It has been a long and busy week...a new routine means getting up in the morning. Odd, doing that after nearly 2 years of not having to.
I have been busy, very busy...TrafficTalk has kept me so in the DC area for the afternoons, and slowly we are getting a bit of traction in the blogosphere.
Doing another mad edit of "Out Among the Stars." It's slowly taking shape and getting a little better, but there's much more to do with it.
It's been weird, all of it...right now sitting in the Deatheria Mall parking lot while Kaitryth does her shopping. My semi-pro driving job still exists, as her Neon is pretty much dead. But it looks like she and Chris will save the house, so all's good.
A rare Saturday off, but there's a reason. Tomorrow, during the sleet, freezing rain and snow promised for the day, the Silver Saturn will hopefully take me up the hill from my house to Rocky Ridge Park, where Beth and Chip will finally get married! Oh, such fun...it won't all be "outside," but it shall be a joyous day, and we'll see lots of peeps we have not seen in too long. Congrats in advance, you two!
Sunday, I will be working for KYW/WITF, and oh joy of joys, I get a couple extra hours, and I'll get to watch Super Bowl Ecks Ell Vee and do updates on it. Oh joy...
I don't even care who wins this game. I think the Steelers have the inside track to win, but the Packers have a very explosive team on both sides of the ball. Should a great one...or a total blowout.
I do NOT care that Christina Aguifuckilera is going to moan the National Anthem, nor do I give a fuck that the Black Eyed Dimwits are doing the halftime show. As it's at Cowboys Stadium, the running bet is Fergie will wear a Cowgirls Cheerleader outfit...that may, or may not be worth watching. Note I said "watching."
Even more sickening...Obama will be interviewed by O'Reilly. That will suck balls, because O'Reilly is a coward at heart and won't try to interview Obama...and Obama's too professional to tell O'Reilly that is a misogynistic dirtbag who has no moral fiber or character. Add to it, Obama has this "I'm Cool" mentality that either makes people love him or hate him. Who the fuck cares?
I don't.
My real life is a bit more important than all that, thank you very fucking much.
So yes...I do have to consider the making of a living again. I'm not starving, nor in any financial trouble, thankfully. I can hold off the bill collectors for now, and they don't have to know how I'm doing it. My credit rating is sound, for what I don't know. No need to buy a house, or a car or anything big.
Well, except one thing...I had been eyeing this Who box set, behind the registers at the Office for a while now, but I didn't know what it was.
Got my 40% off coupon, my Borders Bucks and my 10% off 'cause I'm there...I was first in line at checkout (lame, I know) to ask if I could see it.
Oh my...God.
Box Set, German Import of Live at Leeds, considered by many to be one of the greatest live recordings ever.
Not just the Leeds show (all of it, including all of Tommy); the Hull show that they did the next night; a vinyl reissue of the original, six-track EP; a vinyl 45 reissue of Summertime Blues/Heaven and Hell; a poster of Townshend, a 60-page book, and fuck knows what else is in there.
Got it for 50% off...yes, I rock. And that box sure as hell will.
I've been trying also to stave off the Black Dog; it's been creeping back, but not with much success, thankfully. Certain little aspects of my personal life it's nipping at, and I'm doing my best to keep it at bay.
Urg. It's not fun. I've been doing so well for a while now.
I do realize that my personal life is not a very good one; other than I still do smoke on occasion, I think healthwise I'm all right. I don't have the money or the incentive to do things that other people do, i.e., bars (don't drink), clubs (boring), movies (even more boring...all I see now are fucking remakes in the theatres, fuck that), and other shit people do.
Yes, I hang at the Office a lot, because it is where I can sit and read, edit, write and enjoy very well made coffee/espresso drinks for very little money and enjoy my time around the human race.
Now, we hear that Borders is facing bankruptcy. Not total closedown mode; more like 150-175 stores may go down. Not this one, hopefully.
Oh well...that's life in the breakdown lane, as my old radio friend Jess Hamilton used to say. Away we go.
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Friday, February 4, 2011
Monday, December 20, 2010
Blink...and you just might miss it!
Paul Weller's song is in my head.
It is Monday afternoon, and I'm slowly recovering from the weekend. A busy one.
To recap: my flight into BWI was quick and uneventful. Saturday was busy! Did the sports updates for KYW until 5, then zoomed up the highway to Clear Channel to help with the Bears game on the Ticket. Got to run most of the game, and it went well enough. Still don't know a lot of the nuts and bolts, but getting there.
The instructions are good, but in all caps, and single-spaced, and I can no longer read this stuff. I'm rewriting them to add notes, tips, etc. Mostly for me, but maybe I'll pass it on to the boss when it's done.
Sunday...finally polished off another edit of "Parasite Girls." I really enjoy this story; it is a good one, and has a lot to offer to people, to think about stuff, and how they see others in their lives.
Seems that Empress Riz has been scheming to hook me up with her dear friend KJ. Got a call out of the blue at 11 pm Saturday, just as I was leaving the CC studios. I was so exhausted that I couldn't really communicate well.
Did speak to KJ again Sunday; she seems very nice. When people try to "hook me up," it doesn't usually work, but I don't want to put the kibosh on anything, yet. KJ sounds like a sweetheart, so friends at least is always good.
Will be seeing them all NYE...heh. That should be fun.
Now Sunday...rolled up in time to watch the amazing comeback of the Eagles over the Giants. Now, you have to understand: I FUCKING DESPISE THE NEW YORK GIANTS!
Why? Well, in the 70's, long before Cable TV, growing up in VT, all we had was the antenna on the roof of the house to get any sort of reception. We were too far away and too low in the valley to get the NBC affiliate in Plattsburgh, NY; as a result we had the CBS, ABC and Canadian stations.
This is why I was probably the only Montreal Canadiens fan living in Vermont!
So yeah...every damn Sunday, we had to watch hideous New York Giant football teams. Occasionally, CTV in Montreal would run AFC games on Sunday, so we'd get the Steelers and occasionally the Patriots.
But the Giants...sucked bad in those days. I remember "The Fumble," and that amazing finish, which is now being likened to what happened yesterday.
As someone blogged, "Joe Pisarcik is finally off the hook."
Matt Dodge is the new patsy for the New York football Giants, after he tried to punt out of bounds, but the ball went off the inside of his foot, and right to DeSean Jackson, the most dangerous return man in the league.
Amazing. I don't even like the Eagles, because 95% of their fans are insufferable, whining, complaining jackasses! Only a grade higher than Boston sports fans of any kind.
But that was one hell of a game. I love getting paid to watch sports. It's the only reason I could sit long enough to watch them.
While doing my update job, and working on some additional Radio PA Network stories (Polamalu's ankle injury may keep him and his hair out of the game until the playoffs), I watched his Steelers get their ass handed them by the Jets.
Then I saw a great Sunday nighter. The Patriots had all they could handle from a very good Packers team, led by a backup. Matt Flynn has nothing to be ashamed of; that kid did a good job, and his team rallied around him.
Packer fans are gonna piss and moan about the clock management. Here's the problem: Flynn was trying to listen in the helmet headset for what play he was to call. He couldn't hear because of all the noise, and the clock ran out.
THIS is what is wrong with coaches calling plays: NO AUTONOMY FOR THE QUARTERBACK, UNLESS YOUR NAME IS BRETT FAVRE!
Flynn, and this is hindsight...SHOULD HAVE CALLED THE PLAY HIMSELF! He knew he was running out of time and had to hustle the team to the line. He should have just said, "Fuck it, I'm calling this one."
I am sick and tired of coaches calling the plays for the QB. Tom Landry was the first to do it way back in the day, but that was unusual.
Today, every coach calls the plays. The QB executes; okay, well and good, but your quarterback needs to have the space to change the play or to call one as he is on the field and is aware of changes to the defense.
Okay, enough football talk.
Now...I had good work over the weekend, and I am back on the job Xmas Day, but that's cool. I always seemed to find myself working on Xmas, so I don't mind it at all. I'll see what else is going on here.
Housekeeping duties...piles of paperwork and stuff that I ignored while I was in Maine last week, and stuff to do before I can think about whatever the hell it is I have to do today.
It is Monday afternoon, and I'm slowly recovering from the weekend. A busy one.
To recap: my flight into BWI was quick and uneventful. Saturday was busy! Did the sports updates for KYW until 5, then zoomed up the highway to Clear Channel to help with the Bears game on the Ticket. Got to run most of the game, and it went well enough. Still don't know a lot of the nuts and bolts, but getting there.
The instructions are good, but in all caps, and single-spaced, and I can no longer read this stuff. I'm rewriting them to add notes, tips, etc. Mostly for me, but maybe I'll pass it on to the boss when it's done.
Sunday...finally polished off another edit of "Parasite Girls." I really enjoy this story; it is a good one, and has a lot to offer to people, to think about stuff, and how they see others in their lives.
Seems that Empress Riz has been scheming to hook me up with her dear friend KJ. Got a call out of the blue at 11 pm Saturday, just as I was leaving the CC studios. I was so exhausted that I couldn't really communicate well.
Did speak to KJ again Sunday; she seems very nice. When people try to "hook me up," it doesn't usually work, but I don't want to put the kibosh on anything, yet. KJ sounds like a sweetheart, so friends at least is always good.
Will be seeing them all NYE...heh. That should be fun.
Now Sunday...rolled up in time to watch the amazing comeback of the Eagles over the Giants. Now, you have to understand: I FUCKING DESPISE THE NEW YORK GIANTS!
Why? Well, in the 70's, long before Cable TV, growing up in VT, all we had was the antenna on the roof of the house to get any sort of reception. We were too far away and too low in the valley to get the NBC affiliate in Plattsburgh, NY; as a result we had the CBS, ABC and Canadian stations.
This is why I was probably the only Montreal Canadiens fan living in Vermont!
So yeah...every damn Sunday, we had to watch hideous New York Giant football teams. Occasionally, CTV in Montreal would run AFC games on Sunday, so we'd get the Steelers and occasionally the Patriots.
But the Giants...sucked bad in those days. I remember "The Fumble," and that amazing finish, which is now being likened to what happened yesterday.
As someone blogged, "Joe Pisarcik is finally off the hook."
Matt Dodge is the new patsy for the New York football Giants, after he tried to punt out of bounds, but the ball went off the inside of his foot, and right to DeSean Jackson, the most dangerous return man in the league.
Amazing. I don't even like the Eagles, because 95% of their fans are insufferable, whining, complaining jackasses! Only a grade higher than Boston sports fans of any kind.
But that was one hell of a game. I love getting paid to watch sports. It's the only reason I could sit long enough to watch them.
While doing my update job, and working on some additional Radio PA Network stories (Polamalu's ankle injury may keep him and his hair out of the game until the playoffs), I watched his Steelers get their ass handed them by the Jets.
Then I saw a great Sunday nighter. The Patriots had all they could handle from a very good Packers team, led by a backup. Matt Flynn has nothing to be ashamed of; that kid did a good job, and his team rallied around him.
Packer fans are gonna piss and moan about the clock management. Here's the problem: Flynn was trying to listen in the helmet headset for what play he was to call. He couldn't hear because of all the noise, and the clock ran out.
THIS is what is wrong with coaches calling plays: NO AUTONOMY FOR THE QUARTERBACK, UNLESS YOUR NAME IS BRETT FAVRE!
Flynn, and this is hindsight...SHOULD HAVE CALLED THE PLAY HIMSELF! He knew he was running out of time and had to hustle the team to the line. He should have just said, "Fuck it, I'm calling this one."
I am sick and tired of coaches calling the plays for the QB. Tom Landry was the first to do it way back in the day, but that was unusual.
Today, every coach calls the plays. The QB executes; okay, well and good, but your quarterback needs to have the space to change the play or to call one as he is on the field and is aware of changes to the defense.
Okay, enough football talk.
Now...I had good work over the weekend, and I am back on the job Xmas Day, but that's cool. I always seemed to find myself working on Xmas, so I don't mind it at all. I'll see what else is going on here.
Housekeeping duties...piles of paperwork and stuff that I ignored while I was in Maine last week, and stuff to do before I can think about whatever the hell it is I have to do today.
Friday, December 3, 2010
Okay so I keep forgetting to add labels...!
Friday is here, and my workweek begins, haha!
Off to the Ticket tonight to produce the Bishop McDevitt-Cocalio Class 3-AAA Championship Game...I think that's the one we're doing anyway. Then Saturday and Sunday I'll be doing the sports for KYW 1060, via WITF. Weird business.
Walkman Shuffle...even with 2200 songs on the thing, the shuffler seems to bring up the same songs fairly often. It's the only way I can properly appreciate all the music I've got on there.
I've been editing TOS-3 of late, as I may have said. I'm getting back into Writer's Mode...in this case, it's Editor's Mode. I start working on a project and I keep at it, and start to forget the other things I should do. Dishes in the sink pile up (did 'em today), and yes, I actually showered! Hahaha!!!
From Robert Hazard to Black Rebel Motorcycle Club we segue. Keeps me on my toes. Haha...so yeah, I get into my work again, but I do hope that this book becomes better than I've had it. I still feel it's not right; trying to show you a twisted scene that is something that morphs into something other in each person's mind...it's hit or miss.
My hours are so messed up, at least in comparison to others. My friend Dick is a Sun guy; he's up with it. Me, I'm the kind of person that is a night owl, then sleeps until I finally have to get up...usually the headache does that for me, if the cats don't do it!
You know they're hungry when four of them pile on the bed, and all sit there and stare at you expectantly...
This mode is probably why my home turned into an episode of "How Clean is Your House?" Not as bad as those, but to hear Kaitryth and Nor tell it, AAIIIIEEEEE!!!
So I'm here at the Office, watching the people as I write this and prepare to get back to work. None of the usual suspects are here; they are morning people, and they usually clear out by noon. It is a weird place...
...anyway, I must get to it. Work to do before my job. Fun...
Off to the Ticket tonight to produce the Bishop McDevitt-Cocalio Class 3-AAA Championship Game...I think that's the one we're doing anyway. Then Saturday and Sunday I'll be doing the sports for KYW 1060, via WITF. Weird business.
Walkman Shuffle...even with 2200 songs on the thing, the shuffler seems to bring up the same songs fairly often. It's the only way I can properly appreciate all the music I've got on there.
I've been editing TOS-3 of late, as I may have said. I'm getting back into Writer's Mode...in this case, it's Editor's Mode. I start working on a project and I keep at it, and start to forget the other things I should do. Dishes in the sink pile up (did 'em today), and yes, I actually showered! Hahaha!!!
From Robert Hazard to Black Rebel Motorcycle Club we segue. Keeps me on my toes. Haha...so yeah, I get into my work again, but I do hope that this book becomes better than I've had it. I still feel it's not right; trying to show you a twisted scene that is something that morphs into something other in each person's mind...it's hit or miss.
My hours are so messed up, at least in comparison to others. My friend Dick is a Sun guy; he's up with it. Me, I'm the kind of person that is a night owl, then sleeps until I finally have to get up...usually the headache does that for me, if the cats don't do it!
You know they're hungry when four of them pile on the bed, and all sit there and stare at you expectantly...
This mode is probably why my home turned into an episode of "How Clean is Your House?" Not as bad as those, but to hear Kaitryth and Nor tell it, AAIIIIEEEEE!!!
So I'm here at the Office, watching the people as I write this and prepare to get back to work. None of the usual suspects are here; they are morning people, and they usually clear out by noon. It is a weird place...
...anyway, I must get to it. Work to do before my job. Fun...
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