Trust me, Joe, if it weren’t for Covid, we would totally be there.

Trust me, Joe, if it weren’t for Covid, we would totally be there.

How was everyone’s Thanksgiving? Was it socially distanced? Did you stay safe or did you ignore the pandemic and spread the disease far and wide? We stayed safe. If you didn’t, fuck you.
We moved some furniture around to prep for Christmas decorations. One of the things that got moved was the Apple HomePod. Ever since they announced the HomePod mini, I’ve been kinda jonzing for one but Jen wanted to upgrade our Sonos system. Either way is fine with me, but I just like being an Apple fanboy.
Well, after moving the HomePod last night Jen has seemed to be a little inspired. She did a lot of cool stuff with the Home app, including setting it up for our Hue lights, and the new intercom function. I had taken the HomePod Mini off of my Christmas list, but now… woah. Are we getting on the HomePod bandwagon for more than just listening to music?
Have you watched the episode of The Mandalorian that came out today? I didn’t think they could top last week’s episode, but holy crap did they ever!
I was going to do some car singing this morning but given the choice between that and sleeping a whole lot, I chose sleeping. We just got some new flannel sheets and oh the comfy.
That’s the kind of news you get when you read this bloggie… you learn about the new flannel sheets on our bed. Kick ass, dude!
Now, go and watch The Mandalorian while I do a little walking in place exercise and watch the new episode of That Pedal Show and think about all the cool reverb effects that I can’t do without spending hundreds of dollars. Also… is a Wampler Plexi Drive Mini a good alternative to the racism that an OCD pedal represents? Questions, babie. All the questions.
Happy Day After Thanksgiving/First Day of Christmas.
We’ve done some noteworthy stuff today. Jen cut my hair again. It was longer in the back than on top. Now it’s short everywhere.
Jen got a new phone. We spent 900 hours on the phone with Verizon trying to set it up. It’s all set now.
I hung more Christmas lights outside of the house. This goes against every holiday instinct for me. You don’t put up Christmas stuff before Thanksgiving, you just don’t. Still… Covid, right? There are lights all over the house.
I also, and this is venturing into TMI territory, installed a new toilet seat. Can you dig it? I mean… shit, man (pun intended).
Why am I sharing all of this? I don’t know. I guess it’s just to stop myself from publicly making fun of the so called million maga march today. They made this big deal about how they were going to gather in huge numbers to protest the so called stealing of the election (which is hilarious). What actually happened was a crowd of a few hundred people shouting dumb slogans.
Oh the poor, poor trump cult. How sad they must be that reality keeps kicking them in the proverbial nuts.
Between watching The Flash and playing guitar and writing a few songs worth of lyrics and watching 30 Rock with Jen and Harry I have successfully managed to avoid stressing out of the coup trump is attempting. Mostly.
So Georgia is going to do a hand recount. What is cheeto going to do when the results come back for Biden again? Is he going to want a second recount?
Oh so there I go paying attention again.
Fucking nazis.
Tomorrow is Veterans Day and I have it off. Thursday is Rob-Needed-To-Burn-A-Vacation-Day day so I have that off too. How should I spend my two days off?
Raking? There is rain in the forecast. Not sure.
Music? I’ve got a lot of songs ready for guitars and I need to start writing lyrics… yuck.
Doom scrolling twitter to keep up to date on the on going coup?
Yeah, that’s probably the one.
Vice President Elect Harris and President Elect Biden’s acceptance speeches.
Are you like me? Did you forget what “presidential” sounded like?
After a day’s worth of celebrating Biden’s win we need to start gearing ourselves up for the cheeto’s backlash. He’s never going to admit he lost. His narcissism cannot understand the concept of people not loving him. He’s going to sue everyone under the sun, he’s going to lie and rant and rave like the lunatic he is. He’s going to do everything he can to convince his base that he was robbed. He’s slime and he’s going to get slimier.
The inauguration is 73 days away.
The electoral college vote is 36 days away.
74 days until the nazi Cheeto is removed from the White House.
74 long, painful, terrifying days.
