Month: November 2019

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Released 44 Years Ago Today

Damn I feel old.

Chicago: Chicago IX (1975)

This was my first real exposure to Chicago. Oh sure, I was aware of the band (I mean you couldn't turn on the radio without hearing them), but this was the first album of theirs I actually bought. I remember putting the record on my turntable, plugging in my headphones and falling in love. From that point on I was a huge fan, and as recently as the 2000s I was still backfilling my catalog with the earlier albums I'd previously brushed off.

To be honest, however, I did lose interest in the majority of their work after Chicago X, the album that came out immediately after this one.

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OK Boomer

Why is it that these kids who make YouTube videos where they're either saying or doing something stupid to get their fifteen seconds of fame always feel it necessary to SCREAM into the camera?

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Guess Who Was Offered a Job Today

It's been a long time coming, but it finally happened (pending a successful background check, of course). And without hesitation I accepted. No more being treated as a second-class citizen by the guards at the employee entrance! Paid holidays! Paid time off! And at $11K/year more than I'm currently making as a contractor!

It was a good day.

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Arcane Forbidden Knowledge

Between my mom and grandmother, I was taught most of the basic life skills: how to cook, clean, dust, bake, do laundry, iron, make small sewing repairs, dress cuts and abrasions, and generally keep a household. I suppose on some unconscious level they both knew I was destined to be living by myself for the majority of my adult life, and didn't want me imploding because I couldn't boil an egg.

The one bit of arcane forbidden knowledge that they did not pass on however, was how to fold a fucking fitted sheet, and I mutter curses under my breath whenever I'm forced to attempt it. I am destined to live out my life not fully understanding the magic necessary to bring it about—much like my never mastering algebra, chemistry, physics, and the Law of General Relativity.

Seriously. Five decades removed from childhood and I still can't. The best I can hope for is to create something resembling a flat, square, bloated puffy pillow that will at least slide into a drawer and looks good on the outside—even if it's a crumpled mess on the inside. Wait…isn't that a metaphor for me?

This does not help.
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I Wonder…

…if the Morgan Twins fuck each other.

C'mon…it's just unnatural curiosity.

But I'm not curious enough to pay money to get into their Only Fans site to find out.