Saturday, August 01, 2015

Two Deaths.

I found out today that my Uncle Johnny passed away.  It wasn't unexpected.  He'd been ailing.  A diagnosis of lung cancer came not long ago.  He had a heart attack a few days back.  It took a heart attack on top of lung cancer to take him out.

I didn't know him well.  In fact, I was thinking about it today, after I found out, and I figure that the number of times he and I actually saw each other in person in my couldn't have numbered much more than a dozen.  It was an issue of proximity, more than anything.  Johnny, his wife Linda and their four daughters lived in Michigan, which isn't ridiculously far away, I know, but is far enough away that it wasn't convenient for every Labor Day or Thanksgiving get together at my Aunt Brenda's house in Kentucky.

Still, he was always cool to me when we did meet.  He had a dry wit, and he had the kind of disposition where he didn't really require you to be in on the jokes.

He was quite kind about the stuff I'd written.  And when I lamented that work was eating up my writing time, he said "if it's important enough, you make the time."

He's right.  Was, and is.

Thanks, Uncle Johnny.  I wish I'd known you better.

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Tonight at work, I saw that somebody had posted to my Facebook that Rowdy Roddy Piper had passed away.

I hope you won't think it too maudlin of me that I had to take a minute in the back of the store.

It's one thing to say that Piper was my favorite wrestler.

It's another to think of why.

I was a quiet kid.  Smart enough, but never fully trusting of my verbal skills, at least when it came to one of the most important places--with the other kids.  When it came to any sort of confrontation, I let myself be horribly outclassed, verbally.  I'd stammer, I'd trip on my tongue.  Or I'd just stay silent, fearing the stammering.

I was in awe of Roddy Piper.  Who never seemed to be the most popular guy.  Or the biggest.  Or the toughest.  But he always had something to say.  I admired that.  That complete inability to be cowed into silence.

I still admire that.  I have moments still, where I don't trust myself to speak my mind.  It's bullshit, and I get angry with myself about it.  But it still happens.

Less, though, than when I was growing up.  I'd like to think Hot Rod not being afraid to step up to Hulk Hogan, or Andre the Giant, or Mr. T., had something to do with that.

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Sports Czar

I want to be Sports Czar.

I want to be the final authority on all questions sports.

Used to be, their commissioners were enough.

Now?  I want to be that body to appeal to, when a Commissioner hands down a decision.

All sports would be able to appeal to me.  Professional or Amateur.

For this, I ask only a small stipend.  Roughly $1500 week.

Also, a cloak to wear.  For I don't want people to know my identity.  I'd like a hooded cloak.  So I might be shrouded in mystery.

Also, I want a huge mission control type room where I might watch all these sports.

And I want the right of one arbitrary murder a year.  You piss me off?  I point at you, and say "Dead."  And then government agents would wisk you off and destroy you.  Or, if I'm driving, and some asshole cuts me off?  I call a number, and attack helicopters swoop in and destroy the offending party.

I wouldn't use it often.  Just enough to for it to be effective.  And I'll give some back...if I don't use my arbitrary murder in a calendar year, there are no rollovers.  I don't use it, I lose it.  I would recommend that the year run from birthday to birthday...because that would be a hella cool birthday gift.  It would also make that corridor from Christmas to my birthday a tricky one to navigate, if you're prone to pissing me off, and I haven't used up that murder yet.

Yep.  Sports Czar.  That's me.

Tuesday, July 21, 2015

In which he should stay off the social media until he's had his coffee

I wake up.  I sit there on the edge of the bed.  I look at the text message I received at 2 in the morning from a co-worker.  I then go scrolling through Facebooke.

It turns out, I'd never done the math on the propensity for my friends named Rachel to marry guys named Matt.  I've got three sets of Rachel and Matt among my friends.

Just two of those sets are are on social media, but it was the third that I was getting confused.

One set had a baby.

It was the set is made of my friend Rachel, whom I used to see often, but then stopped seeing as much when I got transferred up to the Loudon, and then we just never hooked back up as often, after that.  She married a fellow named Matt, who's a pretty cool dude.

However, my sleep-addled brain didn't grasp that it was that Rachel, as she posts infrequently on the Facebook.  Without saying too much myself, she didn't mention the pregnancy much due to the personal risks.  I read this, and understood, though in my mind, I had the complete wrong Rachel in mind saying this.  the one I had in mind was one I see somewhat often, if irregularly, as she shops in my store from time to time.  The thought running through my mind:  I had no idea she was pregnant.  She didn't look pregnant.

I got up.  Took a pee.  Made a cup of coffee.

Sat down at my computer, and wanted to read the post again.  I typed in Rachel, and the first that pops up is a friend from my home town, that I went to school and church with.  She had no posts about being pregnant, and I was again confused for a couple seconds.

Anyway.  This long and boring post was made possible by a cup of coffee.  I've sorted my Rachel/Matt combos out.  Congrats to the one with a new daughter.  Congrats to all of them for being married to Matts.  I like to think that somewhere up on the astral plane, there's a chortle about this.

Saturday, July 11, 2015

A note from the ether....

Spray tan, son.  Someday, you'll understand that you didn't dodge a bullet so much as had the Crazy Train pass you by on the station.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

Strange Women Lying in Ponds

Any time anybody expresses their religious views as part of a political argument, I can't help but think of this scene.


Strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government.....

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Half Year Book Post

We're coming up on the end of June, which marks 6 months down, you goons.

I've had a minor goal of 52 books a year for a few years running.  I usually do well with the goal until I hit holiday buzzsaw in mid November.  So far, I'm a couple ahead of pace.

I'm currently reading The Likeness, by Tana French, and Finders Keepers, by Stephen King, though I won't finish them until July, most likely.....

Anyway, month-by-month, here's what I've been reading in 2015.

January

1.  The Plague Dogs, by Richard Adams
2.  Moonshine: A Cultural History of America's Infamous Liquor, by Jaime Joyce
3.  A Confederacy of Dunces, by John Kennedy Toole
4.  Silver Screen Fiend, by Patton Oswalt
5.  So, Anyway..., by John Cleese

February

6.  City Behind a Fence:  Oak Ridge, Tennessee 1942-1946
                                     by Charles W. Johnson & Charles O. Jackson
7.  Revival, by Stephen King
8.  All Clear, by Connie Willis

March

9.  Tretiak: the Legend      by Vadislav Tretiak
10.  In the Kingdom of Ice, by Hampton Sides
11.  Black Swan Green,  by David Mitchell
12.  Dead Wake, by Erik Larson
13.  the Outlaw Album, by Daniel Woodrell
14.  Trigger Warning, by Neil Gaiman

April

15.  the Eye of God, by James Rollins
16.  the Guns of August, by Barbara W. Tuchman
17.  Prisoner 489, by Joe R. Lansdale
18.  the Prague Cemetary, by Umberto Eco
19.  the Martian, by Andy Weir

May

20.  Our Magnificent Bastard Tongue: the Untold History of English, by John McWhorter
21.  the Dark Tower:  Gunslinger      by Stephen King
22.  I am Radar, by Reif Larsen
23.  Dust and Decay, by Jonathan Maberry
24.  Long Black Curl, by Alex Bledsoe
25.  Finding Nouf, by Zoe Ferraris

June

26.  the Jesus Cow, by Michael Perry
27.  Heir to the Empire, by Timothy Zahn
28.  the Great Movies, by Roger Ebert

Monday, June 22, 2015

Punch n' Juicy


Nephew:  Uncle Tommy, what is that?
Me:  That's a kind of bubble gum.
Nephew:  Can I have some?
Me:  I don't think it exists any more.
Nephew:  Why not?
Me:  Well, they stopped selling it?
Nephew:  How come?
Me:  I guess it wasn't very good.
Nephew:  Did you have any?
Me:  I don't think so.
Nephew:  Can we try some?
Me:  No.
Nephew:  Why not?
Me:  Because they don't make it anymore.
Nephew:  Why not?
Me:  I guess it didn't sell very well.
Nephew:  How much did it cost?
Me:  I don't know.
Nephew:  Didn't you have any money?
Me:  Not in 1983.
Nephew:  Did they make gum in 1983?
Me:  Of course they made gum in 1983.
Nephew:  Did you buy any?
Me:  Sometimes my Dad bought me some at the store.
Nephew:  Some of that gum?
Me:  No.  Other gum.
Nephew:  But not that gum?
Me:  No.  Other gum.
Nephew:  Was it better than that gum?
Me:  I don't know.  I never tried that gum.
Nephew:  Why not?
Me:  Don't remember knowing about that gum.
Nephew:  But didn't you have this comic when you were little?
Me:  Yes, but I don't remember the gum.
Nephew:  You don't remember gum?
Me: I remember gum, but I don't remember that gum.
Nephew:  Why not?
Me:  I just don't.
Nephew (after a long pause):  I think it looks good.  I want some.
Me: You can't have any.
Nephew:  Why not?
Me: Because they don't make it anymore.
Nephew:  Why not?
Me:  Can we read the comic story?
Nephew (rolls eyes, skeptically):  oooookay......

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Minor thoughts on the Blackhawks

Didn't get to see the Blackhawks win the Cup tonight.  I'd told somebody at work that my head said the Lightning would take this game, but my gut said Chicago would take it, if only because I wasn't home to watch, and I'd be out of hockey to watch until next season.

Congrats to Chicago.

It puts me in an odd position on Twitter.  I follow a lot of Cubs fans.  A lot of those Cubs fans are also Blackhawks fans.

During the season, it's aggravating.  Especially when they play.  In a playoff series.

Still.  I'm happy for them.  They're good folks.

It's worth noting, I would suppose, that I've still not had a team win a title in a major professional or college league....

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Notes on the Day


  • I have worked 10 out of the last 11 days.   And 21 of the 25 since I got back from vacation.  My ass is tired.  As is the rest of me.  I'd made the mistake of noting to Shyam that 2015 has been a little easier on my schedule-wise than was 2014, and the latter half of 2013.  
  • I'm off tomorrow.  hooray.
  • Christopher Lee and Dusty Rhodes both died today.  Two folks who inhabited that odd, near unnameable concentric circle of "Shit Tommy thinks is cool."  If I was the type of guy who believed Things Happen in Threes, I'd want Ryne Sandberg, Elvira and Stephen King to take some notice, and make the proper arrangements to stay safe tonight.
  • I shared this on Facebook.  It is one of the first things I thought of when I heard Dusty passed.  The man had the crowd eating out of the palm of his hand.  It was a shitty, half-assed storyline, but Dusty made it work.  Plus, in this video, you can see my smiling mug around the 19-second mark:   
  • Aggravation is turning on MLB.TV to watch the Cubs, only to remember that they're playing the Reds, and that I live in what is considered the Reds' media area.  And the channel they normally play on is instead broadcasting a WNBA game.  Nothing against WNBA.  Just wanted to watch the Cubs.
  • Relief is realizing that SportSouth was showing the game, since the Braves played this afternoon.
  • May I recommend Illusive Traveler's Grapefruit Ale?  Fruit Ales aren't normally my cup of tea, but this one has a nice tartness to it.  I dig.

Tuesday, June 02, 2015

Howl

While I curse this little computer I carry with me all the time that connects me to work, friends and just about any bit of information I could deem fit to find, it's pretty handy to have it.  Especially when it helps me catch shit like this, which I happened upon as I left the post office, when I'd stopped to check some mail:

Howl

Thursday, May 21, 2015

Heh Heh Heh.


I don't drink and drive.  I'm past the point of bad drunken decisions out in public (mostly).  Still, I had a taste for rum a few nights ago.  And this was the result.  Maybe the best $20 I've ever spent.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

State of the Union

Is 1:05 in the morning, after drinking 2/3 of a bottle of rum, a bad time for doing a State of the Union?

I'm sure our country was founded on just as similar a state of thought.

I'm on the second to last day of vacation.

It was a good one.

Got to spend time with Shyam over at Fall Creek Falls.

Got to watch a couple of movies.

Got some writing done.

I'm 38.

I'm in love with a Beautiful Woman who makes me think, and makes me smile.

I'm an Assistant Manager at a Grocery Store.

I'm in a job that I have ample tolerance for, though I sometimes question the logistics of advancement.

I write.  Sometimes enough to quiet that Demon in my head, though it's been 10 years since I've published anything.

I have no children.  This doesn't bother me.  World population is big enough..  Though it was a pleasure to see my friends Julie & John's kids today.

I don't envy you people with kids, what with your excess of responsibility. I like being able to go to a concert on a school night.  Still, being the least male heir in the particular branch of a family tree:  that's troublesome.

I don't know.  I don't want to have kids.  I'm much too selfish.  Is there a way to jump right to completion? You've completed enough Grown Up Hit Points, so thus you get progeny to carry on your family name?



Friday, May 15, 2015

Share a Coke

 Well, an inquiry to the nice folks at Coca Cola for their Share a Coke promotion has yielded info that they will not put Big Stupid Tommy on a Coke Bottle.

The same day of that inquiry, I received an astounding 500+ hits to this aging blogamathing.

My normal for a day is about 100.  Mostly from google searches for Leslie Easterbrook topless photos.

So, if I do indeed have Coke people vetting my site to see if it's safe for me to put Big Stupid Tommy on a Coke bottle, I just wanna say hello!  And share this photo:




Thank You.  And Good Day.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

May 10, 2015


Saturday, May 09, 2015

Beauty

I'm just going to leave this here, because it made me laugh this morning.

My Problem with the Age of Ultron.