying to write and record an album entirely within the month of February. Crud.
On a happier note, yesterday was the first time that Robin the Cat jumped up on my desk and hung out with me while I worked. Today was the first time Lily the Cat did the same.
My Parents at My Age
I’m 52 years old. I’ll be 53 in May and suddenly that seems immensely older than 52. Weird, this aging thing, isn’t it?
When my mother was 52 my father was 50 and I was about 22. That was 1992. At that time I think my sister was still teaching 1st grade in Long Beach, CA and my brother was still in high school. I had dropped out of college (music school) and was either working at UPS loading tractor trailor trucks, or I was starting to attend Northeast Broadcasting School in their eight month audio recording certificate program.
I’m not sure of the timeline for my parents. My father was running an accounting department. I think he was still at the scrap metal company in Tewksbury. That wasn’t the happiest time in his professional life, but it was better than the last days with the restaurant company. My mother… I think my mother was working as a bookkeeper at the electronics place in Chelmsford. My father would eventually work there as well. He ran the accounting department and my mother worked for him. My brother interned there as well, and when I went back to school for real a few years later I worked there as an overnight cleaning guy. Things seemed good for my parents in those days.
Apart from that, I have to expect that my parents spent a lot of time worrying about what a fuck up I was turning into after first deciding to go to music school, then dropping out, then going to a useless tech school to study a useless field, and then turning into a warehouse flunky for a few years. It was 1997 when I went back to school for real. I hope that eased their worries.
1992 was a long way away from my mother’s brain tumor and the dementia it lead to, and my father’s heart attack and all the trouble that lead to. 1992 was a pretty happy year for me, personally, even if I was turning into a professional fuck up. I wouldn’t change a thing as it all lead me to where I am today. If I had to change anything though, that brain tumor and the heart attack would be high on the list. Hell… they would pretty much be the list.
Hey AI Thing, generate an image of a Jedi Knight visiting his parents.
iOS Journal App: Post Number 35
(Non) Daily Haiku for You #147
How about a home improvement planning haiku for you?
IKEA tonight?
Making plans for the kitchen,
Like two crazy folks.
Happy Monday
Lots of meetings on the agenda for today. Here’s hoping Monday will be quiet otherwise.
Happy Monday, working folks.
Here’s a cat to make you feel better about having to go back to work again.
Laws Change
Daily writing prompt
If you had the power to change one law, what would it be and why?
There are many laws I’d like to change. There are many that exist that I would just like to see enforced. What was that amendment to the Constitution of the United States that made insurrectionist ineligible to run for President again? It would be nice to see a law like that enforced, wouldn’t it? As for changes, maybe something about making the wealthiest class of people in the US pay their share of taxes. Something like that could be fun, I think.
The one law I would change though is not actually a law yet, it’s a Supreme Court ruling about the constitutionality of various laws that passes responsibility to the states. I would like to change that situation so that there is a Federal law in place, possibly even a Constitutional Amendment. The law would state that individual women are responsible for their own health care decisions and the government can fuck right off. If a woman wants to have an abortion she can. If a women does not want to have an abortion she does not have to have one. Simple. The decision for any personal healthcare question belongs to the individual.
Like I said, simple.
Hey AI thing, generate an image of a Jedi Knight making decisions about her healthcare.
iOS Journal App: Post Number 34
I Could Not Care Less
Today is super bowl Sunday and I really, honestly, truly, could not possibly care less. I don’t give the faintest shit about football, the NFL, or any of it. Really, the only thing for me to look forward to is the aftermath of all of the maga asshole heads exploding the first time they put Taylor Swift on screen during the television broadcast. That is the only aspect of the game that is of any interest to me.
On the upside, it did give me the annual opportunity to crack my dumbest, most over used joke. I was talking to my father on the phone this morning and it went a little like this:
Dad: So, are there any sports on TV today? (He was kidding, of course)
Me: Well the Bruins played last night so no, no there isn’t.
Har har har, I’ve got a million of them. I’ll be here all week, be sure to tip your waitress.
In unrelated news, I got some good cat pics today.
Inside the Red Head's Head 