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Monday, December 30, 2024

Chris Unfiltered: Episode 2 - Snowball Fights and Stale Vomit



Television Show Episode: "Chris Unfiltered"

Title: Snowball Fights and Stale Vomit
Genre: Comedy/Drama
Logline: Chris battles the chaos of a snowstorm, a hilariously slow day at work, and a series of misadventures that redefine the concept of a "bad day."


Act 1: Snowy Beginnings

The first snow of the season blankets the town, and Chris, our sardonic main character, trudges into work at a small diner where he's been employed since 1993. The diner is eerily quiet, and Chris notes that it’s the slowest day he’s ever seen—except for one in 2002 when a couple cross-country skied into the parking lot for breakfast.

Chris's co-worker, Tom, ribs him about his bad luck, joking, “You’ve got a talent for attracting weirdos in snowstorms.”


Act 2: A Symphony of Mishaps

With little to do, Chris tries to help out in the kitchen, only to cause a series of disasters:

  1. The Hot Box Incident: He puts a hot box in the dishwasher upside down, flooding the kitchen with water. John, the eccentric dishwasher, squeals in frustration, muttering in Creole while singing bass lines like lyrics.
  2. Salt Mismanagement: Chris uses three entire boxes of table salt on the walkway before Tom informs him about the rock salt. Chris mutters, "Guess our food costs will snowball too."

Act 3: Snow Shoveling and Strange Visitors

Outside, Chris struggles to clear the icy brick walkway with a warped metal shovel, repeatedly jamming the handle into his stomach. He mutters sarcastically, “Another win for modern tools.”

Later, as he’s salting the lot, two strange men emerge from the dining room. Chris panics, assuming a robbery is imminent, only to learn they’re photographers updating the diner’s website. He quips, “Good thing I didn’t grab the mallet… this time.”


Act 4: Pain and Peanut Butter

Back inside, Chris attempts to grab some peanut butter to fuel up, only to slam the 5-pound bucket on the counter, smashing his pinky. He winces, muttering, “Guess I didn’t really want it anyway.”

Tom laughs, reminding Chris of the time they used to pelt their former co-worker, a man resembling Drew Carey, with snowballs. Flashbacks show Chris misfiring a snowball that hits a clock, sending it crashing off the wall.


Act 5: Slippery Splits and Holiday Hopes

As the day winds down, Chris spots a car pulling into the lot. Wanting to avoid a customer interaction, he turns to dart inside, only to slip on the ice and fall into a near-perfect split. John squeals with laughter, making the moment even more humiliating.

That evening, Chris reflects on the absurdity of the day while sitting in his favorite chair. He jokes to himself about installing a dumbwaiter to hide in during slow shifts. Looking out the window at the falling snow, he wonders aloud, “Could tomorrow top this madness? Here’s hoping.”


Tagline:
“When life gives Chris snowstorms, he finds disaster—hilariously, of course.”


Check out Chris Unfiltered: Episode 1

Sunday, December 29, 2024

Initial Impressions 2.0 Blog: #49 - Night Light, Oatmeal Magic, Gift Wrapping Woes, etc.




1. I was doing a bit of cleaning. More like collecting junk to throw away. I came upon a night light I probably hadn’t used in 10 years. I can’t remember why I got it unless I was afraid monsters would get me when I went to the bathroom at night. It had been sitting with a pile of stuff bound for the trash for days. I had second thoughts and figured there must be somewhere I could plug it in in case it was needed. So I plugged it in. I flipped the switch and the bulb immediately blew out. I don’t know what I was expecting after 10 years, but the night light is now officially in the trash.


2. From the ‘good problems’ department. I got a Christmas bonus this week from my job. My boss wrote out a check. Naturally, I wanted to go and cash it. If you don’t have an account at the bank the check is from you just present your driver’s license and sign the back and you’re good to go. The ‘good problem’ came from the fact that the check was for a pretty nice chunk of change. The woman who was helping me actually had me wait while she left and got on the phone. It turned out she was calling my boss to make sure he had written the check and that I wasn’t some thief trying to fleece him with a forgery. That’s the first time that’s ever happened.


3. A fun little game I like to play includes having my chat window open on Facebook. What I do is look at my friends online, typically 12 names fit without having to scroll down. I then imagine what a get-together including all of them would look like. I wonder what types of friend groups I’d have, whether family would get along, or having to introduce strangers to each other. Hey, it could be worse. I could do that same sort of game but have little dolls representing everyone and reenact scenes.

Getting ready to play Facebook Chat.



4. I waited until Christmas morning to wrap the gifts I had. There was one large gift and the rest were all smaller in size. I decided to wrap the smaller ones first since it would be quicker. Big mistake. While wrapping the big gift, one for my mother, I ran out of wrapping paper. I needed a solution rather than bringing the gift over half-wrapped. My brilliant idea was to use a few promotional posters I was given with one of my books. I put them blank side up and finished the wrapping job with them. Foolish, yes, but also resourceful.


5. Hilarity ensued on Christmas. It began with my sister Ashley’s dog Buddha barking nonstop at our aunt who he rarely sees. This went on for probably two hours. The true hilarity came when it was dinner time. Buddha who had been barking at her nonstop decided to be good and go beg for food from our aunt once he ran out of options with the rest of us. As you can see his hunger tops any stranger danger he might have. Hopefully, no white vans offer him candy on the streets.


6. As many of you know I have been sober for going on 4 ½ years. That fact became a superpower on Christmas Eve. As everyone at the party was getting various degrees of inebriated I was standing back and taking notes on some of the fun and foolish things being said and done. Obviously, they’re all my friends so there (likely) won’t be any blackmailing. Plus I’m staring down 50 in a few years I can’t go acting like a rowdy teen anymore, no matter how young I might appear.


7. I hadn’t been into Vitamin Shoppe in quite a while. In the days before COVID, I was in there a lot for supplements, etc for my own fitness. In the time since COVID, it’s been more of finding things in the supermarket or ordering online. That meant that when I went in and the young girl working asked if she could help me I had to actually ask for help rather than knowing what I was looking for. This could have been dangerous if she wanted to try to upsell me on the most expensive products. Luckily I got out of there with only a few things.




8. I have become a big fan of the Outdoor Boys YouTube channel. It’s a father in Alaska who does lots of cool survival camping sometimes with his three sons. They have nearly 12 million subscribers so a lot of others like them too. Perhaps the greatest thing I have learned from the Outdoor Boys is how good putting butter on oatmeal is. That has changed my world. If you haven’t tried it I highly recommend it. If you don’t like oatmeal just try it with loads of butter and cinnamon and sugar, maybe chocolate, or peanut butter. It’ll be just like candy, very healthy.


9. I’ve been on a kick of watching Larry Bird highlights. It makes me feel lucky that I grew up where I did and when I did as I got to watch him in his prime. An unintended side effect is my realization of how much I love the old 1980s sports uniforms, not just basketball. Maybe it’s just the old logos but I love the Mavericks and Cavaliers in basketball. The Padres, Expos, Astros, and Pirates in baseball. The Oilers, Buccaneers, and even the old Patriots uniforms in football. They all remind me of my childhood.



10. I’m a big fan of the hydromassage beds at Planet Fitness. It makes my Black Card membership worth it. Anyway, I was next in line for one of the 2 beds. They said a 5-minute wait. I sat down and waited and noticed a man leaving the hydro room. So I went in. For some reason, he had left before the 10-minute massage time was done. Rather than let that go to waste I jumped on and got 3 extra minutes. Then when that was finished the other bed, the one I was signed up for, was ready. So I got 10 minutes there. Before my time was done I saw the other bed was ready to go again. I figured this was for another member but when my 10 minutes was up nobody had come in or was in sight. I debated getting another round of hydro but figured that I’d jump on that bed and someone would show up and yell. So I just left.

Thursday, December 26, 2024

2002: My Life In Poetry Form - Throwback Thursday

 


This is a weekly recurring series featuring five poems all written within the same calendar year. They capture a sense of what my life and mind were like at a certain age and show the evolution of my life, mind, and writing style. This is 2002. I was 24 years old. The Quarter-Life Crisis was hitting hard and left me in a period of depression and reflection.
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Broken Again

Here you are again, standing beside me. You’re making me weak again, I’m halfway back to you. So you’re looking at me again, a way I remember. You’re making me think again, I’m lost in the memories. Now you’re talking to me again, about the way that it used to be. Oh how I want to believe it’s true, but I catch myself from falling. You broke my heart. You left me in the dark. You stood me up and kicked me out. I’ve walked back to you a hundred times. This time I’m holding the cards, not showing my hand, I’m leaving you now, I’ve seen the light through you this time.

You’re sending me notes again, oh how much you need me. You’re making me cry again, I break so slowly. So you’ve learned from mistakes again, over and over I’m dying. You’re driving me crazy again, I don’t want to see you’re lying. Now here you are again, at my door in the middle of the night, swearing to anyone this time you’ll make it right. You stumble in and hit the ground my heart falls too without a sound, drunken words fill the air, but when you’re dry again, I won’t matter again.

Here I am again, staring at myself. Will I ever understand? I finish another bottle again, reality and dreams blur and we’re together again. All of the reasons don’t matter, all the pieces traced back to the shatter, my bones like glass under your weight. Here I am again, phone in hand you’re not there. I’ll just let go and pretend not to care, on into the night I tell myself I’ll be all right. Here comes the pain again, here comes the tears again, here comes the blame again, can’t look you in the eye again. Here you are again, standing beside me, and here I am walking away.
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frail

I’m so frail brother.
Hold me gently, don’t let me break.
I’m so frail mother.
My bone as brittle as my brain.
The wind calls to carry me away.
Away where sleep is the drug I taste.
The wires of my being, like a cord tangled in itself.
Being shorted out, 
with eyes closed the world breaks free.
I’m left so frail, shattered for all to see.

I’m so frail brother.
Hold me tightly so I’m not swept away.
I’m so frail father.
Speak in sunlight and raindrop kisses, 
pray my fragile ears will listen. 
You lost your voice, I lost my voice, 
you found your voice, I lost my mind. 
You lost your way, I lost my way, 
you found your way, I found my shell. 
So soft I can crawl inside, so quiet,
serene like I have died.

I’m so frail, do you know who I am? Not the same in images and memories. I’m so frail, like a crack on a break. Where have you all gone?
Where did it all end?

-in memory of Layne Staley
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River View


I’ve been waiting for a long time. Waiting for the right time. From the moment you first blew my mind, I’ve been waiting to free my mind. Everything got thrown together and then slowly pulled apart. I’ve been waiting for a long time to open up my heart. I feel high when you’re around. When you go I can only come down. If I see you only for a moment it’s enough to keep me warm when the nights get cold and rough. Sometimes I have to turn away, but it’s just to keep me from falling. Sometimes I can’t make it through the day. For a long time, it went away, but you bring it all back and bring it out of me. All in time I came back around to find you waiting on me. I was waiting for my heart to mend, wasting time following the sun going round the bend. I’ve been chasing you. There is so much I want to say that time has kept quiet. So many thoughts that I need to share, but thoughts can’t open your heart to me. Before the sun sets and we vanish off into the night again there are only two eyes I’d like to see again. I’ve been waiting to shed my skin, to pull off the dead layers, and find what was once lost. I’ve been waiting for the colors to return to my days. I’ve been waiting for you. Sometimes I have to turn away, but it’s just to keep my heart from melting. I only turn briefly, not long enough for you to get away again.
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Today


Today is another day, not like any other day.
Today is a new day when pain and sorrow have gone away.
I’ve been hiding under myself, nand ow I’m stepping out of my way,
into the light of another day.
Closed the door but found the window, 
crawling out of the long night.
Sleep under the altar, that’s how close I was,
the water no longer burns, and sand self-doubt goes away.

Today is a beautiful day, even if the sky is gray.
The road winding in a new way but I will not stray.
Today is the end, today begins under the moonlight.
Today is a freedom once captured by the sway of wind-kissed branches.

Today I stood up and pushed all the sadness away.
Today I learned who I was in a backward way.
Today I stopped being who I had been, I forgot I knew him at all.
I am more beautiful for losing, I am safer having let go.

Today is a new day, a clean slate, 
fresh and white untouched by black and blue.
Today I spoke and listened.
Today I burned a bridge and mended a fence.
Today is another day, not like any other day.
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Sunday, December 22, 2024

Chris Unfiltered: An AI TV Show Based On An Old Blog

While recording the next bonus podcast episode for my Patreon subscribers I laughed at just how wacky and all over the place the blog post from February 2011 was that I was sharing. I joked on that podcast that I might enter all of that text into ChatGPT and have it turned into a television show. That is just what I did. The results? I know I was dying laughing, you be the judge. You'll have to supply your own laugh track but I can share the title card and embed the theme song. Enjoy!




Television Show Episode: "Chris Unfiltered"

Title: Swollen Meatheads and Raspberry-Melon Dreams
Genre: Comedy/Drama
Logline: Chris navigates the chaos of gym culture, personal epiphanies, and unexpected life lessons in a single whirlwind day.


Act 1: Gym Woes

Chris, a witty and slightly cynical protagonist in his late 30s, starts the day with a trip to his local gym. As he works out, his internal monologue is relentless:

  • The "swollen meatheads" grunt through deadlifts, their exaggerated movements resembling primates.
  • The "gym rats", as Chris dubs them, parade in club-ready outfits. While aesthetically pleasing, their presence distracts Chris to the point of frustration.

After a failed attempt to focus, Chris decides to leave, his thoughts drifting to two attractive gym-goers walking home. Imagining picking them up, his mind spirals into a darkly comedic fantasy where they rob him of his car and organs. Shaking his head, he drives off, muttering, "My life is not a Skinemax thriller."


Act 2: Hot Takes and Epiphanies

Later at a coffee shop, Chris sips on a decaf latte, marveling at how less caffeine has somehow given him more energy. He shares his hot take on baseball with the barista:

  • "First the Yankees jerk Jeter, now the Cardinals with Pujols? Top five player, hands down."
    The barista nods politely, clearly uninterested, while Chris continues his rant.

Chris then reflects on a recurring dream involving an ex-girlfriend. His best friend, Max, calls it a “sign from the universe.” Chris scoffs but makes a mental note to reach out to her—just in case.


Act 3: Hiking and Hip Pain

Chris decides to tackle Great Blue Hill, ignoring a nagging pain in his hip. The hike starts strong, but midway up, he pulls something and collapses dramatically. A group of college hikers helps him up, laughing at his "old man" complaints.

While recovering, he imagines Chinless Fat Guy, a caricature from the gym, as the villain in a future novel. He chuckles to himself, thinking, That guy’s a goldmine of comedy.


Act 4: Car Metaphors and Cheerios

Back home, Chris films a vlog for his small but loyal online following.

  • He compares relationships to cars: “If it keeps breaking down, you don’t keep pouring money into it. You get a new car!”
    His subscribers flood the comments with agreement and car-related breakup stories.

Later, Chris rants about Count Chocula’s disappearance from store shelves. “We’ve got Pumpkin Spice Cheerios, but no Count Chocula? Madness!” He holds up a bottle of raspberry-melon Gatorade and concludes: “At least some things still make sense.”


Final Scene: Unexpected Connection

As Chris winds down for the night, he dreams of his ex again. This time, the dream feels less like a memory and more like a resolution. When he wakes up, he decides to message her, keeping it simple: Hey, just checking in. Hope you’re well.

The episode ends with Chris sitting on his couch, sipping Gatorade, and smiling as her reply comes through.


Tagline:
“Life’s a mess, but Chris has opinions—and Gatorade—to get him through.”

Initial Impressions 2.0 Blog - #48: Christmas Tree, Old TV, Dolphin Noises, etc.




1. I finally got myself a little Christmas tree. How I got it was a process. I can’t fit a regular 6-foot where I live. Plus I don’t want all of the clean up so I wanted a small artificial one. Going out less than 2 weeks before Christmas to find a tree was a challenge. I ended up visiting several stores over a few hours. I was hell-bent on getting a tree that night so I ended up with a 3-foot artificial tree from Ocean State Job Lot. It’s small and thin but it fits exactly what I wanted. Think of it like Charlie Brown’s tree, except artificial.


2. I ordered copies of a Christmas card I made to give to family and some friends from Walgreens. Their website said they’d be ready in about two hours and I checked the box to get a text or email alert that they were ready. I went to the gym to kill time and then headed to Walgreens where my cards were ready. All good. The next day more than 24 hours after I placed my order I finally got the text from Walgreens telling me my cards were ready. I was tempted to go in and ask for them and play dumb but I decided to be a good boy.


3. I decided to get rid of my Nana’s old CRT television as I mentioned last week. It was still working and even had the remote. I left it by the road with a ‘free’ sign on it and figured it would be taken within hours. Wrong. I guess with flat-screen TVs being affordable nobody wants to lug a 50lb, 20-year-old CRT television home that they found on the side of the road. I gave it a few nights which consisted of me getting home from work after dark, hiding the television behind some bushes, wrapping it in a tarp and bungee cord, and then moving it back to the road before I left for work. In the end, I paid to take it to the dump, boooo.


This was basically what I was doing(AI)



4. For Christmas gifts I ordered a few gift cards from a local movie theater in the town of Chatham, Massachusetts. It’s about 20 minutes from me. Being lazy I had them mailed to me. The interesting thing is that when the cards *finally* arrived they had a postmark from Providence, Rhode Island. That’s nearly an hour and a half from me. It must just be protocol but seriously there’s no way to send something local in the mail without it going 5x as far away from me? Oh well, I can’t complain since they at least arrived before Christmas.


5. One of the funniest and most wholesome things I’ve seen in a while happened late in a shift at my day job. A man came in with his daughter who was probably about 4. She was super cute and not shy at all. As they were checking out he mentioned that one of her new favorite things to do was laugh like a dolphin. She then proceeded to make loud dolphin noises (think Flipper for those old enough). The sounds echoed off the walls and I had to walk away to laugh. I didn’t want to encourage her. The dad seemed a bit embarrassed but he never said anything to her because I don’t think he wanted her to feel bad which was really nice.


6. During a walk around the supermarket there was Christmas music playing and holiday decorations everywhere. It was a very fun and festive atmosphere. I had the biggest smile as I walked around and I figured a lot of people assumed I was enjoying the holiday season. I didn’t want to ruin the illusion but little did they know I was so happy because I found the horseradish sauce I wanted. It’s not as magical as the holidays but I’d be happy with it under my tree.


Yay, horseradish sauce!



7. We got the first snowfall of the season on Cape Cod. I’m not as big of a fan of snow as I was when I was a kid but the first snow is always fun. I grabbed my camera and headed out. I stopped at one particular spot in Dennis, the next town over. The photos and video were great but the roads got bad fast. Driving a Toyota Corolla means more than a little snow makes it a bad time. The last mile or so of my drive home saw me barely able to get to 20 mph as the roads were packed with slushy snow. My traction control light was on almost nonstop. As much as I loved the photos I was glad to get home in one piece.


8. My sister Ashley has a dog named Buddha. He’s a mix of a lot of things but looks mostly like a fluffier German shepherd. A fun fact is that he will not sit on any couch with her. In fact, he will get off the couch if she tries to sit with him. I say this because he goes out of his way to sit with me on the couch at my mom’s. This week not only did he lie down next to me but he fell asleep. To top it off he let me rest my arm on him like a big old rug. It shocked my mom and sister mostly because if she tried to sit next to him and pet him he’d walk away. She says it’s because he’s suspicious of her that she’s not petting him but checking for problems because she’s his parent.


9. A recent thing I’ve noticed on social media, more specifically Threads, is an influx of polite bots. They’re either bots or incredibly stupid people. I’d like to think bots. For example, I went and got a nice video of a church in the falling snow. There were wreaths, a manger scene, and a decorated Christmas tree under a gazebo. A comment on the video mentioned nice ‘traditional religious decorations.’ The kicker was when they asked if I had built them myself. Did I build the church and gazebo? Another one a few weeks back asked if I had built the boat I got a video of that had a small Christmas tree in it. Mind you I put a caption of where I was and what I was filming and the comments basically reworded my caption into question form. I’m hopeful these are bots because if it’s real people I mean wow stupid times a million.


Someone asked if I built all of this.



10. As Christmas draws near I am back to debating whether I should bother wrapping gifts or use bags. There was a time for a few years when I’d pile presents for the family into one big bag and hand them out because I just didn’t want to spend the time to wrap them. I guess I figure that the wrapping paper is wasted energy since very very rarely in my life have I ever heard someone rave about a gift wrapping job. That being said I do have my wrapping paper and tape ready so I guess I’ve answered my own question.

Thursday, December 19, 2024

2001: My Life In Poetry Form - Throwback Thursday

 


This is a weekly recurring series featuring five poems all written within the same calendar year. They capture a sense of what my life and mind were like at a certain age and show the evolution of my life, mind, and writing style. This is 2001. I was turning 23 years old. I had returned to Cape Cod to Las Vegas trying to process that chapter of my life.

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Awakening

On windy days, thoughts don’t land where ideas splash. Every mirror has a reflection, and every picture has a story. Each night can be brighter than daylight inside you. It’s a long time between breaths when you don’t know you’ve stopped breathing.

Can you hear the summer sounds in the frozen ground? Up to the sky, these newborns fly. Discovering what they’ve yet to see, and becoming all they’re going to be. Look upon it without fear, the future is speaking if you listen. Sweet surrender can map a desert passage. Death's decay is like a sad old tree. You can’t fall through life having nothing to say.

Who says smoke gets in their eyes? Who would use such excuses? Not those who’ve gone blind. We all need a little blindness to see. We all need a little war mixed in with peace. We search the same places over and over, and we wonder why our seeds don’t grow in the bare earth.

Summer sights linger in my eyes. Beach balls rolling in the sand, and names spelled out with fireflies. Through the night the memories drift and sway, a sea of dreams and I’m just sailing by. How well does anyone really know themselves?

What can possibly show you the truth?
An awakening can. An awakening so sad and so beautiful it can break you and rebuild you in an instant. In time, each day that passes will fill you with rhythms in tune with a clock in your heart. Nights may be for sleeping, but part of you is always awake.
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Happy

Hey! Who are you living for? You’ve got diamonds in your pocket and gold washing up on shore. Hey! Who are you crying for? There’s sadness on your shoulders you could lose but won’t let go. Hey! Who are you trying to impress? You wear so many labels and change the way you think and dress. What makes you happy? Do you even know? Have you ever seen the light or are you hiding in someone’s shadow? When you were young what did you want to be? Now you’re stuck watching what you used to ignore. When will you look underneath and stop being an afterthought in your own mind? You’ve got to grab hold with both hands and pull yourself out of the mud. If you can’t see it through then there’s no hope of saving you, and maybe you should start crying for yourself.


Hey! You’re stumbling down. Lost track of where you were going and hit the ground. Hey! Don’t act like it’s okay. Being a dish rag, a doormat, because no one listens to what you say. Wouldn’t you like to sleep through the night? Turning cold sweat and heavy breathing to REM and peaceful dreaming? Wouldn’t you like to believe in yourself? Do you give yourself any reason? Have you taken the time to walk in your own shoes and forget the others you’re busy pleasing? You’ve got to stop trying so hard, going so far, just stop looking and you’ll see what you need.

Hey! When it’s over will you be satisfied? Will you share with the world or keep it all inside? Hey! How do you want to be remembered? Are you a passing shower or the rainbow that follows? Don’t be afraid to speak, don’t be afraid to feel something’s missing. Don’t be afraid of the freedom in your hands, don’t be afraid to do what makes you happy.
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Looking


I’m looking for a new way to live. An explanation into the deep and wide, all I can’t forgive. Everyone out there may know but they don’t know me. I’m looking for another skin, a place to hide and keep on going. Where do the problems lie? Is there a root I can dig down to? 
She’s trying so hard to forget my face and name.
She doesn’t know it but I’m doing the same.
This is all I hear in my mind at night.


I’m looking for a way to make peace within. So much needs sorting but I can’t lift these heavy hands. The light may be far off, I may not feel warm now, but I know it’s there. I’m looking for another path to the same goal. I’ve got to find another way to teach myself everything I already know. So says the wise man, true wise men don’t have to speak of it. I’m looking at the underside of a falling star, it’s falling on me, I need to make a wish quick. Sensing something’s changing, a direct line feeding to my soul, someone pick up.
This is all I feel in my heart at night.


I’m looking for a new way to drown sorrows. A drink or a smoke pulls the blinds closer when all I want is to see. Forward and backward I’ve walked this road still there’s something I’m missing. She’s trying to grow up so fast, but she can’t dam this river and I’m still sailing away. She’s trying to make me remember her face and name. But she doesn’t know I’ve stopped playing that game.

I’m looking for a soft spot to break my fall, where I’ll lie down until I wake up again. I’m looking for a door, I’d never sell my soul, but I’d loan it out right now.
I’m looking for the instant between dark and light, 
if there is one I’ll find it.

I’m looking for emotion and the valve to release it, where life is stored, where my heart is sleeping. I’m looking for a natural way, to have it back, to have control, to stop my heart from dying. I’m looking for myself in a pile of twisted thoughts and mangled ideas.

I’m so tired of wasting time. They’re all telling me, but nobody is asking me. I’m not all right. I’m not okay. It’s all fucked up in every way. That’s what’s happened to me. I’m looking for peace, the way it never could have been before.

I’m looking to right all of the wrongs inside me.
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Sand Castle

So much for love. I feel it running out of a leak in my heart. So much for life. I see time spilling from a crack in the glass. So much for trust, with all the betrayal keep faith in your own name. So much for peace, the winds of change become a tornado we’ve been sucked into. You feel like you’re flying away. You’ve lost touch like it’s all slipping away. You say it’s all a dream, but it’s reality you’re begging for.

So much for love. She’s a devil and she’s sunk her teeth in me. So much for life. Like a sand castle the more you try to fix it the more it falls apart. Everyone is acting like they know like they’ve seen it all before. Everyone is scared to open their eyes. This is no movie, you can’t slap yourself into reality cause you’re already there. You’re reaching out but no one reaches back. You wish you could look into your eyes but all the mirrors have broken. You hope it’s just a nightmare but it’s one you can’t wake from.

So much for love, the premonition was true. So much for life, the spill has dried, and the time has evaporated. So much for holding on. So much for letting go. I know somewhere they’re watching over us. Everyone can see the light if they know where to look. So much for love, guess I didn’t know where to look. You say it’s finally over, but it’s the beginning you’re wishing for.
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Wednesday, December 18, 2024

In My Footsteps Podcast Episode 174: Iconic Christmas Commercials, Remember LaserDisc?, Advertising Mascots In Comic Books, The Simpsons Debut(12-18-2024)

 

Hitting all of the feels with beloved holiday commercials. The wild hype and ultimate failure of LaserDisc. Some strange advertising mascots that starred in their own comic books.
Episode 174 is like sitting beside a crackling fire with a cup of hot cocoa, only in podcast form.
It begins with commercials. You've heard of The Twelve Days of Christmas? Well, this is twelve of the most iconic and beloved holiday ads of all-time. They might promote beer, soda, candy, and more, but they are chock full of warm and fuzzy nostalgia.
Some technology changes the world, like radio, television, and the Internet. Other technology comes in with hype and departs a failure. We go way Back In the Day to look at the history of LaserDisc. It promised to change the landscape of visual media and ended up a footnote in the technological trash bin. But why?
X-Men, Superman, and Batman these are not. In a new Top 5, we look at some strange and often hilarious advertising mascots that graced their own comic books. An added bonus is the DC/Marvel crossover that could still happen someday.
This Week In History and Time Capsule will be centered around the debut of The Simpsons television show 35 years ago!
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Sunday, December 15, 2024

Initial Impressions 2.0 Blog: #47 - Holiday Photo Trips, Laptop Blue Screens, My Nana's TV, etc





1. One of my recent favorite holiday traditions is snapping photos and videos of a little boat in Allen Harbor in Harwich, MA. I found it maybe 5 years ago by accident. My only issue until this year was that the boat was in an area where if I parked in front of it I had to jump down almost 5 feet to the dock below to be eye-to-eye with it. This year it was moved down where I could easily step my old bones down. Granted I could just walk down the dock to where the elevation was lower, but hey I’m in photo mode. Also, photos of this boat are guaranteed to blow up on social media, and I’m all about the clicks and likes.


2. My final author event of 2024 was one of my best ever. Speaking at the Hyannis Yacht Club was amazing. Very fancy, and very friendly, and all of the people who came out to see my presentation gave it rave reviews. The woman who organized it said the people loved it. I could tell by the number of books I sold. To top it off I got sent home with some choice selections from the lunch buffet. I was busting with happiness when I left, and then busting with food later on.


It was a fun and classy book event.



3. People who know me and have come to my speaking events are shocked I am the same person they know. This comes down to me being far more introverted in my daily life. With my dreams of being a writer came the issue of having to learn to speak in public for events. It was not easy. My first few events back in 2014 consisted of me speaking into an open copy of the book I was presenting. I needed to craft a visual presentation to take eyes off of me. Plus a friend of mine at an event said I looked ‘bush league’ acting like a scared rabbit talking into my book. That influenced me too.


4. My event at the Hyannis Yacht Club was made even better by my cousin Dale being there. She and her husband, my cousin Richard, have always been special to me. As everyone grows older, and some start passing away, we see each other less and less. Last year I saw them both at a family event and she asked me to stay in touch. I did briefly via email but that didn’t last. So seeing her at this event was a thrill. It also helped to have family in the audience to put me at ease. As I just mentioned I am way more introverted than I appear at these events, so any sort of home-field advantage I’ll take.


5. One morning this week I woke up and turned my laptop on as I do every day. I was horrified to get the dreaded blue screen. It mentioned something not being installed or some other issue with an update. My heart was in my throat. I’ve had this happen several times before on old laptops. The worst incident was in the spring of 2020 when my hard drive basically cooked itself. I ended up losing well over 1,000 photos and videos from my amazing 6-day 2,100-mile road trip in November 2019. I turned the laptop off and back on and wouldn’t you know it everything was fine. Granted I’m now expecting another issue anytime now, but it’s almost like the computer gods wanted to remind me not to get too comfortable with my technology running smoothly.


6. As the holidays go along I start to realize just how many places on Cape Cod are a part of my annual photo trips. I start to get memories popping up on social media which remind me to visit these places. By my count, I have close to 10 places that likely will span several trips. It’s almost like an obligation now to get my fair share of holiday cheer. I don’t mind though. Any excuse to take night drives and get some really nice photos is alright with me.


7. When it comes to this year’s first shoot my luck was both good and bad. It was cold, hovering around freezing. It wasn’t very windy, even by the ocean, so that was good. However, a few of the spots I visited are typically lit up either with a spotlight or actual Christmas lights. This year two places were not lit up, at least not when I was there. I guess it could be worse, it gives me an excuse to go back again before the season ends to try to get more photos.


A festive scene on the Eastham town green.



8. Wandering through Stop & Shop one evening this week I passed by Marty the robot that glides along looking for messes for the staff to clean. If you walk near it the robot stops because it has a sensor so it doesn’t just plow into people. But it can be kind of slow and get in the way at times. Me? I just step around it because it’s not a big deal. This angry old man though felt the need to plow into it a couple of times with his shopping cart while badgering his wife. A. He’s a jerk and I feel bad for his wife. B. He looks exactly how you think he looks. 60-something, mustache, some garbage phrase on his shirt that needs a wash, and jeans that look like they’re going to blow away like dandelion spores.


9. I made a typical foolish card for some friends and family for Christmas. What I end up doing is creating a card and getting it printed through Walgreens. I do have an account with them but use it probably once a year. When I got ready to have this card printed I needed to sign in. Fine. Since I don’t use my Walgreens account much I needed to check my email to confirm. Sadly my Walgreens account uses my old AOL email. So I had to go sign in there for the first time in forever. When I went to sign in there because I never use my AOL account I then had to verify myself for that through my Gmail account. I did that and was actually expecting to have to verify my Gmail account next through my Subway account or something. Cards are ordered though and all is good.


10. Finally after having my Nana’s old giant CRT TV for 15 years since she died I decided it needed to go. I haven’t turned it on in many years. Basically, it’s been a huge paperweight on an antique stand that I remember her having since I was a kid. As far as I know, it still works. It even has the remote. When it came to carrying the TV down the stairs and out to the street I noticed that it felt far heavier than I remembered. I thought maybe I’m just older and weaker which was pretty depressing. Then I noticed I had the TV still hooked up to the cable wire which made it feel like a thousand pounds. The fact that I forgot to check that was more depressing. I left it out by the street with a ‘free’ sign on it. 

How I thought my move of my Nana's TV might end up.