There is the real dream home, which exists on an emotional level, and the fantasy dream home which exists on a fairy tale level. I’ll give you both.
The real, emotional dream home is any home I share with my wife. Ideally I would share it with my step kids too, but they are adults now and I have to accept that. They will always have a place in wherever I happen to call home, but they don’t live with us anymore. To sum up, my current home is my dream home because I live here with Jen, my bride.
The fairy tale home is less interesting. Big house, near water, preferably the ocean but a lake or a river would do just as well. It would have a big kitchen, a big living room that we could stock up with cool home theater stuff. It would have a music room and lots of bedrooms and lots of rooms for work-from-home office spaces. It would have a big yard and a landscaper so I don’t have to mow the lawn myself. It would also have lots of nice views of the water. What else… lots of storage, I guess. Fun stuff like that.
When it comes to living arrangements, I don’t need a lot. I just need my family and a few places to spend time with them. I’m easy that way.
Hey Google AI thing, generate an image of a Jedi Knight relaxing in his dream home.
The Bruins lost. UMass Lowell and Vermont tied for the second day in a row. Boo on both fronts. When does Red Sox spring training start? Last place with a bullet, babie.
I didn’t get a lot of recording done today but I did get quite a bit of song writing in. Good. Vocals will be recorded in the morning… I hope.
Star Wars audiobooks. Why do they feel the need to add sound effects and a background score? Just read the friggin’ book and stop acting like you’re special. Sheesh.
I’m completely exhausted. I’m going to sleep. Talk to you all tomorrow. Good night, gentle readers. Sweet dreams.
Flickr… sure it’s mostly a dead site, but I have thousands of crappy photos there and I use it to host almost all of the photos I post here so I am fully on board.
Today is Flickr’s 20th birthday. I am celebrating by posting pictures of cats. Enjoy.
I’ve been working my way through The X-Files again. I am up to season four now. The last two episodes have had major cross overs with The Walking Dead. Who knew?
In 1996 Laurie Holden played a U.N. worker (who may be Mulder’s next informant?) on The X-Files. In 2010 she played Andrea on The Walking Dead. Unfortunately Andrea the comic character was a bad ass, awesome character while Andrea the T.V. character… not so much. Sorry.
In 1996 Pruitt Taylor Vince played a psycho wack-a-do on The X-Files in a freak of the week episode. In 2011 he made a pretty huge impact on The Walking Dead as Otis, even though he was only in two (or was it three?) episodes. First he accidentally shot someone important (oops) then he became a gigantic plot device to turn a good guy bad.
Will there be more connections to come? I wonder. There are still a ton of X-Files episodes to watch, and 11 years worth of The Walking Dead. There could be 100 more cross overs for all I know.
My response to receiving amazingly fantastic news would be three-fold.
First, I would share this hypothetical great, amazingly fantastic news with my wife, the love of my life, Jen.
Second, Jen and I together would share this hypothetical great, amazingly fantastic news with my step kids, Bellana and Harry.
Third, I would share this hypothetical great, amazingly fantastic news with the universe via a blog post on this very site.
Yes, that last one is pretty lame and nerdy, but I’m being honest with my kind, honorable, much appreciated readers. I’d let you all know, but you’d be third on the list.
Hey Google’s AI thing, whatever you’re calling yourself today, generate an image of a Jedi Knight receiving some amazingly fantastic news.
Guitar number two (more like guitar number 1A) is going in the shop tomorrow. I am fully nervous again, even though guitar number one came out great.
Frets? Probably. Bridge and nut? Likely. Wiring harness? Could be. I should have it re-painted (white? red?) and re-finished too, but those are expenses I am not willing to take on.