Tag: quarantine

Happy Quarantinaversary

Is this a thing now? Monthly quarantine anniversary posts?

Three months ago today was the day after my company told us not to come back to the office.

It’s normal now. We’ve reached the point where going back to the office is the strange thing. The previous 15 years worth of normal has become the scary unknown.

It’s not just work. Going to the store, visiting friends and family. It’s all scary now. It’s all freaky and weird.

Three months down, and we are expecting probably another three months at least. It depends on this “second wave” of course. For all the people who are seeing the states with infection counts climbing who are thinking this is the start of the second wave, you are wrong. The first wave never ended. Our selfish, disgusting neighbors just told themselves it did so that they could force other people to open their stores and restaurants and gyms and hair salons and service them. No, the first wave is still going.

Two million Americans infected. 115,000 Americans dead. Sure, let’s reopen all of the businesses.

Happy Quarantinaversary, everyone. Yippee.

Haircuts, or My Wife: My Hero

All those right wing scum bags arming themselves to the teeth and storming into their state houses like the terrorists they are, demanding their hair stylists risk their health and go back to work so that they can get their hair cut.

Screw those terrorist pricks.

Back on May 8th my hair was longer than it had ever been. It was so long in the front that it was funny as hell. My wife gave me a glorious birthday gift when she cut it for me.

Fast forward to today, the three month anniversary of my last day in the office before my company shut down the buildings, the love of my life gave me another haircut. This time there was no messing around. She lopped off the places that were too long and then buzzed it like you’ve read about. Amazing.

It’s not quite high and tight, but it’s as short as I’ve had it since I was a little kid. It’s perfect. Bring on the summer.

Thank you, my beloved Jen. I know you were nervous about it, but you did great and I appreciate it so much. I love you!!!

The Stir Crazy Files – Episode 47

This one is more of a pissed off rant than a stir crazy observation. I’m a little pissed and I need to vent.

We are signed up for an exterminator service. Our house is in the woods and there are bugs everywhere. We get ants (YOU WANT ANTS? ‘CAUSE THAT’S HOW YOU GET ANTS!*), we get bees, we get ticks, we get spiders. It’s wild freakin’ kingdom.

Once a month I get an email, a text, and a phone call all within a few minutes of each other saying that they are coming on such and such a day and please leave your gates open so they can access your property and whatever.

Last month when the service day came I had the windows open in the bedroom. The technician knocked on the door to ask me to close them. When I opened the door I was really surprised to see that he wasn’t wearing a mask. I didn’t have one handy so I stood as far back from the door as I could, but it is my house and I’m inside. It should not be on me to wear a mask, it should be on him. I get an email after each appointment where I have an opportunity to rate their service. I let them know how upset I was that their representative failed to wear a mask when he stood on my door step.

This morning was the first appointment we’ve had since I gave them a bad review. Just after I punched in to work the doorbell rang. What the hell? No open windows today. This time I put on a mask before I opened the door. There was a technician standing on my step. It was a different guy, but he too was maskless. Why did he ring the doorbell? To tell us he was here, and to introduce himself. Without a mask.

What. The. Fuck?

The Commonwealth of Massachusetts’ guidelines state that you should wear a mask when out in public. That guideline has been in place FOR MONTHS. What the hell kind of business allows their representatives to show up to a customer’s house without a fucking mask on his fucking face? How?

I don’t give a shit if you think COVID-19 and Coronavirus are a joke. I don’t care. I don’t think they are a joke. I take them very seriously. Very Seriously. That’s what matters. If you want to keep my business then you will at least give lip service to MY safety and PUT A FUCKING MASK ON YOUR FUCKING FACE.

I sent another bad review. Much worse than the last one. If I get any response less than an offer to orally service me, then I am cancelling my account with them.

I started this post in the hope that venting would make me feel better. It didn’t work. It’s had the exact opposite effect. Wear a fucking mask.

*If you’ve never watched the show Archer, go watch the show Archer. Now.

The Stir Crazy Files – Episode 46

Not so much a stir crazy thing, more of a crazy quarantine related factoid.

I can’t remember the exact dates, but I think I have them. On or about Wednesday March 11, 2020 I filled the gas tank in our Mazda. My memory is less clear on this, but it was either Saturday March 7, 2020 or Saturday March 14, 2020 that I filled the gas tank in our Kia.

Fast forward to Monday June 8, 2020. I filled the gas tank in the Kia. We were down to 3/16th of a tank so it was time.

There were no other fill ups for either car in the the intervening time. The Mazda still has half a tank left from the March 11th fill up.

My commute from home to the office is about 33 miles or so and usually takes an hour and a half (on average, I think) each way. My wife’s commute is less than that but she often spends an hour each way. The very concept of going three months on a single tank of gas is so far out of the realm of possibility that my mind is having a hard time processing it. I would normally go through a tank every four days in the Mazda. The Kia is a hybrid. The tank is only about 9-10 gallons, but it could usually go 5-6 days without a fill up.

The Kia went three months and the Mazda is three months and counting.

I simply cannot get over it.

Mind = Blown.

Quarantine TV

Quaranvision…
Quarantv…

I guess I don’t have a good pun for a name. Oh well.

The binge watching continues. My step son saw a subscription deal for HBO Max and signed up, even though he hasn’t worked a day in almost three months. We put an end to that and took over the monthly payments.

So now on top of Netflix and Hulu and Amazon Prime we have HBO.

Harry, Jen, and I are working our way through Silicon Valley. I am correcting a mistake I made when Game of Thrones ended. I had a deal with Jen that I would cancel HBO when Game of Thrones was finished, and I did. Unfortunately I forgot to finish the second season of Westworld before I did. I don’t know where I left off so I started season two from the beginning.

Breaking Bad is back in the picture (pun intended). I tried to watch it once and got a few episodes into season two. Bellana was recently binging the crap out of it at world record pace. When she finished I felt inspired to give it another go. I found where I left off and started watching. After a few episodes Jen said she wanted to watch too so we started from the beginning. the last season two episode I watched was the first to have Kristen Ritter in it, so I had to start season one of Jessica Jones too.

As for current broadcast shows, there are only two and I’m getting them both from Hulu. What We Do in the Shadows is hysterical. Also, the final season of Agents of Shield started two weeks ago. So far it’s really good.

And that is the state of the quarantine TV binge watching nation. YippeeSkippee.

The Stir Crazy Files – Episode 45

I’ve probably written this exact post before, but I’m too lazy to look back and check.

My eyes. My eyes are getting really tired, really fast these days. By 3:00 or so on more days than not my vision is a blurry mess. It’s not so bad that I can’t deal with it, but it’s just a major pain.

I need to have my eyes checked. I need a new set of prescription glasses. I need one set of glasses for general use, one set of glasses for reading so I can start reading actual books again (because reading with the progressive lenses is about as much fun as getting kicked in the nards), and I need a set of sun glasses too.

Of course we know that’s not happening because of COVID-19. No way I’m going to put myself in a situation where a couple of different people are going to have to get right up close to my face to check out my eyes. Mask or no mask, it’s not worth it. If it keeps getting worse there might be a point where reward starts to outweigh risk, but until then? Screw that. I’m not risking bringing the plague into my house. No, no, and no.

Blah.

June Music

I figured I’d give a quick update on the June Music project even though no one else on Earth gives a shit. I give a shit, so here we go.

There are seven songs in the works. All have the MIDI tracks, drums and bass, complete. One has a piano as a placeholder for the melody. Three, as of this afternoon, have rhythm guitars.

Two songs used the KTR and the D&M Drive pedals. It was my first crack at substituting the D&M for the OCD. It didn’t work well. I had the output on the KTR maxed and the drive off. The D&M didn’t seem capable of handling that signal and it got really mushy. I used the ES 335 on the first song I did and wasn’t happy with the sound. The string buzz may have been making it worse so I switched to the Les Paul. It was a little better, but not much. So two songs have less than good guitar sound. It’s good enough to roll with for now. I don’t think I’ll change it. The third song used the Les Paul but just the KTR. I wanted a cleanish sound, so I shut off the D&M. That sounded pretty good.

After I was done I set to some major tweaking and found something that was much better. I lowered the output on the KTR, lowered the output and the gain on the D&M, an added a little treble on the KTR. That was better. I will try recording with that setup. I was hoping to just use the RYRA The Klone pedal this month but the whole racist pedal builder shit made me want to experiment with the gig setup more. I also pulled a couple of other overdrive and fuzz pedals out of storage. I might try pairing different things with the RYRA. We can sort of consider June as Lab time. Let the tinkering continue.

One thing I do know… it’d been over a week since I had played at all. With all of this quarantine, social distance shit going on… playing is good for my mindset. If I don’t play for a longish period of time I start getting under people’s skin. The more I play the easier I am to be around. It’s definitely a good way to work out my quarantinie frustration. I knew it would be, but I think I have some evidence to support that original theory now.

Playing helps me not be an asshole… therefore I should play more.

QED.

The Stir Crazy Files – Episode 44

I think I did the math right (the math involved counting) which means 12 weeks ago today was the last day I spent in the office. More math: (12/52)*100 = the percentage of the year that has been spent in quarantinish. What’s the value? Why, 23%. We’ve been in social distance lock down for almost a quarter of the year. Yippee!

Patches, my cat, is standing firm on her belief that my desk is her desk. I have two desks right now and she has made this declaration about both of them. She’s sitting on my desk as I type this, and if I stop typing for a second she’ll sit on the keyboard. She’s staring at my hands, willing them to get the hell out of the way so she can sit down.

Correction, she just moved from my left side to my right side and sat on my track pad. Cat!

Over the last few days I have found very few moments where something goofy happened that could be blamed on the lock down. It’s basically normal life now. Our society is dissolving all around us, but being locked in the house is no longer a symptom, it’s just the way things are. That’s kinda sad.

It’s Friday though. I’m about nine hours shy of the weekend. I can make it… I think. It’s been almost a month since my beloved bride cut my hair. She told me she wants to give it another shot this weekend. I’m game. Let’s do it.

I think I am going to go punch into work now. I have to move to the other desk so I don’t drive my love nuts as she works. I’m guessing the cat will invade my space (her space) soon after I get there.

23% of the year down… still going. Have a good one, everyone. There will likely be cat pics later.

Good day.

Unlucky 4th of July Test

The City of Methuen is trying to salvage their 4th of July celebration while still maintaining social distance and fighting the spread of COVID-19.

Obviously the standard celebration is kaput this year. No way we can flood one small section of the city with people without causing a major spike in infections. City Hall… or the Mayor’s Office… or someone in city government, I don’t know who, came up with the idea of launching fireworks from the highest elevation in town.

But would it work? Would people all around town be able to see anything? A test was in order.

Tonight at 8:45pm the city lit off fireworks for about a minute from Pie Hill in the Eastern part of town. Residents were asked to go outside at that time and see if they could see anything. A Facebook thread was setup where folks could share the results with everyone else.

Jen, Harry, and I went outside a minute or so early. It’s beautiful out, but we live in the woods and the bugs were out in force. We waited a few minutes but didn’t see or hear anything.

Bummer.

Maybe there’s a higher elevation they could try? Probably not.