Struggle

Today has been a tough day. Nothing bad happening, just lots of stuff at work happening simultaneously that is stressing me out. The stress increase is unnecessary and pretty irrational, but it’s real none the less.

We have been asked to setup a new development environment that has an extension with our new ai software. I’ll save my ai rant for another post (and you bet your sweet skynet fearing ass that many such posts are coming) but suffice to say I have been having a ton of trouble getting the new environment up and running. Most of my team got things running without issue but a few people have been hitting major trouble. I don’t know if my troubles count as “major” but I had to uninstall everything today and start from scratch and it finally worked. Finally. I feel a huge relief.

Today is Monday and I haven’t posted anything since Thursday. That’s crazy. I never go that long without boring the internet to tears with at least one pointless post. What’s wrong with me?

I’ll tell you what’s wrong with me… I’m currently not in a band. I’m starting to get to the point where its not a matter of wanting to be in a band, it’s a matter of needing to be in a band. Maybe even multiple bands. A cover band, an original rock band, a bluesy jam band… all of the above?

I’m also starting to reach the point where my desire to start going outside and taking pictures of everything is getting out of control. By extension, my desire to try new 35mm film cameras is also getting out of control. I’m having to force myself not to open up ebay when I am sitting in front of a computer. A Nikon F5 (or F6, or F4, or F2) would really hit the spot right now. Also 100 new lenses would really make life better during these dark days of fascist dictatorship.

Speaking of our fascist dictatorship, I consider myself a pretty militant atheist but I grew up catholic. Can I just say that on this day in history I would really like to give the pope a high five?

What else, what else… the Red Sox are no longer the worst team in the big leagues. When I looked at the standings yesterday there were a whole two teams with lower winning percentages. Nice. On top of that, the Bruins clinched a play off spot. Bring me that post season, where they will likely get bounced in the first round.

Okay…. that’s it for this post. Back to work, you.

Big Weekend

This has been quite the big weekend and it has very little to do with a zombie who gave up his weekend for our sins. But I digress.

Today, April 5th, is the 19th anniversary of my first date with my wife. Clearly she wasn’t my wife at the time, but it was a pretty good first date. Very successul. We celebrated by going to a matinee. We saw Projet Hail Mary again. It was my second viewing and her third. Great movie. If it is playing on an IMAX screen anywhere near us next weekend we might go see it one more time.

After the movie, Jen made a fancy easter/first-dateiversary dinner and it was wonderful. We ate at the dining room table like civilized people instead of slumming it in the living room in front of the TV like usual. It was a very nice moment.

Yesterday we had my in-laws over for a pre-easter easter dinner. Jen made lasagna. I don’t like lasagna so she made me some pasta on the side. She’s the best.

After dinner I hopped in the car and headed to Boston to see a show. Throwing Muses. It was a fantastic show. I was feeling kinda negative at first. I was feeling like I’m too old to go to shows in bars. Two songs into the Muses set though my whole universe changed. By that time I was actively trying to think of a world where I could see Throwing Muses live every day for the rest of my life. It was magic.

There was one negative though. Halfway through their set I got a nose bleed of all things. Not just any nose bleed, but a massive, gushing nose bleed. It was everywhere. I looked like I was living through a horror movie. Gore.

To summarize, it’s been a very good weekend. I’ve been nuts about my wife for 19 years now and I just keep getting nuttier and nuttier as time goes by.

Now, a few pics from the show last night.

Easter Weekend?

Easter is meaningless for me now. There was that one year when I was a kid when the Easter Bunny included two Star Wars action figures in my Easter Basket. Damn if that wasn’t like getting a second xmas that year. What does it mean though? It means that when I was a kid my family was catholic but today I am nothing. When it comes to religion, I don’t. None. That’s all. I didn’t even realize this weekend was Easter until about a week ago when my step daughter mentioned she was going to her Aunt’s house for Easter dinner. My response was more or less, “what?”

My in-laws are coming over tomorrow for Easter dinner one day early. We have tickets to see Throwing Muses at the Paradise in Boston tomorrow night as well, but my wife may not be able to go. We’ll see.

Was there a point to this post? I don’t think so. I had a super stressful moment this morning at work. No spoilers, but I had to request a staff member’s emergency contact. I didn’t end up needing it as the issue resolved itself before I got a response to the request, but it was close. I hope to never have to do that again.

In other news, it’s opening day at Fenway Park today. I had meetings scheduled all afternoon and thought I wouldn’t be able to listen to the game, but most of them have been postponed so I’ll be able to tune in to some of the game. That’s a nice little bonus. Granted the Red Sox are 1–5 on the young season. They won their opening game and have lost every game since. Here’s hoping some home cookin’ will straighten this mess out before it gets too awful.

I really thought I had a point to this post but I’ve lost it and forgotten it and now I’ll just leave you with a cat.

Pedal Board

I did a little work on my band pedal board. Specifically, this is the pedal board that I usually keep at my band’s rehearsal space… even though the band kinda doesn’t exist anymore… and I don’t know what the future holds. Whatever.

I replaced the vibe pedal and the analog delay and both of the overdrive pedals and the wah pedal. I also added the little compressor. If only I could have replaced the dust. This thing sat out for a really long time.

I also went out and ran some more errands earlier. Another obligatory look at the downtown clock.

And that is my Sunday so far, as of about 2:30pm. What else will the day hold? Well, I’m heading over to the Apple Store to pay a little homage. Dig it.

Out Running Errands

I went out to run some errands today in Andover and Methuen, MA. I took my camera for some stop light theater pics.

Route 28 in Andover.

Same building from the opposite direction.

Downtown Methuen. Still route 28 but with the clock that I can’t ever stop taking pics of every time I am near it. It’s a compulsion. I should probably talk to a therapist about it or something.

The clock through the sunroof. Epic.

Spring Snow

I was up before dawn today. I went down cellar to do my morning exercise and have breakfast and just generally get the ball rolling after having a crappy nights sleep last night.

As I was wrapping things up and getting ready to go back upstairs to start the work day, I happened to catch a glimpse through the little cellar window that is near my desk. The view looked weird… odd, even. Why? Everything was white. Wait a second, I thought… is it… snowing?

Yes. Yes it was snowing. Snow. It is March 23rd, three days into the Spring and it was snowing in the Merrimack Valley of Eastern Massachusetts.

Bite me, mother nature. Kiss my fat ass.

There wasn’t a lot of snow. There was enough to cover the ground, but it wasn’t deep enough to bury the grass… if that makes sense. It was just a dusting, but it was a sticky dusting. By the time we got to my lunch break it had all melted away, even though the temperature is only in the mid-30’s. It’s cold but still above the freezing point.

That’s not the point though. The point is that it is Spring and we can still get snow. Just because the calendar says winter is over, it does not mean that winter is actually over. I expect we’ll get another storm or two before it all ends for real, and I expect one of those mythical storms to be fairly significant. I am basing this prediction on nothing beyond experience from previous winter/spring transitions, but I betcha I’m right. I hope I am wrong, but I am pretty sure I won’t be.

Winter sucks. Here is a photograph of a cat, Robin, making a rude gesture to artistically depict where my thinking lies on this the 23rd day of March in the year 2026. Bite me.