I am a Dad, a Son, a Brother and an Uncle. I am an IT Manager, a Gadget Enthusiast, a Cleveland Sports Fan, a Craft Beer Drinker, a Music Listener, a Poker Hobbyist and an Occasional Karaoke Singer. I consider myself polyamorous in ways. Maybe I'm monogomish. Hell I don't know yet but I am recently separated after 15 years and trying to figure it all out.
I analyze each of these aspects of my life more than I should. I'll probably discuss all of them here. If you are just interested in one, look at some of my tags in 'My Pages' above.
Bacon and eggs for breakfast.
Celebrating 5 months with Lacy today!
hey babes, i’m making a mix for the women in beer event!
any songs come to mind that i should add?
(i.e. think all the way from wolfmother’s...
Claudia has sent this to me twice so I figure I really should answer it now… I’ll do ten… Y’know cause I’m not conceited or anything.
1. I’m going...
It’s very humorous to me the sense of accomplishment I obtain from programming my remote to work with the DVD that I’ve been trying to use manually for months.
Yes I want a medal. And a chest to pin it on.
Waking up at 7:15 and thinking your daughter has to be somewhere important by 8 makes you hurry faster than waking up late for work, even when she doesn’t really need to be there until 8:30.
I have changed a pattern of behavior lately, listening to music when I wake up and in the car, instead of watching Sportscenter and listening to local sports radio in the car. The result has been a much better mood as of late. That could be a direct result of how bad the Browns and Cavs have been though.
I found out it’s very important to know the difference between a cold sore and a canker sore. Luckily I looked it up before potentially telling someone whom I would like to kiss tomorrow night that I have a cold sore. I don’t. I have a canker sore, which is the one of the two not related to the Herpes A virus. Now you know.
I haven’t listened to iTunes Radio that much before the last few days, choosing spotify as my streaming music platform of choice, but iTunes Radio tuned to the Twenty One Pilots station is killing it this morning.
The Tribe is 7-1 in Spring Training now, winning their last 7 straight games, which means they will win the World Series this year and could potentially never lose again this year. Yes, that’s how we CLE sports fans roll.
It’s 28 out this morning and it feels like spring. It will get up to 45 as forecasted as well. Unfortunately I didn’t bring my shorts to work, but that will feel like a heat wave. Please tell me Spring is finally peeking it’s head out from under the covers of snow it has been buried in this year.
Ok, that’s five.
When MTV2 came to be, I was in college. I’d come home occasionally, and since I was on college time, I’d go to bed quite late, keeping MTV2 on in the background while my brother and I played cribbage, and I’d get up late in the morning, and watch MTV2 in an empty house. My parents had long since given up on actually visiting with me, and had gone about their day. This left me on my own with bedhead, a bowl of cereal, and a cup of coffee at around eleven o’clock in the morning. I’d get out the box of cards and sit at the table, play solitaire and turn on MTV2.
I remember being so excited that there was a channel dedicated to nothing but music. Kind of what MTV was originally supposed to be. Then it became nothing but shows. I don’t even know if MTV2 exists anymore. But I still remember their theme song… “24 MORE! Hours of music! 24 MORE!” I was a child of the eighties and nothing made me happier than seeing those little proprietary words appear in the bottom left hand corner of the screen. You knew instantly what you were seeing, who the artist was, what the album was called, and what song it was. Unless you happened to turn it on too late when they played “Beat It” and then you couldn’t tell if it was “Eat It” or not until the dude pulled the girl’s head off. If you know what I mean, you know what I mean.
Anyway, I’d sit at the table and eat cereal and play solitaire and wait for my parents to get home from work and more or less listen to MTV2 all day. And now that Spotify is a thing, I think of all those songs that I want to hear from my MTV2 days, and I want to look them up, especially the one-hit wonders and the artists that never made it. Sugar come on. Put your hands on me. Something by a guy named Glen, or Greg, maybe? I can’t remember any of their names. Songs, bands, albums, it’s like they never existed. I should have paid more attention to the words in the bottom corner of the screen, but I was on college time and distracted by card games and breakfast food and probably not coherent enough to put two and two together. Instead, I have snippets of old songs from the nineties running through my head, phrases and catches that I can’t even Google to good effect, and it all feels like this earworm of a blank time in my life that I fondly remember. Ah, MTV2. Ah, college. Ah, music.
I remember seeing a Married w/ Children that had a music store where the guy could name any song, all anyone had to do was hum a bar or two and he’d get it. We need an app like that.
I really hope I didn’t just give away my million dollar idea. Unless, of course, SoundHound or Shazam already does this.
Date #2 was so good that I made her promise a date #3 so I could cut date #2 short. That makes no sense, I know, except if you know we were both sick, couldn’t breathe or smell, at one of the best local restaurants here. In other words, even sick, the company was great, but it was time to go home and die for the night.
At least I did get a promise of another date.