Hey, if there was an extra hour every weekend, you’d see a post from me more often! (Facebook people, you might as well just go here now, because there’s some videos in this one).

  • Isn’t life so much better now that all the politics are over? I know, I know, people are passionate about this stuff. Those folks who stand out on the corner of every town waving their signs. The talking heads on TV. The whirlwind of hot air that encircles us every two years, it all just gets worse and worse. THE TV COMMERCIALS. Please help me. PLEASE. We’re lucky if we watch five hours of TV each week in this house. Spare me the accusations, the twisting of truths and all the blowhards. Oh, the blowhards. Just let me enjoy a Bruins game or an episode of Modern Family for shit’s sake. Let me ask you this and I am serious – how has politics made a difference in your life? I mean a true, honest-to-goodness difference? Think about the past 20 years. Can you think of a time when things were so horrible or so amazing because one party was controlling the House or Congress? Can you? Have you ever sat back and said “oh – the late nineties, man, that was the peak for me. So-and-so controlled the House and my life was just perfect!” What about the Governor? Did anything meaningful in your life occur because of who the Governor is/was? (if he hired you for a job, you’re exempt from the question). Honestly, how have political parties changed your life in a material way? Sometimes taxes are higher, sometimes they are lower. There is one consistent measure across the board, though, when it comes to politics? Do you want to know what it is? They’re all DOUCHEBAGS. Maybe I’m generalizing. But I tell you what, it seems like people in general get heated up for a month or two and when the elections are over, we all just go back to working hard, trying to enjoy ourselves and being with the people we love. Politics is a joke.
  • Tonight after everyone went to bed I dialed up the Bruins/Blues tilt from the TD Garden. Sometimes you get a dud hockey game, but when you get one like I saw tonight, man, that is satisfying. Nothing beats a great hockey  game. That St. Louis team is a blast to watch. They smother everyone and everything, but they do it fast, up-tempo and aggressively. They’ll be around in the springtime, believe me.

Recent music:

  • Black Mountain: oooohhhh, sludgy rock. Me likes! They’ve gotten a little softer, actually, over the past couple of years, but they can still bring it:
  • Arcade Fire: not feeling it
  • Autumn Defense: Pan Sansone is a absolute monster and I’m sure this is good. But maybe I’m just not into ’70’s AM gold lately. Will come back to it.
  • Kelley Stoltz: the guy everyone should listen to once. This isn’t from the very good new album, but who cares? You should like this anyway:
  • I don’t know what else. Life is insane. Totally. No time. I’m doing this at 12:27am on a Saturday night. Is that really the only time I can blog now? Looks like it. But like I said before – when it comes to spending time with kids vs. writing blogs, is there any doubt who wins? None.
  • Work is nuts. I will never catch up. Every time I think I’m catching up, four more things happen. Whack-a-mole.
  • Oh, check this out. I went to a town meeting a couple of weeks back because they’re trying to get a new high school built here in Maynard. Yes, I care about this stuff now that I have kids. I’m a fair-weather school supporter. That’s not true. Maybe it is. I don’t know. Anyway, because of the super heavy turnout of a lot of other people who care because they have kids, some of us got herded into the school gym to watch the meeting on video from the auditorium next to us. Things kick off and it takes approximately 14 seconds for my ass to start really hurting from the gym bleachers. I mean, aching pain here. I can hear and see the video fine and I suspect every one else can as well until some woman, maybe 55 or 60 or so, gets up and gets angry, shouting at the top of her lungs about how “nobody in the gym can hear the meeting” and that she was going to “go to the state because this is illegal! It’s ILLEGAL!” She marches into the auditorium, because annoying one giant room full of people isn’t nearly enough for her. She steps up to the microphone in the neighboring room and sings the same song, squawking like a crow and I think she’s truly believing that we’re pumping our fists in support next door. Then comes the best part. We start booing. The whole gym booed it. For a moment, my ass aching and my mouth catcalling, I feel like I’m 12 again. And not in a good way. They dismissed this woman, fly-swat like and she storms out of the building. No word from the state.
  • I really should go to bed now.
  • How’s that for a blog post?