Tag: Writing

What Year is It?

It’s a weird throwback kinda night. Allow me to explain (and in doing, demonstrate how lame I am).

We never cut the chord with cable TV. We just unplugged the box and only watched cable shows via their Apple TV apps. We had to sign in to our Verizon account in order to use those apps, but that was okay.

Recently, Verizon sent us a new cable box and we thought… what the hell, and hooked it up. Tonight, for the first time in years, possibly decades, I am sitting in the living room flipping between the Bruins vs Buffalo in game three of their first round play off series, and the Red Sox playing the Fucking Yankees at home.

The Bruins just scored to take a 1–0 lead in the second period. The Fucking Yankees just scored to take the lead in the seventh inning and they are now in position to finish a three game sweep. The Bruins are definitely the underdog in this first round series, but the series is tied at one. with the exception of the third period in game one they have looked decent. The Red Sox, however, in the early days of the 2026 season just… suck.

Change of subject, remember the post I made yesterday or the day before about Dave Mason passing away? I just saw a fucking beer commercial using Joe Cocker’s cover of Feeling Alright and it made me both sad and angry. Fuck you, beer company.

Change of subject again, we knew this was coming but tomorrow it arrives. My band’s drummer is moving out west. The band is pretty much over. I don’t see us finding a new drummer and surviving this. I am happy for him. This is a great opportunity for him and his wife. It’s really exciting and I wish them the best in the future. For the band though… rest in peace.

Back to the hockey, the Bruins just killed off a Buffalo power play. The Sabers have yet to score a power play goal in the series and we’re halfway through game three. Good job, Bruins.

I was just going to wrap this one up and click the publish button but then the Bruins were awarded a penalty shot. Let’s pause a moment to see how it goes.

The shot went wide.

Let’s hope that’s not a sign or an omen or anything like that.

Baseball

I’m working from home today. I have about an hour left before quittin’ time. I have a radio broadcast streaming from my personal laptop to a pair of Apple HomePod Minis. What am I listening to?

I’m listening to opening day for the Boston Red Sox. They are playing the Cincinnati Reds on the road. We’re scoreless after one inning.

Baseball… Spring… finally.

Here’s hoping that my Red Sox build on last year’s playoff season and don’t suck this year. The experts are predicting a pretty good season for my team and lets hope they are right. I don’t see a championship team, but I do see a pretty good team.

The Bruins are looking like a playoff team. They beat first place Buffalo last night. I don’t know though… all of the maga bullshit that happened after the Olympics has left me mostly uninterested in the NHL. Fuck them if they wanna be fascists. I bet most major league baseball players are in the same boat politically, they are all millionaires after all, but I am choosing to not think about that until they make me. I was like that with hockey and then they made me. Fuck ‘em.

Anyway… remember when the Reds always had the first game of the mlb season? When did that stop? There was a Yankees/Giants game last night so the opening of the season did not happen in Cincinnati. The Reds were the world’s first professional baseball team, predating the formation of the National League, which was the first professional baseball league. That’s why they were traditionally the first team to play each year. I guess not anymore. I guess traditions go down the toilet when the home run king was a steroid freak. Fuck ’em, right?

I don’t mean for this post to be negative. I am really happy to have baseball back. Don’t doubt it. Let’s go Red Sox, am I right? World Series or bust!

Substack

Right folks, what are our thoughts on Substack? I subscribe to a handful of them but I only ever actually read stuff from the guitar player who used to be in The Blake Babies (and I’m just thinking that it is really getting to be time for another Blake Babies reunion record, don’t we think?) and one film photographer from youtube who lives somewhere in the wilds of New Hampshire. Truthfully, I don’t read every post from those two users but I read some of them. Sorry.

My first thought when I learned about Substack was nope, I’m too old for that shit. The Blake Babies guy is older than I am though… he’s also 100 times cooler and a lawyer (yikes) and his cred level is 100000000 times mine… though any number that quantifies your credibility is higher than my complete and total lack of credibility, right?

My second thought was… it’s an email newsletter. Anyone who would be dumb enough to subscribe to mine would mark me as spam within a couple of days of my pointless brain droppings.

Still… am I thinking about it? No… but… yeah, no.

What else, what else… new camera coming soon. The USPS tracking number says it will arrive on Saturday. That doesn’t give me any time to shoot and develop a test roll before I go on vacation, but I had already decided not to bring a film camera on vacation this time. I’m going all digital on this trip.

Part of my initial film camera attraction was using fully manual, mechanical cameras. I didn’t want any automation at all. I didn’t want anything electronic. This time? The new camera has autofocus. Oh praise be, it has autofocus! I’m getting blinder by the minute and manually focusing is a bitch. Wearing bifocals (well, progressive lenses) makes it so much worse. Now I am going to be able to autofocus with film and oh how the heavens will sing in gleeful glee.

What else? This is traditionally the longest week of the working man’s life. The full work week before a vacation. One day down, four endlessly long and painful days to go. But hey, there’s a new camera and a vacation at the end of it! There’s two carrots on the end of this week’s stick. The best part? Both kids are coming on this trip. We’re going as a full family. How cool is that? Both kids are in their 20’s and we can still get them to come on vacation with us. Life is pretty fucking cool sometimes, don’t you think?

I should join Substack and write a big article about it.