Thursday, December 04, 2025

Star Trek and Whatnot

 Apropos of nothing, I've started going back to the Star Trek channel on PlutoTV for my default background noise when I don't have anything specific in mind to watch.

And it's been just grand.  Inasmuch as I've found some really good stuff to revisit, but not so much in terms of productivity:  the stuff is good, so I end up stopping what I'm doing as often as not to watch.

I haven't divined the schedule completely, but it feels like they're reserving the weekends for The Original Series, with The Next Generation playing largely during the week.  Either way, it's been good.   I don't think I've done an actual watch-through of either show since before Covid.  In fact, I haven't watched much of either show since in disappeared from random reruns on BBC America.  (It seems like one of the supplementary digital channels still show them, but we don't wander to the digital antenna very much).

Anyway, a few thoughts about a few episodes I've watched since the middle of November, give or take:

The Original Series:

"The Galileo Seven"   For as much as Roddenberry didn't want there to be conflict between crewmembers, this one was always one of the better episodes.  And it's amazing how much Nimoy could do with even the limited facial expressions he was able to use.

"Journey to Babel"  Mark Lenard really is an unsung hero for original generation Trek.   I always want more Tellerites and Andorians in my Trek.  (I know they get play in later series....but I always thought there was more you could do with them....)

"the Gamesters of Triskelion"  There's a good meme where Kirk says he's suddenly in the mood for baked potatoes while standing next to Angelique Pettyjohn's Shahla.  An interesting discovery in the last 10 years, for yours truly, was that Pettyjohn later had a career in adult film.....

"the Enterprise Incident"  This one's been my favorite that I've watched, in this new batch.  I guess I'm drawn to Spock episodes this time around.  I like the look at the Romulans, here.....

The Next Generation:

"Conspiracy"  I really wish more had come of this episode.  Season 1 is never closer to finding its footing than it is right here.  Coincidentally, Conspiracy is among the first episodes of Next Generation that I ever saw.  I can't say that it was the first, necessarily, but I only found the Next Generation near the end of the first season.....

"Elementary, Dear Data"  I have nothing against Dr. Crusher, and how Gates McFadden lost that job is complete bullshit, but I really did enjoy Dr. Pulaski, especially in her animosity towards Data.  Pulaski was an HR issue waiting to happen, I have to admit.  I really like Daniel Davis's Moriarty.

"The Royale"  The most original Trekky of the Next Generation treks.  Stands to reason since it formed out of a scrapped Phase II script, if I'm remembering correctly.  Definite Kirk/Spock vibes in Riker/Data here.

"The Survivors"  This one was sadder than I remember.

"The Most Toys"  Saul Rubinek is really fucking good in this one. 

"Best of Both Worlds"  I think I was 13 the spring that Best of Both Worlds part I first aired.  And somehow (maybe through Starlog?) I had caught wind that it was possible Patrick Stewart wouldn't be coming back.  If ever there were a cliffhanger that was "Who Shot JR?" to a nerdy kid from East TN, it was the cliffhanger end to Best of Both Worlds.  It still holds up.  One of the best episodes.....

"The Loss"  They never did give Marina Sirtis enough to do as Troi.  She's really quite good in this episode.

"Redemption" parts 1 & 2.  I know this is right on the verge of blasphemy, but I can get worn out with Klingon episodes pretty quickly.  But I really like how this one is put together.....

"Cause and Effect"   Somehow I've caught this one twice.  Shyam hates "Groundhog Day" episodes.  I really dig this one.  Although, in all honesty, it probably should have been a Troi episode, instead of Crusher experiencing Deja Vu.....

"The Inner Light"  Probably tied with Darmok for my favorite episode.  I have nothing to say here, except that Picard probably should have had to take a couple weeks off after living an entire lifetime in the space of a few minutes.  I mean, I couldn't go back to my job 30 years ago and just remembered how to do everything I was doing 30 years ago.  Could Picard?

"Suspicions"  Good episode.  Crusher should still have been brought up for insubordination.


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It's a fun watch.  And my late-stage Gen X brain still likes the idea of turning to a channel and just watching what's there.  As if the pressure of finding an episode to watch is just too much to bear.

I have also watched a couple episodes of Deep Space Nine over on the channel dedicated to it.  I like DS9.  And on some days, I might even call it my favorite Trek.  But its more serial nature than other Treks sometimes limits my enjoyment, in terms of just jumping in.  Not always....I watched the baseball episode "Take Me Out to the Holosuite" here recently, and enjoyed it very much.

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Addendum:  Here's that bombass meme I mentioned:



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A Trek admission:  I have not watched all of Voyager.  The bulk of its run came while I was in college, so between work and school, I didn't always watch.  In fact, I'd say there are great chunks of the show that I still have not seen.  Giving some thought to rectifying that......




Sunday, November 30, 2025

Hearts, and whatnot

 Well.  Tomorrow, I get to see a new cardiologist!

I've been seeing a cardiologist since my initial diagnosis of Atrial Fibrillation.  But, my cardiologist left his practice.  I've tried to get a referral to his new practice, which is actually closer to home, but I never got a call back.  In the mean time, my atrium is fibrillating.  Again.

The new cardiologist put me on a monitor. 

New cardiologist, who had an appointment scheduled at 7:30 pm (PM!) but moved it forward to 5 if I was able, recommended either another cardioversion or an ablation.

Since cardioversion didn't seem to last 3 years, I decided to go with an ablation.

Only, the new cardiologist works out of an office in Dalton, GA, and that office is out of network with my insurance.

So tomorrow, I go via referral to a new cardiologist in Chattanooga.

Joy.

All of this at the same time that I'm trying to get my insurance squared away for next year.  Thanks to Trump and his ilk passing the Big Beautiful Bill, my premiums look to be going up, at minimum, 40%.  Probably 50.

I'd be lying if I said I haven't spent a lot of November mad at the world.  At the ridiculous clusterfuck we've got in the White House.  The money will go directly to the people.  Right, Donnie.  Where's my fucking check? 

But I digress.

New doctors make me nervous.  Gotta explain all my stuff.  That I'm losing weight (40 pounds since April!).  That I'm walking between 45 minutes and an hour a day.   More, some days.

Speaking of which, Thomas and I went to see The Running Man yesterday.  Not a bad flick, but the ending is such a weirdly different tone than the rest of the movie that I wonder if the studio made some demands over what had originally come.  But anyway, we ran into my buddy Andy.  Andy has lost 301 pounds!  It might be 3 years since he started this journey, but 301 pounds!  That's amazing.   That's a frigging Big Stupid Tommy.

Almost.

I don't have any specific goals.  

I'd just like to live another 20 years or more.

If possible.

Sunday, November 23, 2025

Leaves

 I think in the past several weeks, I've blown, raked or otherwise moved my considerable weight in leaves from one portion of a yard to another across three different properties, and I think I will declare war on these deciduous sons of bitches so that I might never have to do such things again.

Did I mention that I'm also chopping a lot of them up with the lawnmower to use as mulch?

Actually, I rather enjoy that part, laughing dementedly as I mutter about life cycles and xylem and phloem and spongy mesophyll while pushing a Toro across hell's acre.

I may have timed my gas purchase for the mower exactly right, for the first time in years.  I don't like leaving my gas can over the winter in the cold weather, with quarter gallon left in the can, to mix with condensation over the winter.  I just about emptied the can into the mower's tank.  There's just a little left.  I figure I may run the mower one more time, to do one more pass over the leaves before winter settles all the way in.


Sunday, November 16, 2025

Partying like a rock star

 Writing this as I realized I was an old fart just a few minutes ago.

This is not the first time I've realized this, so I guess I re-realized that I'm an old fart.

This particular realization?  

Got excited that there was a Ken Burns documentary series on the American Revolution starting on PBS tonight.

I heard my DVR grunt under the strain.

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We had us a beautiful weekend here in my corner of East Tennessee, this middle of November.  We had a cold snap...a very cold snap at the beginning of the week.  Lows around 19, colder by about 15 degrees than any night since last winter.  Our fig and banana trees seemed to feel this snap the hardest.  The banana tree went from vibrant green to dull yellow overnight, it's leaves reaching as high as 13 feet last weekend, now wilting to just taller than my 6'4".  The fig tree, meanwhile, just decide to drop its leaves all at once.  I used the leaf blower later in the week to blow them around its base, in a makeshift mulching.

But the cold gave way to highs in the 70's again this weekend.  Shyam and I unloaded a load of firewood for her folks this morning, and we'd both worked up a light sweat by the end of it.

Colder weather is coming.  Tonight, in fact.  I think we're expected a low around 34 this evening.

Should be good sleeping weather.

(Another old fart milepost, I think...commenting on cooler weather as beneficial to slumber....)

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Saw a couple new movies last week.

The first, Guillermo del Toro's Frankenstein, was a delight.  We caught it on Netflix, after wanting to try to make the pilgrimage to Sevierville to see it on the Big Screen.  Real life being what it is, lately, we couldn't make the time to do that.  So, we waited until its Netflix release.  Regardless of where we saw it, I'm just happy that it was exactly what I wanted it to be.  A big, glorious horror story.  It's a favorite novel.  And it does the book a lot of justice.  Jacob Elordi is amazing as the monster.  Oscar Isaac is reined in and performs well.  Christoph Waltz is amazing as always.

An honesty, though?  I don't care for Mia Goth in this.  It's like she's half a beat off.  It's not horrible, but she didn't seem to fit perfectly.

One more note about Frankenstein:  my blog pal Sheila O'Malley wrote the book on the production.  I'd like to pick that book up at some point.

Later in the week, my buddy Micah and I caught Predator: Badlands.

I liked it.  It was exactly the gruesome adventure I needed it to be.

I couldn't help but compare it to Fede Alvarez's Alien: Romulus, which appeared last year.  I enjoyed seeing that movie on the Big Screen, but don't know that I gave it more than a moment's thought after that.  Alvarez seemed to enjoy playing in that sandbox, but I can't recall seeing anything on the screen that wasn't a callback to some other facet of the Alien franchise, including one or more of the video games: references lost on me considering I haven't played a console regularly since I bought a PS2 off a stocker when PS3 came out.

Dan Trachtenberg, with Prey, Killer of Killers and now Badlands, has expanded the canon on screen in a fun way that doesn't betray the original flick, which is just a wonderful, wonderful thing.


Thursday, November 13, 2025

23?


Been doing this nonsense for 23 years. 

Dayum. 

Almost half my life.....

Monday, November 03, 2025

Quayle

Monday, October 27, 2025

What's going on in the life of Tommy Acuff

Last weekend, we had our annual gathering of bloggers, at my friend Eric's house.  I'll be honest, I don't know if anybody in attendance is still writing online regularly, outside of the Facespace.  Teresa still does, from time to time, but I think sharing on the smaller social media engines usually suffices for most, nowadays.

Me, too, I reckon.

I was a little sad at this gathering.  A lot of our little tribe have left this plane of existence.  Steve and Kevin are the two I miss most.  Jabu, Denny and Matt, too.  A lot of the old tribe have moved on to other pursuits.  It's not the big raucous gathering it used to be. 

Such is life, I reckon.

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The local theater, the Athens Movie Palace, ran a really fun little promotion this month running some old school horror flicks.  A couple of the Universal monster flicks: Dracula and the Invisible Man, a John Carpenter favorite, Halloween, and last night, Hitchcock's Psycho.

I was really jazzed about the opportunity to see the first three on the screen, and was pleased with Psycho, but come Sunday, I was actually on the fence about going to see.  I'm glad we went....even in black and white, it's very visually pleasing on the Big Screen.

My buddy Steven brought his son Connor, and it was the first time Connor had seen the flick, which he enjoyed.  It hit me that I was probably around his age the first time I saw it.  I'd missed it up until the day Dr. Badger showed it in his film class.  At that point, the movie was about 35 or 36 years old.

For no reason in particular, I noted that an equivalent, in age if not intent, for 2025 might be Field of Dreams?  or Goodfellas?

Time's a funny thing.

(No it's not).

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I did also take the time to watch Kathryn Bigelow's House of Dynamite on Netflix yesterday.  Boy, that's a hard one to Monday Morning Quarterback.  I kept comparing it to Annie Jacobsen's really terrific and horribly terrifying Nuclear War: a Scenario, which deals with roughly the same issue at its start:  an ICBM is launched carrying a nuclear warhead.  HoD's scenario is different in that we don't know who's fired this mystery missile, or where it's headed (to start with).  

My only complaint with Jacobsen's book was how clinical it felt, though that's only a minor quibble.

House of Dynamite is a little different, except that as the movie is basically playing the same 18 minute segment over from various points of view, some of the emotional weight feels incongruous, or out of place....and even tacked on like an afterthought.

That said, I don't know how you improve it, even from my amateur's seat.  It just feels like such a huge, terrifying thing to tackle, that I don't know that you tackle it adequately on Netflix money.

My main quibble is with the decision to leave politics at the wayside.

I didn't necessarily enjoy Idris Elba as the POTUS casting about for guidance in his role as Leader of the Free World, but neither did I think it was off the mark.  I guess that's part of my trouble with the nuclear button in general:  you absolutely NEED a man of conscience in that role, but it's going to be a man of conscience who has the most trouble wrapping his head around the issue.
 
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I worry about things like that with the current administration.

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A lot.

Thursday, October 16, 2025

mini golf

Monday, October 06, 2025

Meme Dump

Saturday, September 27, 2025

A followup to Sports

Well. Shit.

Saturdays Sports Saturday!! Sports!!!

I worked in grocery for so long, where weekends off were few and far between, that having a Saturday afternoon free to watch football is still a novelty.  Tennessee plays hated Mississippi State this afternoon in Starkville.  It still feels very weird to be able to sit my ass on the couch and watch a football game, if I want, without having to move Heaven and Earth to have gotten that weekend off.  (And funny thing?  if I did have that weekend off, it's usually because I had something else going off that I needed the time off for, so I wasn't watching the games then, either).

When I was with the store, there was a long period of time that we would pipe the radio broadcast over the PA system.  That was made to halt somewhere around 2012, when the Director who would fuck me over a a couple times said we couldn't play the game on the PA, since there were ads for competitors in the commercials.

So, so much for trying to inject a small bit of joy into your life on a Saturday afternoon in the South, where college football is just as important as God, Family, Food and The Second By God Amendment.

There were so many reasons to dislike Big Jim.  That barely ends up in the top 5.

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Tennessee does look good this year.  Prior to the season, I was thinking that an 8-win campaign was in the cards, given the uncertainty with the quarterback situation, after Nico Iamaleava misread the room and fucked off down to UCLA.  Didn't know if Aguilar would have the speed, or the receivers the ability, to run Heupel's system right off.  Fuck me, I guess, because they're a missed field goal against Georgia from being 4-0 right now, with a schedule of games that looks a little more winnable with the offense firing on all cylinders.

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But!  It's still baseball season.

2 Games left in the season.

The Cubs clinched a playoff spot 9 or 10 days ago.  They then went into a 5-day hangover, getting swept by the Reds, who are likewise fighting for a spot, in 4 games.

They've shown a little life in the bats, with Kyle Tucker returning to the lineup for the first time since September 2 or so yesterday.  The put 12 on St. Louis yesterday, with Seiya hitting a grand slam.  

Anything can happen on the field.  Maybe the Cubs can figure out what made them so successful 4 months ago, and do that.  I look at a lineup of guys hitting .245 with 30 home runs, and would be more satisfied, I think with guys hitting .275 with 18 homers.  But that's not the game they play.

That all said, my gut isn't optimistic over how this postseason goes, but I also am not so impressed by any of the teams likewise making the playoffs that I see any of them as unbeatable.  Even Milwaukee, which was so hot from Memorial to Labor Day, lost the season series to the Cubs, so there's always a chance.

And then there's the psychic I read about predicting a Blue Jays/Cubs World Series.....

So, I'm rooting for the Cubs.  And I think the Mariners, over in the A.L.  But I'm digging how the leagues are shaping up, though I'd prefer the Astros be kept out of the final 6, if at all possible......

Wednesday, September 17, 2025

Random Thoughts

 Sitting here on a lovely late summer afternoon, watching the Cubs clinch a spot in the postseason.  First time since 2020, the teevee tells me, though it feels longer.  That stretch from 2015-2020 was special.  And it was too easy to take for granted.  I think I bullshitted myself into thinking the rebuilding following the dismantling of 2021 wouldn't take long.

Damn, it's felt long.

Not gonna count any chickens before they hatch.  I haven't felt confident about this team's ability to score runs since before the All-Star Break.  And indeed, they've been just a few games over .500 since mid-June.  They've shown flashes of it the last week, but largely we're leaning on Shota, Cade Horton and Matthew Boyd (with Boyd looking very, very tired his last couple or three outings, including his start this afternoon), and a bullpen that's turned itself around nicely since being the only big question mark early in the season.

But I also feel like there's nobody entering this postseason on the National League side that is locked and loaded, that is unbeatable.  Milwaukee has regressed from superhuman the last few weeks, and nobody seems to want to win the West.  I don't think the Mets have the pitching.  The Phillies have looked alive the last couple weeks, but they can fade just as quickly.  It's just gonna take somebody getting hot.

Seiya was back in the lineup.  Hoping Kyle Tucker comes back by this weekend.

Maybe.

Just maybe.....

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Took Thomas to see the movie The Long Walk, which adapts Stephen King's novel (written as Richard Bachman).  It's been one of my favorite novels for a while.

The flick is a pretty solid adaptation of the novel.

It's fucking brutal.

Especially after the week we had in America last week.

It's good.

But it might be one of those movies I don't watch again for another several years.....

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My favorite Robert Redford Movies:

1.  The Sting

2.  The Natural

3.  Captain America:  Winter Soldier

4.  All is Lost

5.  Sneakers

6.  Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid

7.  A Walk in the Woods


Putting Winter Soldier up there is probably blasphemy to some.  But it's a good flick, and he's good in it.

All is Lost is a great flick, and I once owned it on DVD, but I don't have it anymore.  I'm thinking I loaned it to my buddy Marty, who died.

In fact, I'm sure of it.

I haven't thought about that DVD in 7 years, until news that Redford passed.

Anyway.  A Walk in the Woods is an underrated little flick.  Shouldn't work.  But it does.  Especially as I wander further into middle age.....

His last movie role was Avengers: Endgame, unless I'm mistaken.  But he did appear, uncredited, in an episode of The AMC show Dark Skies, playing chess with fellow producer George RailRoad Martin.....

Redford seemed like a good dude, and he left an impressive body of work.  May he rest in peace.

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Stopped at lunch at a Burger King today.  I like getting the Impossible Whopper.  I've cut my red meat consumption considerably since my hospital stay in 2022.  I eat it maybe once a month.  But when they do it right at the BK, the Impossible Whopper is nearly indistinguishable from the real thing.

Had a small bit of consternation when I stopped at one in Cleveland, TN:  they said they no longer sell the Impossible Whopper.

When I got to the window to pick up the chicken sandwich I ordered instead, I asked if that was a company-wide decision.  

"I don't know," the young feller at the window replied.

Nothing online showing a company-wide removal of the product.  Hopefully I can still get one, somewhere.....

 It's a weird world.  And only getting weirder.....

Tuesday, September 09, 2025

A baseball trip

Wandered down to Truist for the Cubs and Braves last night.  The tickets were a Christmas present from my Brother-in-Law and sister.  I was looking back at the MLB Stadium app, and it's possible I haven't seen the Cubs in person since the home opening series for the Braves in 2019.  Now, I say that, and will admit that there's a good chance I saw them in either 2021 or 2022 and simply didn't note it in that particular app.

I'll be honest about something.  I was a little iffy on going.  Trying to save up some money to pay some bills and be ready for Christmas.  But when I mentioned it to Shyam, she was pretty excited about going, so we made plans to wander down.

One of the things I was really looking forward to when the Braves moved to their new stadium was maybe attending a game on a whim.  At the time, I was working in Cleveland, and it was conceivable that I could get out of work around 4, and make it to Marietta in a couple hours, in time for a game, from time to time.   That plan only worked that way once.  Not long after the Braves moved to Atlanta, the situation at Food Lion went sideways, and stayed sideways.  We were a manager short, or I had to help out all over creation, or I was working under a manager who was trying to make me quit.  Or there was a little something called Covid.

But despite my misgivings about taking the team away from the city it's named for, I do enjoy that I don't have to drive all the way through Atlanta to get to the stadium.  We left the house a little after 4 yesterday, and with near perfect traffic conditions, made it to our parking just after 6.



It was pretty night.  The truck thermometer showed 83 on the way down, but by the time we made it to our seats in 337, the stadium board was showing 76.7 degrees.  It would drop into the high 60's with a light breeze.  All in all, a beautiful night for a ballgame.



This is the only visit to Atlanta for the Cubs.  Bitching about the schedule doesn't do any good, but I miss the days 30 years ago when they'd wander down twice a year, so that if you missed their visit, you might try again in a couple months.  Nowadays, you have one shot, and if it's at an inconvenient time, you can hope for the postseason, or wait until next year.  The last couple of seasons, the Cubs visited during a busy time of year.

That's also the case for Shyam and me going to games.  This is the first game in at least a couple years that we've hit at the Major League level together.  Given that our business's busy season coincides with the bulk of the baseball season, it's tough for both of us to get down (and not be exhausted in the doing).  After Labor Day is our best opportunity.  I don't know if April and Lee remembered that, or if it was just coincidence.

The game itself?  Well, I don't want to spoil an all too rare blogamathing post by griping about how little the Cubs are hitting as they limp toward the postseason, nor will I mention too much the oddly haphazard way they deal with injuries to Kyle Tucker.....

The past couple of months, they hit worse with runners in scoring position than just about any Cubs team I've seen.  And last night was no different, except that runners in scoring position were tough to come by.  Atlanta's Elder baffled the lineup the first time through the lineup, with Willi Castro providing the only hit of the first 3 innings....

Shota Imanaga went for the Cubs, which was what I most looked forward to about the night.  I like how the guy pitches.  He depends on being smarter, rather than stronger.  He took the Loss last night.  It looked from my vantage point up in the third level that he didn't look comfortable in the first inning, which was when he got rocked for 3 runs.  Watching the pitch chart the Braves leave on one of their display boards, it looked like he wasn't getting any movement on his splitter....  But that may just be my interpretation from the left field foul territory.

The Cubs lost.  Third in a row.  

But we had fun.  Shyam and I haven't gotten to do as much fun stuff this year.  We made a few movies, and we did our book club with our friend Jill.  But working together, and having a handicapped cat at the house cuts down on a few opportunities to go do.

We both enjoyed ourselves, though.  And promised to go find another outing now that it's cooling down.....

(There is a new mini-golf course near us that we need to try soon.....)

Saturday, September 06, 2025

The end of the world as we know it

This was really enjoyable.   As fun as I'd hoped.   A couple of real bangers in there. 

I'll write more.   But this was fun.....

Monday, August 25, 2025

Dwight


Wandered out to a Dwight Yoakam show Saturday night in Chattanooga.  First concert I've been to in a month of Sundays.  The changes in income somewhat whined about in previous posts have lead to that state of being.  But I've wanted to see Dwight in his own show for a while.  I've seen him twice before, once the part of a festival, and once sharing a bill with Willie Nelson.  Wanted to see a whole set from him...

He's got a hillbilly sound and a simple presentation that I enjoy.  He played some old favorites, and a couple new ones.  He encored with Suspicious Minds, which is a favorite song in general, and probably my favorite thing that he's covered. 

Dug the show.  Went with my sister, brother-in-law and nephew.


Had an interesting night after.  Tried to leave their house, only to find both headlights on the car burned out.  Rather than drive home with high-beams, I stayed the night at their house.  Was able to procure new bulbs on Sunday, which did the trick.  I was afraid that something bigger electrically might be awry.  But such is life on older cars......

Sunday, August 17, 2025

Random Thoughts

 Random Thoughts, this Sunday the 17th.

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Today would have been my Dad's 73rd birthday.  If you've been reading, you can see that I miss him.  I can only think of the reams and reams of questions I'd like to ask him.

Foremost among them today:  Did you know what the fuck you were doing at 48?

I don't feel like it most days, here lately.

Sometimes I need to be reminded that we're all just bags of water with attitudes and varying degrees of self awareness, and the ones that think they know what they're doing and know what's going on are only deluding themselves.

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Old blog buddy Eric and his wife Fiona are taking a trip to see some Tennis this weekend.  It kinda hit home that Shyam and I haven't taken a trip in a couple of years.  Trying to save up some money, and possibly looking for some part time work in the fall.  Maybe we can change that up.  Even if were just a trip over to Fall Creek Falls or Cumberland Mountain for a cabin for a couple of nights.  

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I mowed yesterday, and then took myself to the movie Weapons.  And I dug it.

I don't want to talk about it too much, because I went into the thing cold, and that was the right way to do it....knowing only what the poster and previews had told me.

It's excellent, and doesn't find a moment to drag in its 129 minute or so run time  (a run time that made me leary for a horror flick.....it's tough for some flicks to maintain suspense and atmosphere for 90 minutes, let alone longer than 2 hours.

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Ranking the Zero Sugar Root beers I've tried in the last few weeks.

Prior to July, I'd only ever tried one zero sugar root beer: A&W.  Which I didn't care for back in the day.  But, when they had a sale on Coke products at Food City, I grabbed a 12-pack of Barq's Zero Sugar, and said that if I didn't care for it, I'd leave it in the cooler at the vats, and let anybody who wanted them have them.

Turns out I liked it.

And I've gone on a minor tasting spree. 

So far, I've only tried 4, 3 of them new.  I retried A&W, which is the only one you can find in 20 ounce bottles, that I've seen.

Anyway:

1.  Barq's.    Delightful.

2. IBC.   Quite good...in fact, were I to blind taste test, it may come that I like it better than Barq's, but it comes pricy in the 4-pack bottles.

3.  Mug.   Good, but not as strong a flavor.  Tastes almost watered down compared to the previous two.

4.  A&W.  It's not horrible, but it's got a medicine-y aftertaste that the first 3 do not.  Now, it's more convenient, because you can't find the other 3 in 20 ounce bottles at your local inconvenience store.  But it's not great. 

Maybe that comes as a surprise, as online, it's constantly rated best.  But those people rating it are wrong, and are probably on the payroll of Big A&W.

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Speaking of Root Beer, I'm up to 11/22/63 in my chronological read-through of Stephen King's work.  This one was a high-water work, and I was really looking forward to it.

So far?  Jake's going back for a Root Beer in 1958 caught my eye.

Also, Jake's a little too gung ho for going back and time and stopping the Kennedy assassination, for my money, but it's still fun......

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Saturday, August 16, 2025

Cubs

It used to be a pretty regular topic on the blogamathing.

They lost 3-2 to the Pirates yesterday. 

They're 15 games over .500.

That's where they were after 71 games.

That's about where they'll stay. For the next 6 weeks,  I think. 

Unless the stars align,  and Kyle Tucker finds his groove again.   He's the lynchpin.  He's what keeps everybody else from having to perform outside their role. 

The pitching has been good enough.   I'd have liked them to have grabbed one more quality starter at the trade deadline.   Horton,  Boyd, Shota and even Rea were top notch this week.   MacKenzie Gore wouldn't have made a difference if you aren't scoring for him. 

I hope Owen Caissie is worth it.   They didn't want to give him up.   He's highly rated.   I just see a guy who's gonna hit 25 homers and strike out 180 times.   Hopefully I'm wrong. 

It's been a weird summer.  The Cubs doing well was a nice spot.  And it still is,  I guess.   .500 ball since mid- June just doesn't feel the same.  Especially against the Brewers playing almost .800 ball during the same stretch......

Anyway.   Just down that they lost.   

(I'm 48!)

Tuesday, August 12, 2025

Reading recommendation: When the Clock Broke

Finished this one this past weekend.   Ganz is part of the Unclear and Present Danger podcast with Jamelle Bouie, a frequent but not quite regular podcast listen of mine.   Bouie is one of my favorite writers.... commentators.... thinkers out there.   But in listening to the podcast,  I've come to like where Ganz comes from by way of thought. 

I'd been on the lookout for this one since it released last summer, and was happy to find it on sale on Audible. 

A bit of an answer,  thirty years years after the fact,  to Francis Fukuyama's End of History,  and an unintentional companion to Chuck Klosterman's book The Nineties,  it follows a handful of media and political figures who rose to prominence and perhaps infamy in the early 90s, as the world wandered through Desert Storm, the economic downturn,  the L.A. Riots and the 1992 presidential election and beyond. 

The sections on David Duke and Pat Buchanan were my favorites for underlining the growing power and voice of those who felt underserved by the political establishment.   The same goes for the history and candidacy of H. Ross Perot, in what was maybe the most enlightening part of the book.... despite being 15 and then 19 for his runs, i realized i knew very little about Perot's history. 

Other names that popped to the forefront: Gates, Sister Souljah....Ice Cube.

The section on Ruby Ridge,  and the up close look at a family that lost faith in the American system was actually chilling.....

Strong read.   Especially for those of us who lived through these events,  but still look around and wonder how the hell we got into this handbasket.....


Strong read,  with a lot of good for thought.   I recommend.

Sunday, August 10, 2025

Dreams

 I forget where I read it, but there's somebody out there who once said something along the lines that there's nothing more insufferable than listening to someone describe their dream.

George Carlin?  Harlan Ellison?  Maybe somebody more contemporary like Bill Maher?  

I don't remember.  And I guess I don't care because I'm going to use the little bit of time I dedicate to the blogamathing to describing a dream I had the other morning.

And I say "the other morning" because it came in a brief snooze after Shyam got up at her (our) regular time of 5:30 or so.  I'd stayed up a little longer the previous night, and we didn't have anything pressing at the business that needed my attention, so she invited me to stay in bed.  This'll happen every now and then, and most of the time, I recognize that I'm awake and just get up.  Sometimes I'll try sleeping in, and I end up just fucking around on my phone.  But yesterday?  My happy ass just fell right to sleep again.

But it wasn't for long.  Another 30 minutes, 40 tops.

In that little bit of time, I fell into a weird dream.

It starts at my childhood friend Lindsey's house.  We had many a sleepover at his house growing up, usually everybody piling into his family's living room.

And we were there.  Tregg.  Matthew.  Jeremy.  But there were also several members of the group we did Cons with in the late 90's and early 2000s.  My buddy Steven.  the Bills.  Shyam and Diane were there.  And we were all waiting for my friend Stephanie from high school, to celebrate her birthday.

And in the dream, the phone keeps ringing, and I pick it up, and it's my Dad.  "Hey, bud," he says.  "Just wanted to see what you were doing," he says.

"Just hanging out at Lindsey's," I say.  There's a little more small conversation, and then he says "he's gotta go" and like that he's gone.  I remember asking him not to go, and I woke up with the words "I miss you" on my lips.

Just a dream, I suppose.  But it's messed with my mind for about 30 hours now.

I do miss him.  But I don't know where this one came from, out of the blue like it did.  Dad's been gone 8 years, this past spring.  Two Summer Olympiads, One Pandemic and 8 years of the most ridiculous political environment you can imagine.  I think about it a couple times a week that I'd like to talk to him, just to hear what he thought about stuff.....

Anyway.  There's your boring dream post.  Sorry George, or Harlan, or whomever.....

Tree Frog

Wednesday, July 30, 2025

Sandberg

There's a meme going around about how there is no stronger fandom than that between an seven-year-old and a mediocre player on his favorite baseball team.

And maybe there's some truth for that.  I've still got a lot of fondness for Jody Davis, or Keith Moreland....or even Thad Bosley.

Mine wasn't a mediocre player, though.

I don't know exactly when I latched on to Sandberg, but I definitely remember the Sandberg Game.

I was 7, that June 23, 1984.

I didn't watch the whole game.  We'd been out doing whatever families  with seven- and three-year-olds do.  But we got home, and I saw the last few innings.  I watched Ryno pick that game up, put it in his pocket and say "it's mine, now."

I've since watched the game on Youtube, and it's one of the few things out there that makes me feel like I'm 7 years old again.

Sometime later that season, or maybe the season after, my grandparents were down for a visit from New Jersey.  And Grandpop wandered in to my watching the Cubs.  He asked who my favorite player was, and I said Sandberg.  He said that Sandberg was a good one.  Maybe, he said, the best clutch hitter he'd ever seen.  And he mentioned that Sandberg Game.

He was my favorite player.

I don't have a lot else to say, except that he did it quietly, and without ballyhoo.

In fact, he probably should have had some more ballyhoo.  An abrupt retirement in 1994, that lasted through 1995 might have had something to do with the Hall of Fame questions that emerged after his final retirement in 1997.  Jeff Pearlman called him in a recent video a "generational talent."  And that's right.  He was the best second baseman of the second half of the century, with apologies to Roberto Alomar, and none to Joe Morgan's favorite player, Joe Morgan.  But because most baseball writers revert to baseball card statistics when a player hasn't been in their eyeline for the 5 years requisite for Hall admission, and because he didn't hit 300 homers, or hit .300 for a career, he got overlooked.

I'll always remember fondly going to the Hall of Fame in the fall off 2005, with my buddy Steven, after he'd been inducted that summer.   Enough people raised a fuss when he was excluded.   I still have about a dozen of the postcards of Ryno's plaque floating around in my desk.   I'd like to go back.

My buddy Rob (is Rob still my buddy?.....I feel like I may have fucked up that friendship with my particular brand of standoffishness: I haven't talked to him in a couple years) got me a signed Ryno ball.  It's in my office.  I got a 1990 Donruss and a 1985 Topps card signed by him during his stint managing the Tennessee Smokies.  A few years ago, I completed a set of autographed Cubs cards from that 1985 set, and I'm slowly working on that 1990  Donruss set.....

Monday was a crappy night.  The Cubs were playing the uninspiring ball that they've been playing since before the All-Star Break.  I'm dealing with health annoyances (after a trip to my new cardiologist last week, I'm back in AFib and I'm having to wear a monitor for a month to see how constant it is....and I went for my echocardiogram Monday).  Shyam was still catching up from being sick the week of the All-Star Game, and dealing with having to replace one of the trucks at work.  And it's just so fucking hot.  Highs in the high 90s, with high humidity, but somehow no rain in my corner of Tennessee.

And then, in the middle of that Brewers debacle, there came the Facebooke post that Ryno had succumbed to the cancer that he'd been fighting.

Life comes in and punches a seven-year-old every now and then.

The tributes have been cool.  Hearing fans and opponents talk him up.  Announcers and teammates.  I cried a little bit when I heard Shawon Dunston talk about how special he, Andre Dawson and Mark Grace were to Ryno.  That lifted my heart a little, knowing that those 80's teams were as meaningful to those guys as they were to Tommy Acuff in Tennessee.

But, you still go out there and play.  Keep moving forward. That's one of the things I took from Ryno.  Even when you're slumping (which he did, seemingly the start of every season.....I wonder what his career slash line might look like if you omitted April from his career).   Just put the cleats on....

Friday, July 25, 2025

Files

Sunday, July 20, 2025

The First Six Months in Books, 2025

 I looked at my Superman post, and realized that I'd not done the only regular posting I've done on the blogamathing for the past several years.  July's rushing by, and we're three weeks in without my look at what I've been reading in 2025.

So, here we go:  

January

Age of Cage:  Four Decades in Hollywood Through One Singular Career  by Keith Phipps

Decent read.  Good overview of what I admit is one helluva career.  I enjoyed reading it, but with the conscious decision not to pursue Cage for a voice in the overview made this feel a lot of Google Journalism.....

The Immortal Hulk Omnibus by Al Ewing, et al.

I'm trying to keep better track of my comic reading in 2025 (with mixed results, Tommy in July says).  I'd picked up the digital copy of the gigantor omnibus and picked my way through it.  And ye gods, these omnibus editions can pack in 50 or 60 issues of story, so there's a lot there.  What's good is good.   Very good.  Perhaps some of the best Hulk stuff to cross my eyeline in a few years.   The book tends to trail off, or lose energy when it includes a story not specifically written as part of "Immortal Hulk."  Still, quite good, on the whole.....

Duma Key,   by Stephen King

Part of the continuing project to read through all of King's work in publication order.  I tapped out of King for a lot of the mid 2000's forward.  I'd tried Duma Key, but it never caught, for some reason.  I liked this, though, when I finally finished.  There's a lot of King still working through getting run down by the van, and the injuries and handicaps that may come with.  This one's also a look at the role of art in healing.  I felt like there was a lot of Duma Key that is King forgiving himself.....

Strong Female Character    by Fern Brady

I think I may have developed a little crush on Fern Brady during her series of the excellent teevee program Taskmaster.  Even after 7 months of having watched her season, I still get her hastily composed "I'm Fern Brady" song bouncing around in my head.  This isn't quite what I was expecting.  To be honest, I was thinking this was going to be one of those hastily published books that simply transcribe some of the comic's best bits.  Instead, it's a well spoken examination and memoir of Brady growing up Autistic, a diagnosis she received late in life.  Funny, yes, but her advocacy for those on the Spectrum is admirable.

Far Sector,  by NK Jemisen & Jamal Campbell

DC, last year, reintroduced a compact/manga sized series of several stories.  They've called this series "Compact" and they have a really nice $9.99 price point.  I say that because as a mostly casual comics fan over the last 2 decades now, I do a lot of my reading in trade paperbacks.  As the single issue price creeps up, it just becomes more economical to read the trade, which are largely inevitable nowadays.

The problem with that is that the price of trades has crept up, and if it's not a character I'm normally interested in, I may not shell out 20 or 30 bucks to read a story.  10?  That's a little more doable.

Far Sector is what made me love the Compact line.  This is a lot of fun.  Nerfs the Green Lantern concept a bit, but it makes for a better detective story.  Nice SF concept.  Good mystery.  I like Jemisen's work a lot, but this is the first comic work of hers I've read.  I recommend.

Crypt of the Moon Spider by Nathan Ballingrud

I read this initially in December of 2024.  I found myself unexpectedly sitting at the car shop for one of the route trucks, and digging through the Kindle app on my phone,  instead of reading something new, I decided to do this one again.  It's truly excellent.  Ballingrud's fiction instills a distinct sort of disquiet in me.  His collection Wounds is one of my favorite short story collections, and The Strange is one of my favorite SF/Western/Weird books ever.  This one is extremely good, as well.

The Drowning House  by Cherie Priest

Suitably creepy, which is Priest's Stock in Trade.  I enjoyed very much the aspect of a couple childless 40-year-olds having to search for a third.  Halfway expected the missing friend to just show up at the end saying "Oh, I went camping for a few days to clear my head" as one of my friends did once, worrying us all.....

February

Why We Love Football: a History in 100 Moments  by Joe Posnanski

Posnanski's book "Why We Love Baseball" was amazing.  A shining bit of positivity that I needed in November 2024.  Mom got me this for Christmas.

It's a good read, though I couldn't tell if my own enthusiasm for baseball over football or Posnanski's paints the thing.  It's a good read....Posnanski just doesn't seem to have the same exuberance in this as he did for baseball.....

The Boys of Summer   by Roger Kahn.

A re-read.  Read it in the 90s.  Probably during the offseason, when I was missing baseball.  The first third of the book, which is largely a memoir of growing up near Ebbets Field made me jealous all over again of those folks who lived close enough to a Major League Stadium to partake, even irregularly.  The second section is very much a love letter to the sports-writing beats and newspapermen of the 1950's. The book's last section hits a lot harder at age 47 or 48 than it did at age 18.  In this section, Kahn interviews those members of the Dodgers after their careers....when they're managing a factory, or a grocery store, or working construction.  I found myself close to tears a couple of times.  Marvelous book.....

The History of Sound, by Ben Shattuck

This year, Shyam and I at the suggestion of our friend Jillian have started a small reading group.  As of this writing, I think we've just finished our fifth book together.  This one, a collection of short stories, was the first.

And of everything we've read as a group, this is what my mind keeps bouncing back to, 5 or 6 months later.  Good collection of interconnected stories that bounce and play off each other.  I liked it.  There's a wry fatalism that I appreciated very much.....

Just After Sunset   by Stephen King

Continuing project, and whatnot.  I'd read a couple or three of theses stories in other anthologies, or in whatever they'd originally been published.  The rest were new to me.

Twins are a recurring theme for King.  Much the basis of The Talisman and Black House.  A major point of The Wolves of the Calla.  There are stories that are resonant Twins.  Dark Half and Secret Window, Secret Garden both seem to grow out of the same paranoia of fame and artistry.   There's a bit of it in Just After Sunset.  A couple of stories "Gingerbread Lady" and "Stationary Bike" share a lot of the same energy as Duma Key.

Many of the stories were written in close enough temporal proximity to September 11th that you can feel King unpacking those feelings for that event.  And there are another set of twin stories that are musings on what the Afterlife, especially the immediate Afterlife, will look like.  Toward that end, I really enjoyed "Willa" and thought it one of the better stories of his career.  And the best of this Volume.

Good collection with arguably only one turd.

March

Einstein's Cosmos   by Michio Kaku

Kaku's vibe reminds me very much of Carl Sagan's.  His enthusiasm for his subject is contagious.  I learned a lot in this one, even if it is an examination of Albert Einstein's career and teachings....

Horrorstor   by Grady Hendrix

First Hendrix I've read.  Not bad, especially the retail stuff which made me think Hendrix probably toiled in the big box store salt mines for a stretch.  But in the end, it didn't do a whole lot for me.

Don't Know Tough by Eli Cranor

Another one we read for the group.  It's not without its charms, but the small town southern football culture doesn't bear much resemblance to the actual thing......

Redcoat, volume 1   by Geoff Johns, Bryan Hitch et al.

I like Johns.  I like Hitch.  I just didn't get much out of this.  It never really comes together, nor leaves me interested in pursuing the story to see if it does come together.  Feels like it borrows concepts from a dozen different sources without saying much on its own....

Everything is Tuberculosis: the History and Persistence of our Deadliest Infection  by John Green

A pre-order that I surprised myself with.  Strong, accessible look at one of the formative illnesses for humanity.  Interesting look at its role in in U.S. and World Events (we may not have had a first World War without it).  Even more interesting:  its role in forming modern ideals of beauty (rosey cheeks, porcelain skin....)

Focuses even more strongly on advocacy for those in impoverished areas in the planet where the disease thrives, where drug resistant strains are likely to emerge.  Much of the book follows the story of Henry Reider, a young man in Sierra Leone whose treatment (and lack of it) is an exampble of how this beast persists in the 21sth century.

Dry Bones  by Craig Johnson.

Minor Spoilers, here:  It's weird getting attached to fictional people.  So apologies to the people of western North Carolina as I cussed myself silly.  In my want of something light to read, I wandered here.  And not far over the border from Tennessee to North Carolina, one of the characters loses a new husband in the line of duty.  And I cussed a blue streak from nearly Murphy to Andrews.

Good read.

April

2020: One City, Seven People and the Year Everything Changed   by Eric Klinenberg

Tough to read.  Not because of Klinenberg, but the subject matter.  Hadn't realized how raw 2020 still ran for me.  Took me a couple months to get through this one.  

The Lord of the Rings: the Return of the King   by J.R.R. Tolkien

Pippin and Merry have more reunions than Hobbits have meals.

Under the Dome  by Stephen King

King's Lord of the Flies.  A prescient look at the rise of Christian Nationalism.  After the van accident, King was a different cat.  The road back was long.  There's a lot of experiementation.  There's a headlong rush to finish The Dark Tower.  A move from supernatural horrors to the more tangible monsters and traumas we faced in the early part of this century.  A lot of it doesn't feel exactly right.  A lot of it....didn't work for me at the time.  A lot of what I read as part of this project in the last year was new, because I tapped out.  This was the first thing I read back in 2011 after being away for a while (and after Dad lent me his CD copy of the novella collection Full Dark, No Stars).

The book itself is a bit bloated, and kinda scrambles for an end.  The cast is a little too crowded, even if King likes a crowded cast.  Besides Barbie, Julia and a handful of others, they all feel interchangeable, and regardless they're dead by the book's end.

But on the whole, it's a lot of fun.  I'd forgotten just how much Big Jim's fascist playbook comes into play, especially the "Punish Those who didn't Vote for Me" aspect.  It's a little chilling.

First time around, I'd completely missed the odd Jack Reacher crossover....after looking that up, King just likes the Reacher books.....

May

The Antidote  by Karen Russell

Discussion Group.  So far in her career, I've enjoyed everything of Russell's.  I'd initially thought this one quite a bit darker and less prone to sarcastic whimsy, but then I looked at my notes on Swamplandia, and I'd forgotten a couple of the dark bits of that book.  Yeesh, Tommy...... 

Two other thoughts:  this one reminded me a lot of Katherine Dunn's Geek Love for some reason.  Similar spirits?  Definitely not similar execution.  I do think this had much more mission behind it than much of Russell's previous work.

The Blessing Way  by Tony Hillerman

Shyam and I started watching (and finished, actually) the really excellent Dark Winds, which adapts some of Hillerman's work.  I'd never read any of his stuff.  I enjoyed it.  Light on mystery, heavy on action.  I'll read another.....

True Grit by Charles Portis

I'm gonna be honest.  It's in the running for my favorite book.  Favorite line this time around:  "he went there from time to time to pay attention to a lewd woman...."

The End of History and the Last Man by Francis Fukuyama

One of those that I've seen cited from time to time.  Found a cheap copy.  Written not long after teh dissolution of the Soviet Union, it supposes that a Democracy of the informed and involved is the pinnacle of human governmental achievement.  And that personal recognition and glory are bigger drivers than economics.   Hindsight makes for easier criticism.  There a pile of writing looking to counter Fukuyama's supposition, and an even bigger contingent that wants to point and laugh.  At the end of the day, I don't feel justified joining that group except to say that even in my meager reading, the fall of Soviet communism wasn't That Big of a surprise, and the rise of groupings not necessarily nationalistic in nature that grow out of the increased access to fringe ideas afforded by the Information Age turn a few of his ideas on their ear.  Radicalized people taking out Oklahoma City or the World Trade Center, or political movements driven by near baseless propaganda, isn't new, and probably should have been given more thought, especially with the shortening of communication lines.  Not enough credit is given to the role of the Super Rich or the ideation of personhood being given to corporate entities....

Still....interesting read....and there is a healthy dose of "I could be wrong" in Fukuyuma's writing....

Anima Rising  by Christopher Moore

I play Trivia.  A lot.  And one of my weak areas is art and art history.  But I will tell you that what little I know?  I know because of a couple of Moore's books.  This one centers around Gustav Klimt, and the gathering of geniuses in Vienna near the beginning of this century.  And then there's the Bride of Frankenstein......

I liked this one a lot.

Blockade Billy by Stephen King

Fun in a Penny Dreadful kind of way.  Made me think that King had probably read or re-read Boys of Summer before writing this one.....

I will also note that I intensely dislike the accompanying story "Morality."  Never sure of the point King's looking to make, or even if there is one.  Just a sour, sour story.

June

The Three-Body Problem  by Cixin Liu

I've had this one kicking around my Audible library for a while.  Finally used it as a route listen.  Reading this reminded me some of reading Heinlein and especially Clarke.

I read one ridiculous review that bashed the book saying that Science Fiction has moved past this sort of storytelling.  My reply is that modern commercial science fiction has gotten away too long writing space opera and action stories disguised as science fiction, and some modern fans wouldn't know good SF it it were injected into their eyes.

I did have the problem I have with a lot of translated fiction:  I feel like it probably loses some of the poetry in the translation.  The prose does feel flat, from time to time.....

Mice 1961   by Stacey Levine

One year, about 15 years ago, I got invited to a New Years Eve party.  I knew no one except the host and a couple co workers.  I went at the invite of the host, with whom I'd carried on one of the few successful flirtations of my life.  I went to the party in hopes of maybe doing "the sex."  That didn't happen because the love of her life was there despite my thinking they were on the outs.  So, I wandered around this party with people I barely knew.  I left before midnight.

That party is how this book felt.  

It's an odd motherfucker of a book.

We read it for our discussion group, and Jillian and Shyam both agree.

The Glass Teat  by Harlan Ellison

This one feels like required reading.  The tricks that the conman in the White House uses aren't new.  Ellison was dealing with the same with Reagan in California, and Agnew & Nixon in Washington, in 1969 and 1970.  Good stuff.   Very good stuff.  Finding a copy for my nephew.

The Comfort of Strangers   by Ian McEwan

Strong horror vibes in this one.  And for good reason.

Full Dark, No Stars   by Stephen King

The one that brought me back to King after a 3 or 4 year hiatus on the new stuff.

1922 and Big Driver are Strong.  (Parenthetically, the movie adaptations of each are quite disappointing).  I enjoyed the collection, though.  Might be King attempting to exorcise his feelings and vengeance and retribution after his accident.

This one made me think of Dad.  And also of my late friend Gina Fann, who you may find in comments as far back as 2004 under the name "grandefille."  She unexpectedly passed a couple summers ago, but she was likewise a big King fan, and she also enjoyed this one.......



Superman

I took Thomas to see the new Superman movie last Thursday.  And it was great.  Quite good.  This was a great scene.   I had quibbles with how Clark's human parents were portrayed,  but I thought this scene was beautiful. 

It made me miss my Dad.   

And there is part of me that's needed to hear the words of his father's direction said to me for a while.   A long while.....


Clark: you don’t understand pop. I’m not who I thought I was. 

Pa Kent: Parents aren’t for telling their children who they’re supposed to be. We’re here to give y’all tools, to help make fools of yourselves all on your own. 

Your choices, Clark. Your Actions. That’s what makes you, who you are… and I’ll tell you something son.

I couldn’t be more proud of you.

Tuesday, July 15, 2025

Drinking

I quit drinking about 3 years ago. 

It wasn't an alcoholism thing.  I had an AFib/ Blood Pressure issue in August 2022 that put my in the hospital for a couple days.   A couple of the medications I've been on shouldn't be taken with alcohol, so I laid it down. 

I'd been ramping down anyway,  after Dad died.   He'd been drinking too much in the months prior to his passing,  and it was turning me off.  

But,  I'd still have a beer at a baseball game (the last beer I had was at a Chattanooga Lookouts game in late v July 2022).  I'd have a beer or two at pub trivia.   But I was nearing teetoler status as it was. 

By and large,  I don't miss it.  Rarely even think about it. 

But tonight,  watching the All-Star Game,  a beer might have been nice. 

Several months back,  I went to see friends of friends play music at a local venue.   I knew a couple people there.   A beer might have helped as a social lubricant. 

But anyway.   A beer at a ballgame might be nice.   But I'm not rushing for the stuff. 

Just a random thought.....

Sunday, July 13, 2025

In which money is an object

Dang.   The All Star Game will be played a couple hours south of here on Tuesday. 

It's a bucket list thing, but I can't justify the cost. 

Where's John Cena when you need him?

Friday, July 04, 2025

striking the balance

Tuesday, July 01, 2025

incoming....

Storm incoming,  driving north into Athens