So the Song Post Yesterday

…this post

Has spawned a lot of (for me) asks and requests. Some of the feedback has been “perfect song!” or “I just don’t see it” and all things in between. 

So flip the script - what song do I remind you of (if any)?

Also, if you’re new and we haven’t talked much, likely I’ve got to go through some archives to get a feel until something triggers - it may take some time but as soon as it happens I’ll inbox you your song.

"Offended"

I swear I laugh every time I hear that word. Such a meaningless word. 

My views “offended” you?  Aww, let me go ahead and change what I say and how I feel so I can protect your delicate snowflake self. 

Gay marriage offends you? Don’t have one.

You’re offended at the thought of a woman in power? Boo fucking hoo - if she’s qualified to do the job, she’s qualified to do the job. 

You don’t like me telling a tale of how I came to be - that the very experiences that have shaped who I am and how I got here … offend you?  You can suck down a nice big thermos of “fuck right on off” because you weren’t a part of that journey.  

You want do discuss like an adult without all the (as the kids say) butthurt - then by god we can be best friends or at the very least respectful strangers. 

Offended. Ha.

It’s Been A Long Time Since I’ve Been This Heartbroken

I had a 06:00 call at work this morning, because of course I did. 

I had no time for breakfast (I seriously made chicken stock from scratch last night just so I could have a few cups) and I didn’t have anything prepared for lunch. 

I took my call and had a 30 minute break from 07:00 - 07:30.  I thought, I’ll run to Whole Foods for breakfast - they have a hot bar with eggs and coffee.

Whole Foods doesn’t open until 08:00. 

I went to Peet’s Coffee in hopes they had like an egg bagel or something I could just eat the eggs from - nope, only delicious muffins and shit.

I remembered that Mucho Gracias was open and so I drove there like a bat out of hell. I ordered a breakfast burrito (described as Sausage, bacon, eggs, and cheese) and brought it back to the office.  I opened it up to eat the insides and my heart shattered… 

It was all mixed together with potatoes..and not just any potatoes.. motherfucking french fries. The little shoestring ones that are so delicious. The temptation was real folks. 

I threw my $6 burrito away and had the single Native American tear from the PSA in the late 70’s / early 80’s.

Overly tired, super work cranky, in need of some food, and I don’t get another break until noon. It’s days like this that make this keto thing so hard - I was unprepared on my end and it just a domino effect. 

So lesson learned, I need to cook a lot in advance and pull the balls off the next east coast PGM that schedules a call at 06:00.

The good news - my favorite train wreck of a meeting is coming up so I’ll see if I can get anymore twitter #cabpocalypse quotes from this group of people.

If We Have Interacted…

….or followed each other for a long’ish period of time then I will let you in on a little secret: 

I have associated you with a song. 

It could have been because of a quote, post, outfit, comment, etc.. but something matched your internet self with a song in my head. 

When I hear them on the radio it makes me laugh a little that Tumblr has invaded even the FM stations.

**Edit** 

Happy to share the song with you, just send an ask….

You know they’re talking about ditching the New 52 and rebooting again.

I had no idea, I just learned that the New 52 was a reboot yesterday. 

In fact, my knowledge of DC comics is limited to terrible Superman movies, pretty good Batman movies, a Justice League fighting game, and all the Batman Arkham games (which are amazing). 

I was stoked to hear Harley got her own books.

Yesterday I Was #SadPanda (Geek Edition)

After lunch we stopped quickly by “Things From Another World” - a local comic and collectible shop. 

I was very excited because I have this idea that is something my Grandad did for me.  He collected comic books. I’ve got a bunch of older comics (early X-Men, not super old golden age stuff) that he collected, bagged, and boxed.

Every year we’d go through them and look at the latest Wizard magazine for pricing info and jot down how they were doing value wise. We’d examine the condition and make sure the weather, bugs, etc.. hadn’t destroyed any (Imagine my sadness when all of his original TMNT comics were destroyed by bugs).

So I decided, yes, this is going to be something I pass on, much like the Hallmark ornaments, and my love of bacon. I reached out to a few folks around here that are into comics and I said I wanted to have a few Marvel series, a few DC series, and a few independents to start with.

The most enthustiac answer I got was “DUDE YOU HAVE TO START WITH DC’S “THE NEW 52 - Harley Quinn has her own book and so does the Suicide Squad”.

I know dick all about DC comics, I was a Marvel / Image / Dark Horse kid growing up - something about Superman being a boring ass hero, Aquaman being useless, and Green Lantern with his stupid ring.

So I’m all excited, I go in and the lady tells me “oh, both of those go quick, we don’t have them…now I should tell you that some people hate “The New 52” as it’s a reboot with no care given to the past - but I love it. Even Aquaman is good now - he’s grumpy and a little funny”.

Much to my sadness, this whole “New 52” thing isn’t recent, it’s been going on for a couple of years so it’s going to be a bit of a chore (and I’m worried a pricey one) to go back and find the #0’s and #1-10’s to start the series.  

….having said ALL that, to the folks out there that read comics - what series should I look to have in my collection?  There are ones from my past I want to get but I’m more interested in 2013 (Year of Gavin) and beyond. 

Suggestions?

Growing up so fast. 
7 1/2 months (and thankfully can still fit in his Jack Skellington creeper) and a joy to have in my life.  Even with the teething, lack of sleep, being thrown up on (oh god..), getting poop under my finger nails (OH GOD…), and chasing him down all over the living room.. this child has been amazing to me/for me in every way. 
It’s this different kind of joy for me when he’s belly laughing or playing with me. It’s also a different kind of heartache when he cries those big tears and when you come check on him he holds his little arms up. 
They say (the ubiquitous “they”) “a boy needs his father” and to an extent that’s true - though there are plenty of single mothers that raise fine young men.
What I learned while thinking that, however, is that I don’t have to be both mom and dad or even compete with mom’s type of affections.  I just have to be me and can show him love in the ways I know how - stupid dancing around the living room, spinning him in circles, and rolling the balls around with him, and saying things like “Life lesson number 6, nobody screams when Chris Cornell is singing on the radio”.  
I hope that my kind of love will be the right kind that he needs from me as he grows older and that even if I’m not the one that holds sway with the power of the boobs and that mothers love that I love him as only I know how to do.

Growing up so fast. 

7 1/2 months (and thankfully can still fit in his Jack Skellington creeper) and a joy to have in my life.  Even with the teething, lack of sleep, being thrown up on (oh god..), getting poop under my finger nails (OH GOD…), and chasing him down all over the living room.. this child has been amazing to me/for me in every way. 

It’s this different kind of joy for me when he’s belly laughing or playing with me. It’s also a different kind of heartache when he cries those big tears and when you come check on him he holds his little arms up. 

They say (the ubiquitous “they”) “a boy needs his father” and to an extent that’s true - though there are plenty of single mothers that raise fine young men.

What I learned while thinking that, however, is that I don’t have to be both mom and dad or even compete with mom’s type of affections.  I just have to be me and can show him love in the ways I know how - stupid dancing around the living room, spinning him in circles, and rolling the balls around with him, and saying things like “Life lesson number 6, nobody screams when Chris Cornell is singing on the radio”.  

I hope that my kind of love will be the right kind that he needs from me as he grows older and that even if I’m not the one that holds sway with the power of the boobs and that mothers love that I love him as only I know how to do.