Tag: loser

It is Happening Again

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.

Feeling Lost

I feel so weird right now. I feel lost, somehow. At home, I had a huge music project that I was completely wrapped up in and now it’s done. At work I got flattened by a runaway train that is now back on the tracks.

Now what?

Those two things have kept the CPU in my head running at close to 100% capacity for most of the last month. Now that I’ve moved on from both things my CPU is down to a much more normal operating level and that is all kinds of good, but the rest of my brain is less occupied than it was and doesn’t know what to do with itself.

I had an idea to take the 10 least awful songs from the last three months and redo them in the hopes of improving them. I listened through everything and picked the songs I want to try, but I’m already losing interest.

What should I do? Part of me wants to just spend a few weeks watching TV, but I should do better than that, shouldn’t I?

I just don’t know what to do with myself.

I found a bag of Hershey’s Kisses in the junk food closet. I just ate a bunch of them and now I feel sick. I guess I ate too much. Somehow that is symbolic of my mental state. Blah, barf.

Trump is a Fascist Idiot – 3/23/17 Edition

I had a really busy day at work today. I didn’t have any time to spend paying attention to the outside world.  I knew that our fascist prick overlord dictator asshole was pushing for a vote on the billionaires tax break bill that everyone is calling trumpcare.  I wanted the vote to fail.  I know in the end it’s not going to make any difference.  The fascist prick will put through whatever he wants and his collaborators in Congress will bend over and give the pussy grabber whatever he wants.

Imagine my surprise when I put on the radio after work and found out that things looked so bad for the vote that the fascist collaborators actually cancelled the vote.  Take that you fascist losers.

Any time the American people can show trump what a serious loser he is, it makes me happy.  How’s that popular vote, you loser.  How’s that travel ban, you loser.  If we’re going to be stuck with this son of a bitch for another three years and 10 months then I foresee many, many losses for the loser.

They Are Dead to Me

Had they come out and played well last night (and Monday night) and lost I would feel better. No. The Bruins played like cow shit for the first half of last night’s game and never had a chance. The score was never out of hand, but they were never close.

It was not a choke on par with the 2010 3-0 lead. It was not a choke on par with losing game six of the Cup finals last year. It was, however, a monumental suck of a choke.

The hell with them. They’re dead to me.

It’s baseball season.

Go Red Sox.

We Didn’t Win

There was a Powerball drawing last night with an estimated jackpot of 400 gagillian zillion dollars.  I once heard state (in this case, multi-state) lotteries described as a tax on the stupid.  Well, I paid that tax after work yesterday.  I bought 10 tickets.

I completely forgot about it until a few minutes ago, so I checked my numbers.  Of the 10 tickets, five had exactly one of the winning numbers.  I could be wrong, but I think that’s the best result I’ve ever had!  WOOHOO!  I lost, but by less than I usually lose by!  Nice!  Each loss brings us that much closer to the inevitable lottery jackpot.  I can feel it!

I mentioned yesterday that I had to get up super early to cover something at work.  The end result was that I went to bed super early last night.  I wanted to listen to the Red Sox game while I read myself to sleep (still reading Tony Iommi’s Iron Man.  I am nearing the end of the Dio years) but as the game was about to start I put the book away and laid down with my headphones still on.  I’ll just lay here and relax while I listen, thinks me.  Nope.  I was out like a light before the first pitch.  I woke up a couple of times with an ear pod (magically) still in place.  I would hear the score and then fall back to sleep.

That changed when I woke up in the top of the ninth with the Sox down 5-4 and a runner on first.  I stayed conscious for that.  Then Drew comes up with two on and BOOM the Sox are up 7-5.  Even on the other short wake ups, when I would hear that they were losing, I knew that there was no way Houston was beating us again.  I didn’t fall asleep again until after the game was over.

There is something about this year’s team.  They shouldn’t be as good as they are, given the horros of last season, but they just keep winning.  If nothing else, it’s fun to watch.  Hell, they’ve already won more games than last year!  Go Red Sox

 Changing the subject again, I just cooked my telecommuting lunch on the grill in the back yard. The hamburger was frozen so I walked around the edge of the woods and took two pics with Oggl.
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You are utterly blown away, I can tell.

In closing, my wife is stressing out about something today. I have full confidence that she is stressing out about nothing. She is just so incredible that she’s going to kick the holy hell out of that which bugs her. I know it. You all know it. She knows it too, deep down. She’s just awesome. Simple as that. Still, if you can spare some positive energy of the calm and relaxing sort, I am sure she’d love a little extra.

I love you like crazy, Jennifer. You are simply amazing.