Spoiler Free: So Far

Due to Nana sitting coverage last night we were not able to do our weekly Burgers and Marvel night. We have burgers and fries for dinner while watching whatever the newest episode of the current Marvel TV show on Disney+ is. Right now it’s Loki and this week is episode four out of six.

We will remedy the oversight tonight when I get home from Nana sitting and then shortly afterward Harry gets home from his totally kick ass new job (I am literally jealous).

That is all going according to the revised plan, but the revised plan leaves us open to a huge negative (apart from the given negative of me being away from home for 24 hours). What am I talking about?

Spoilers.

I still have a couple of hours to go before we watch the new episode so I might be speaking too soon, but as of right now, 5:13pm on Thursday July 1, 2021, I have not had a single spec of the episode spoiled. How did I do this? I stayed away from Tweeter, and I mostly stayed away from BookFayce. I say mostly because lunch time included some surfing around various guitar playing BookFayce groups. One guy posted that he was pissed at the universe because he bought a $150 USB 2.0 cable to use with a USB audio interface, then upgraded to a new USB interface which has the nerve to run on USB C. Really. He was ignoring the massive performance improvement because he spent $150 on a cable that is probably the most obvious example of planned obsolesces in the entire tech industry. Damn… priorities, dude.

Anyway, I have not been spoiled, though now I expect the guy who was looking for sympathy about his obsolete $150 cable that likely had the same performance metrics as a $5.00 cable you could get at any Best Buy will come flying out of the woodwork to fire a cannonade of spoilers right into my idiot face.

Whatever. The theme of this post used to be Loki but now I think it’s run on sentences. Right?

13 minutes to go until I can punch out of work.

More Social Media Birthdays?

Yesterday was this wordpress.com account’s birthday. I had no idea.

Today is, apparently, my twitter account’s birthday. I also had no idea.

The bloggie is in preschool. The twittah is in middle school. I don’t remember the circumstances surrounding creating this version of the blog. I just remember being tired of medium. Twitter is different. I signed up for that during a lunch break while I was working in Framingham on the third floor by the front window before they moved us to the mini-desk section on the second floor. Jen and I opened Facebook accounts together at around the same time, but I think I setup the twitter on my own. I can’t remember if she created hers before me or not. We were dating and we were kinda social media cool back then. If you can ever believe I was cool based on the dumb stuff I post here. Like, cool people don’t celebrate twitter birthdays, right?

Two More Random Things

It’s one of those days, kids.

  • I’m on my lunch break. I just ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and a little snack pack of Pringles. Mmm, mmm, good. Often during lunch I will peruse Google News, or the Twitter, and catch up on any interesting stories of the day. I can’t do that today. Why? Our plan to watch the season (series?) finale of WandaVision is to do so after work while we eat dinner. That means for the next 4-5 hours I have to be in full on, hyper vigilant, spoiler avoidance mode. The Twitter and The Google News are both riddled with WandaVision spoilers right now and that’s why I am writing this post and not reading up on the world. No Spoilers!
  • Take a look at the top of the page. Go on, I’ll wait. See it? I changed the title of the page and the little headline blurby thingie. The last time I did that I brought back my original Blogger title. This time I am bringing back my first wordpress.com title. Why? Because I am really old and I’m out of ideas. My brain is creatively empty. Hell, just listen to my RPM album. Empty. The headline blurby thing is also for a previous blog though I cannot recall exactly when, where, or what it was. It was something about the cat taking over the world so this is close enough.

I wonder what stupid, pointless, unoriginal thing I’ll write next?

NO SPOILERS!

Whack a Mole

So yeah, anyone seen anything good on Twitter lately?

Last night was insane. Twitter finally (FINALLY) banned trump after years of easily verifiable lies, inciting violence, and (probably most important from Twitter’s point of view) violating the terms of service. It was glorious. Millions of American voices cried out in bliss all at once.

My first thought (did I write it here or somewhere else?) was, how long until bunkerbitch realizes he can still tweet from @potus? Well, not very long. He sent a tweet from that account and Twitter immediately removed it. It was almost like they expected it. How ’bout that?

When he realized he had been thwarted a second time he went to one of his campaign accounts and tried to tweet from there. Once again, immediately banned. Then he tried to tweet from a staff member’s account and that was banned too. Today I read (but did not confirm) that Don Jr’s account has been banned. Did daddy cheeto try to tweet from there?

The part of this that amazes me the most, outside of all of the maga cult people saying his first amendment rights are being violated when anyone who has ever paid attention in a Junior High School civics class knows that they are not, is that he has an entire core of press assigned to cover the white house 24 hours a day. If he wanted to get word out to his cult all he needed to do was walk down the fucking hall and have a press conference. I mean, it is literally part of his job! Nope, it has to be Twitter because his ego is completely wrapped up in the number of followers he had on his account. He’s a child. A whiny, bratty, little three year old child.

Oh, and for the record I currently have 711 followers on Twitter. That’s 711 more than trumpy the nazi clown. @RobJ_ is totes winning this race.

Take That

Sure, I only got four hours of sleep last night but I still have my 30 minutes of exercise finished before 10am. Take that, morbid obesity.

I don’t know why I couldn’t fall asleep last night, but it was about 2am before I managed it. I need to stop doom scrolling twitter. I should have just watched some Netflix. I’m halfway through Haunting of Bly Manor. It’s not as scary as Haunting of Hill House but it’s still really good. I probably would have had a better night had I just let the show scare the crap out of me then letting America scare the crap out of me.

No more doom scrolling twitter after 10pm, Robert. Let’s put an end to that stupidity, shall we?

Best Outfield Ever

Fred Lynn just liked one of my tweets. Eight year old me just pissed his pants with glee.

Lynn posted a picture of himself along with Jim Rice and Dwight Evans back in their Red Sox days. The caption was something about them being one of the greatest outfields in baseball history.

My reply was something along the lines of, had Rice and Evans stayed in the clubhouse it still would have been the best outfield ever. Mr Fred Lynn threw me a like for that. Color me honored.

To this day, Fred Lynn is the best centerfielder I have ever had the pleasure of watching. Jackie Bradley is close defensively, but Lynn also hit a ton. Bradley can’t match him at the plate. Lynn was the best. He still is.

I’ll give you Ken Griffey, JR. I’ll take Fred Lynn.