Snack Irony

Bloganuary writing prompt
What snack would you eat right now?

A day late and a dollar short. Sounds like me.

I had every intention of answering Friday’s writing prompt question on Friday, but I woke up sick and my whole day went down the toilet (literally and figuratively) and I never got around to it. That means that you get Friday and Saturday’s writing prompts on Saturday. I can see how amazed you are.

I will keep this one short and painful and hyper focused on the goings on in my stomach yesterday. The answer to the question at it’s basic level was I couldn’t eat a snack if I tried.

I woke up a little late and my stomach was a little sore. As I started to go about my morning routine that soreness became major pain. I tried to have some water, as I always do at the start of my morning, and had to stop after a small amount. I got my first round of vitamins in at least. I was curious if the pain was due to hunger, which sometimes happens, even though I knew it wasn’t. I tried to eat a protein bar but had to stop after a few bites. 

That was it. I had another little bit of water later in the day but that went badly too. All in all I finished the day with about eight ounces of water (the goal is 64) and maybe five grams of protein (the goal is 80). I couldn’t have had any more if I tried. The very thought of food made me feel nauseous. 

So the literal answer to the question of what snack I could have eaten at any given moment yesterday was none. Today might be a different answer, but I am going to take it as easy as I can. I probably will stick to protein bars until dinner just to make certain that everything is okay now.

I’m sure I will let you all know how it goes as the day rolls on. stay tuned?

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.

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:

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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.

Back Yard Fun

Bird house number one is hanging in the front of the house. No tenants yet. Bird house number two was hung on a baby pine tree this morning.

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Bird house number three was hung on the tree right outside the bedroom door, which is also the first tree in the yard to start coming alive. Green!

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Finally, for now at least, the bird feeders are full. It’s Spring, babie! Enjoy!

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Patience

I’m patiently waiting for this to come back…

…and my patience is running really thin.

No stir crazy jokes today. I want this shit to be over. I want our lives back again. It’s so close I can taste it, but at the same time all of the infection numbers are climbing. It’s getting to me today. It got to me yesterday too, but today is a little different some how.

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Life on Venus? Hell Yes!

Is there life on Venus? You wouldn’t think so…

UNTIL NOW!!!

Well… it’s probably not life. I haven’t read the article yet, but I’ve read the author’s tweet storm where he talks it through. It’s probably just something that on Earth is biological, but elsewhere is just some goofy chemistry that we haven’t seen in these parts yet.

Still… even though this isn’t even close to evidence that there is life on another planet, I am going to choose to error on the side of massive overreaction and say, WOOOHOOO! Life on Venus, babie!

Is This a Bad Sign?

I was running around like a nut today, all kinds of busy, getting stuff done, meeting deadlines.  My mind was wandering and I really wasn’t paying attention, but when the thought, “it’s been a long day” popped into my head I had to stop and assess the situation.

I looked at my watch.  5:50am.  I had literally only been awake for 50 minutes and I was already thinking that it’s been a long day.

That is a bad sign, right?  I am in serious trouble today, for sure.

At least it’s the last day before a long weekend, and the kids are at our house for the whole thing.

Bright side, babie.  Bright side!

RPM Challenge — Day 25/28 #RPM2017

On Thursday I resigned myself to the fact that for the first time since 2011 I was not going to complete the RPM Challenge. Two days later, not only am I sure to have something to turn in for RPM, I will have 14 songs for FAWM as well.

I cut a lot of corners. The biggest one being that I don’t care if all the lyrics read the same. They are almost all written about the same thing. At best it hits the same topic from a few different angles, and at worst I probably re-used entire lines. I don’t care at all. I just want this thing done.

The second corner I cut was no harmony vocals and no doubling. Just one vocal track per song. I was kind of considering that as an option even before February started. I have felt like I keep doing the same thing over and over. Doubled vocals and two part harmonies everywhere. The decision not to do that was definitely made in an attempt to save oodles of time and energy, but it could have been more than that.

I haven’t started mixing anything yet, though I do have a few songs that are ready. I expect the mixes will be quick and dirty just like the vocals, but that is sort of fitting for this year’s pile of crap. Some of the songs are almost decent, but I am doing a really shitty job of putting it all together. I’m wondering if the troubles I’ve had are the universe’s way of telling me that this is my last RPM. Could be.

Long Weekend

After two straight foot-plus snow falls we limped into the three day President’s Day weekend. I’d wish you a happy President’s day, but the current president is a fascist and I’d rather not wish anything related to him upon anyone.

My goals for the weekend were simple. Clean the bedroom, do all the laundry, and work on RPM. Simple enough, right? I thought so too, until I walked down cellar to put that first load of laundry into the dryer and my basement was underwater. Yeah, thanks washing machine. I had to run a second load in order to figure out where the problem was. It’s not the washer or any of the hoses. It’s the pipe the outflow hose drains into. There’s a clog in there somewhere and it backed up something fierce. Calls to the plumber have been made.

So my wet vac and I rekindled our old friendship and I carried about a thousand gallons of water (give or take a few) out the cellar bulkhead. Granted, I had to shovel out the cellar bulkhead first, which just added insult to injury. My back is not thanking me at all. Clearly I wasn’t going to finish the bedroom on Saturday, and I was just too sore from all the liftin’ on Sunday. I’m working on it today, a little at a time.

I took all of our remaining laundry to a laundromat with a wash/dry/fold service. It’s way too expensive, but it makes my life a little easier today. I also get to help out a small local business, which is nice once in a while.

I did some RPM work, but not enough. I still don’t have any lyrics and I only have eight days. There are 14 songs and all the rhythm guitars are done. Vocals next… I just have to write the parts. I’m not giving up though, just in case you were wondering. Onward and upward.

I am a little disappointed in myself. Politically, I should be doing more. There was a rally in Boston yesterday demonstrating against anti-science. Now that on the surface just sounds friggin’ ridiculous… as if science, the search for truth, could ever be attacked. Well, when you live in a fascist state you have to do some weird, crazy shit. Rallying in support of science is one of them

I didn’t go. I could have. I should have. Actually, I couldn’t have. I had too many other things going on. That’s not the point. I feel like I need to do more. I need to say more. I need to speak louder and more confidently to a larger audience. I rant on twitter a bit. I get some responses from both sides, but it’s pretty impotent when you come to think of it. I don’t rant enough on Facebook. I should do more there. My wife is amazing. She lets Facebook have it with both barrels. No holding back at all on her part. I wish I had the stones to do that. She’s been my hero since the day we met and this is just another example.

I don’t know. I feel like I have to get my voice into the growing crowd of people who are fed up with the fascist bullshit. He’s only been in office one month and already the country is spiraling out of control. The President declared the media an enemy of the people? Does he know that the press is protected by the constitution? He rails against the courts. Does he know that the constitution created the courts specifically as a check against the president and the legislature? Does he even realize that the constitution exists? If he does, does he care?

I need to do more. I want to do more. I don’t know if I am physically capable of doing more, but I want to. Maybe come March I’ll start keeping a closer eye on the goings on in Boston and maybe try and add my tiny voice to the growing chorus. I have to do something. If we want this fascist nightmare to end, we all have to do something.

One month down, 47 to go.

Mood Swings

I went to the RPM Challenge website during my lunch break to check out any new blog or forum posts. There aren’t many at this point, but come February 1st, there will be a lot. I figured I’d add a blog post about how I sort of want this year’s project to sound one way, but it will probably end up as something different. I think I tapped into something unconscious. This is what I posted:


These days I am stuck in a teeter totter of mood swings that go from depressed defeatism to just roaring mad. This is the world we live in now, I guess. If it weren’t for my wife and step kids I’d probably go nuts.

Join me!

I want this year’s music to be mean and angry and complicated and anti-social and to have as little as humanly possible to do with what anyone else might want me to write or sound like. Of course I lack the talent to write music like that, so at best we’ll get noisy songs that sound kinda mad but otherwise sound like everything else I’ve ever done.

Or, I’ll go into it wanting angry and mean and anti-social and end up with quiet and moody woe-is-me stuff (with the occasional wah-wah guitar solo).

How the hell should I know what it’s going to sound like? I’m not even sure who I am anymore. I had all these preconceived notions about the world outside my door and BANG they’re all wrong.

A wise man (who played in a band called Traffic) once said, “who knows what tomorrow may bring?”

Two weeks from tomorrow. Come on February, you son of a bitch. Bring it on. Do your worst.


Okay, where the hell did that come from? I think I can guess, and I think the answer has to do with a certain American transfer of government that is scheduled to take place on Friday. That’s pretty much coloring every thought these days.