Business Idea

Daily writing prompt
Come up with a crazy business idea.

No.


For 30 years I’ve been trying to come up with a business idea. First with my friend Larry, then with my wife Jen. I’ve never come up with a single thing that would be worth investigating, seriously or jokingly or “crazy” or anything.

If I had, do you really think I would post it publicly on the internet? Even if it was a silly joke? How fucking stupid do you think I am?


ADDENDUM: I half expect tomorrow’s prompt to be something like post your social security number and your bank account details. 

Attachments

Daily writing prompt
Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?

I will give you three items from different points in my youth.

Item number one: The stuffed animals.

When I was a toddler I had two stuffed animals. One was a teddy bear and the other was a bunny. I think the bear’s name was Teddy (very original, Robert) and the bunny’s name was Bunny (even more original, Robert). I think I was four years old but it might have been five. I’m not sure exactly. Without any prompting from any adults or older children, I decided that I was too old for my stuffed animals. I took them into the kitchen and explained to them that I could no longer keep them around and dropped them into the trash barrel. My mother watched me do it.

A year or so later I found them in a cabinet under the kitchen sink. My mother was apparently heartbroken watching me try to force myself to grow up (or whatever the hell I was doing) and pulled them out of the trash and hid them. She was worried that after a few days I would miss them and be a mess. If that happened she could pull them out of hiding and save the day. That never happened though. Once I found them I did keep them, but by then I was totally over them. I don’t know how long I kept them, but eventually they went away. I think the bear fell apart and the bunny was just worn out.

Item number two: Huffy Thunder Road.

I do not recall how old I was when these events took place, but it was definitely pre-teen. It was my first real bike. A Huffy Thunder Road. That model of bike came with a number plate. Most of them were number four. A lot were number 54. Mine was number 45, and I think it was the only 45 I had ever seen. I may have the 54 and 45 reversed, but I am pretty sure mine was 45. 

I rode that bike everywhere. One night I left it in my next door neighbor’s yard. After I had gone in for the night one of the neighbors kindly walked it back to our yard. After that, at some point in the dead of night, it was stolen. I was crushed. It was my fault for not putting it away properly, and that made it worse. My sister had recently graduated to a 10-speed bike so I rode her Huffy Star Spangler until I could get a new bike. My new bike was a 10-speed and it was the first actual mountain bike I had ever seen. It was MASSIVE. I never forgot about that Thunder Road though. I loved that bike so much.

Item number three: Gibson Les Paul Deluxe.

My first guitar was an acoustic guitar that had belonged to my Uncle. He gave it to me for my birthday in 1986. My first electric guitar was a cheap starter model (A Hondo stratocaster copy with one humbucker pick up) that I got for Christmas, I think also in 1986. My first high end guitar was a Gibson Les Paul Deluxe that I bought from Russo’s Music in Lowell, MA in 1987. I was 16 years old. That still counts as “youth,” right? 

In December 1991 my friend Jeff the drummer and I were trying to start a new band. We auditioned a singing bass player one day. He was WAY too old to be in a band with us and he wasn’t very good, but he had a ton of fun, easy, catchy original songs and we had fun jamming with him one day. There wasn’t much chance of forming a band, but it was a fun day. Afterwards I drove home and was feeling pretty beat. I took my saxophone and my gig bag into the house with me (I was in music school at the time and was a saxophone major) but left my guitar and my amplifier locked in the back seat of my car. I planned on bringing them into the house, but I never got around to it.

The next morning I went outside and found one of the back windows was smashed in and my guitar and amplifier were gone. A thief or thieves had broken into a bunch of cars on our street that night, including my sister’s which was parked next to mine. They hit the jackpot with my car. I still have not recovered. I freakin’ loved that guitar.

There you have it. Three things I was attached to and what happened to them. Part of me is still wanting to get another Les Paul Deluxe. I think I want a Junior and a Firebird and a Standard with P90 pickups first, but a Deluxe is definitely on the I-Want list.

Buzz

Daily writing prompt
What is your mission?

If there is one thing I hate, apart from snow and winter and TV commercials pimping medications, it is corporate buzz speak. Mission? Buzz buzz buzz. Ugh. So today’s daily writing prompt is to write a corporate mission statement. Hows aboutcha blow me, Bloganuary?

My mission (I feel gross just typing that word in this context) is to do whatever I can to make Jen happy. She’s the love of my life, my soulmate, and my wife and it is my job to make her happy. I fail a lot but I will never stop trying to be better at my one job. 

There. My mission. If you didn’t see that coming then you haven’t been paying attention, and that is okay. We’ll get through this together, friends and neighbors and kind readers.

Long Life

Daily writing prompt
What are your thoughts on the concept of living a very long life?

The short answer is that living a long life sure beats the alternative, right?

I suppose the missing piece of this question is how do you define a long life? Is 70 years long? When I was 20 I would have said yes. Now that I’m 52? No, no, and no. What about 80 years? My father is in his 80’s and that no longer feels long enough. 90 years? Maybe. 100 years? Probably. 200 years? No we’re talking.

Heads up, readers, things are about to get a little dark here… You’ve been warned.

The other question here is not about length of life but quality of life. My mother made it into her 80’s before we lost her last year. She made it into her 80’s. On paper that sounds like success, but the reality was that her final few years were a nightmare of dementia and memory loss and constant physical agony. My father’s mind is still sharp as ever, but physically he’s in pain and barely able to walk. He’s also suffering from the passage of time in that his wife and all of his family that he grew up with and most of his friends are gone. Is that the quality of life you want in your later years? As stated at the start of this philosophical masterpiece, it’s better than the alternative. It’s also so sad and depressing.

Okay, that was way more sharing than I’m currently feeling comfortable with. Let’s put this post to bed now. 

Different

Daily writing prompt
What could you do differently?

I’m still not in a sharing mood (shockingly) so I’m not going to give specifics. Suffice to say if you ask me what I could do differently, my broken little brain is going to hyper focus 100% on negatives. You’ve been warned.

What could I do different becomes what must I do to stop failing as a human being. I must be a better husband, a better step father, a better son, a better uncle, a better brother, a better employee, a better supervisor, a better democrat, a better citizen, and a better neighbor… and that is just for starters.

The problem, of course, is that I don’t know how to do any of it. I’m working on it all though. I’ll do better. I’ll be better.

Billboard

Daily writing prompt
If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say?

This one is going to need a list, babie! Here we go!

My potential billboard messages would include the following…

  • Nazis are evil. Stop being/supporting/collaborating with nazis.
  • Fascism is un-American. MAGA is fascism. Do the math.
  • The January 6th insurrectionists are guilty of both being terrorists and committing treason.
  • Life sentences for insurrectionists.
  • Pro January 6th = pro terrorism and pro treason.
  • Democracy Good. MAGA Bad.
  • Trust Science.
  • Science is real.
  • Science is accurate.
  • Science is reality. Religion is fan fiction.
  • Toxic science fiction fandom is idiotic. Grow the fuck up, children.
  • I am head over heels in love with my wife, Jen.
  • Star Trek: Deep Space Nine is better than you remember.
  • The Star Wars prequels and sequels are both bad, but they are not that bad. Get over it.
  • Tom Baker is still the best Doctor
  • Zack Snyder needs to cut back on the slow motion. Seriously, bro.
  • Kodak needs to try lowering film prices for a change.
  • Wear a mask and wash your hands.

Okay… 18 potential billboards written out in about five minutes, all off the top of my head.  I could probably come up with 100 more if I spent a little time thinking about it. No, we’ll stop here. Maybe I’ll add a second post with more later (but probably not).

Enjoy, my gentle readers and only friends.*


*I am not sure when I combined Stephen King’s “gentle readers” line with A Clockwork Orange’s, “oh my brothers and only friends” but it’s sort of working for me. 

Time Travel

Daily writing prompt
Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why?

Neither?

Both?

I honestly don’t know. Maybe I just hyper focus on the present? I am not in a sharing mood again (shocking) so I am not going into details, but while I do often find myself thinking of the past (both recent and distant) and I often find myself thinking of the future (both near and far), I think I spend most of my time stuck right in the present.

At the same time though… maybe I don’t do any of that. Maybe I just don’t pay enough attention to my mind wandering through time to be cognizant* of where it spends most of it’s time travelin’ time.

Will I pay more attention to this question in the future?

Probably not.


*Pompous ass, Robbie and his $0.10 words. You’re welcome.

Gifts

Daily writing prompt
What is the greatest gift someone could give you?

There is a literal and an emotional answer to this question. I’m not in a sharing mood today (shockingly) so I’m not going into detail, but the literal answer to the greatest gift is this:

126/365

The emotional/spiritual answer is (obviously) this:

College(s)

Daily writing prompt
What colleges have you attended?
  • University of Lowell
    • Fall 1989 to Fall 1991
    • Prior to my last semester (or was it the second to last semester?) the university was absorbed into the University of Massachusetts and changed its name to University of Massachusetts Lowell, or just UMass Lowell
    • Majored in Music with an emphasis in Sound Recording Technology
    • Did not graduate due to dropping out because I didn’t have the math background to get through the Calculus and Physics pre-reqs and didn’t know how to fix the problem so I quit
  • Northeast Broadcast School
    • Not sure exactly but I think it was November 1992 through June 1993… that can’t be right, can it?
    • At some point after graduation the school was bought out or merged or something like that with the Art Institute schools. I don’t know if either of them even exist at all anymore
    • Majored in Audio Recording
    • Graduated with a certificate
  • Middlesex Community College
    • Fall 1997 through Spring 2000
    • Majored in Computer Science
    • Graduated with an Associates degree
  • UMass Lowell (again)
    • Fall 2000 to Spring 2004
    • Majored in Computer Science
    • Graduated with a Bachelors degree, thus ending my seven year run as a career student

Play

Daily writing prompt
Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you?

So… “Bloganuary.” Okay. I wonder, did someone get paid to come up with that name? I mean… if so, I hope they didn’t get paid much. Whatever. 

Do I play in my daily life. I play guitar. Once in a while I play a video game. I guess the answer is yes then. I guess I can stop writing about today’s writing prompt then, eh?

What says playtime to me? This:

123/366 - January 1st

Honestly it’s a pretty good thing that today’s prompt was uninspiring. It is the first post-holidays work day today and I overslept a bit. Not enough to make me late for work, but enough that I have to hurry through my morning routine. I ran in place (yogged) for 45 minutes and I am eating a little breakfast as I type this. Next up is to shower and shave and then punch into work for the day. It helps that I won’t be spending much time on this post. 

Bloganuary, indeed.