Morning Music and a Quest

I screwed up my morning routine today and I don’t know how I am going to recover. No details needed, as they are neither important nor really noteworthy, but I did manage to straighten it out enough to get a couple of things done.

First things first, car music. I put vocals on four 50/90 challenge songs. I was hoping to get to five, but I didn’t have time to add another song. I didn’t do particularly well today, and a couple of the melodies were a bit more complicated than my no-talent self usually gets. We’ll see how it comes out when the songs are done.

After the car music was complete I went on a quest. My father asked me to bring him a newspaper. I had a paper route back in the 80’s. Long time ago. I tried to remember the last time I bought one… given that the newspaper industry is effectively dead and the fact that they still exist is laughable. The last time I bought one was… I think… 2007? When the Red Sox won the World Series I bought a Boston Globe. I think I did it in 2007. I know I did in 2004. Let’s just say it’s going on 20 years.

Where the hell do people buy newspapers? The one my father wanted isn’t one that you could ever regularly find near my home (we’re in Lawrence Eagle Tribune country and he wants a Lowell Sun). I went to my old home town, Tewksbury, thinking there were a couple of stores where I might be able to find one. The first store I went to does not carry newspapers anymore. Big surprise. The second… is now a dentist office. Again, not a surprise. I finally decided to just hit any grocery store or convenience store I saw and I found one.

Quest complete. Newspaper acquired.

Now some random pictures… just because…

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Obligatory clock photo
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This place sold me a newspaper because it’s still 1980

Finally… cats.

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The NHL Apology

The NHL has apologized to newspapers across the continent.  Or something like that.

Leave it to the league that followed record profits, disgustingly high profits, with an insulting, idiotic, moronic, douche bag of a lockout to tell its fans how sorry they are for taking their favorite league away from them via a dead medium.

Newspapers.  You know, those things from ancient history that in the modern day are dying left and right because no on buys them anymore and therefore they cannot sell any advertisements and therefore go out of business?

The NHL took out full page adds in at least one paper in every NHL city, assuming the NHL city still has a newspaper because, as stated above, newspapers are going out of business left and right.  Those papers that actually exist were probably overcome with bliss at the idea of actually selling an advertisement that takes up a full page.  That means the papers published today will be at least one page long!  The wonder of it all, eh?

Here is the add itself.  Be amazed at the sincerity of the apology made by the billionaires who took our game away from us.  It just brings a tear to the eye, doesn’t it?  Of course no one is going to see the actual apology because no one in North America actually reads newspapers anymore.  They may as well have broadcast this text via telegraph.

So there you have it.  Shared on the internet (I got the image from this article, published in a medium that people in North America actually use, on a web page) because it’s the 21st century and all.

I guess now that the NHL has apologized to the people who pay their bills all must be forgiven, right?  We’re all happy friends again, right?

Wrong.