I didn’t think that failing at the Audible app was a thing. You know Audible, right? Basically it’s Amazon’s audiobook subscription service?.
I didn’t think there would be a way to straight up fail at using the app, but you know what? That audiobook that I just downloaded is most definitely in German, not English.
Fail, indeed.
I took a film camera to my dad’s. I was going to stop at a spot on the Concord River on the way home.
When I left dad’s it was raining.
Because of course it was raining. Of course.
Motivation… I just can’t…
What is wrong with me?
I keep coming up with ideas for creative things to do and I keep failing to do them. I can’t even get myself to start them, never mind finish them. What the hell, Robert?
Did I get up early and go to the ocean to take pictures? No, of course not. Don’t be fucking ridiculous. I slept three hours past the alarm. Of course I did.
DoI play the guitar every day? Do I play the guitar once a week? Don’t be stupid.
Did I plant peanuts? Did I make sugar free ice cream? Am I going to do either? Don’t be stupid, of course not.
Literally the only thing I can bring myself to do as far as projects are concerned is watch the fucking television. I’d say I was going to melt my brain but clearly it’s already been completely liquified.
How can it be? History really seems to be repeating itself.
My beloved Boston Bruins are choking again. AGAIN!
THEY ARE CHOKING AGAIN!
I only saw the first period last night and to my untrained eye they sure looked pretty lifeless, as Toronto was outshooting them at one point 11 to 1. The score at the start of the third period was 1-0 Toronto, which given what I saw seemed miraculous, and the final was 2-1 Leafs.
I can’t believe it is happening again.
Game seven is Saturday. My confidence level is squarely at zero right now.
Again… again. Ugh.
I just updated my iPhone 14 to iOS 17.2 and now the clock doesn’t work when the phone is in Night Stand mode.
Oh, good.
It took me about 35 seconds after updating to find a bug. That does not seem like a very good sign to me.
I made the decision last night before going to bed. I was going to sleep a little late and skip today’s running. I just knew I didn’t have a 30 minute trot around the neighborhood in me. My legs were still sore from almost 48 hours before, I was stone dead tired all day yesterday, I just wanted to wake up an hour or so late and go down cellar and watch Star Trek Strange New Worlds and just not worry about running. I did the running in place thing (pronounced yogging) instead so my exercise ring is closed.
So in other words, I feel like a total failure today. That’s nice.
Where do we go from here? I am not sure. I should do a run tomorrow and get myself back on track. Instead, I might give myself another day and then get back to it on Saturday. I am also considering going back two trainings and instead of doing week three, run two, I would do week two, run three. Week three, run one kicked my ass so thoroughly I feel like I need to build back up to it and then try it again. We’ll see.
I don’t think I am ready to quit yet. I ain’t no quitter, but… maybe in a few days I will be. I don’t know. We will have to wait and see how complete a failure I end up being.
I got up and out of the house in time to get to Hampton Beach for the sunrise. The whole drive up I didn’t see a single cloud. Perfectly clear skies. I was feeling pretty optimistic about getting better results than the last time I went to the ocean.
Nope. It was an even worse fail than last time. There was one thick, ugly, narrow band of clouds sitting exactly on the horizon. It blocked the sunrise completely. Fail Fail Fail. I also set my ISO really high when I took the picture of the cat I posted last night and I forgot to lower it. That screwed up my long exposure attempts. I was just winning left and right.
All in all… a waste of a trip… again.
Two days in a row with quinoa fails. What the hell, Robert? Yesterday I screwed up the stove. Today I used a new brand of bouillon cubes and I guess I used too much because the end result was WAY too salty.
I’ve been making this same quinoa dish for years. Literally for years. I can count the number of colossal fails on one hand and now I’ve messed it up two days in a row.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I mentioned recently that I ripped the hell out of one of my pairs of jeans the other day and had to order some new clothes. I ordered a couple of pairs of jeans and a few shirts. I got a delivery message that same day with a delivery date of today. Nice.
Today I noticed that a second pair of jeans is also ripped to shit. At this point in the story please note that I rarely buy clothes and the two ripped jeans are probably 3-4 years old. I think it’s been that long since I resupplied.
Well that sucks, but at least the post office will be delivering two new pairs of pants today, right? Good timing, I guess.
That’s what I thought at least. The postman brought me a package today and it was very small. Way too small for two pairs of pants and a few shirts. Small enough that it actually held one shirt. The hell?
I checked the delivery email again. Big letters: DELIVERED, then a link to one of the shirts I ordered. Then in small letters: Processing, then links to everything else. Oh you sonofabitch. I just suck at reading. Really, I am just not that good at life.
I guess I am down to one pair of jeans now. Unless of course the third pair is also ripped and I just haven’t noticed. How much do you want to bet on that?
I’m a Mac user, babie. None of that Windows crap for me. Well… except for work… and except for when I want to use something that doesn’t run on a Mac.
Jen has inspired me to try my hand at gaming so I installed World of Warcraft on my Mac. It works fine. Cool. Then there was the game I tried to play the last time I tried to get into gaming… which was something like 2012 or so? Star Wars: The Old Republic. That puppy doesn’t run on Mac.
So what’s a red headed Mac douche to do? Emulate, bitches! I installed Parallels and Windows 11. That works fantastically. Groovy like you’ve read about. Next, I installed Steam. That seems okay except that I always always always lose my password and had to jump through 2000000 hoops to actually get in. Once that mess was clean I downloaded and installed Star Wars. Success! Then I had to go through another 100000 password hoops before finally getting into the game and finding out that it doesn’t work with a track pad. I’m sure it works fine if I had an actual mouse with two buttons, but for the moment?
Fail, apparently. Bummer… for now.
Inside the Red Head's Head 