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Wednesday, February 26, 2025

In My Footsteps Podcast Episode 184: Vampire Rabbits, Overhyped Athletes & Vanishing Restaurants(2-26-2025)

 


The last full month of winter is almost over, but we’ve got plenty of nostalgia to keep you warm! Episode 184 brings back childhood chills, cardboard heartbreak, and the flavors of restaurants we wish never closed.

📖 Bunnicula: The Vampire Bunny That Bit Into Our Imaginations – A bloodsucking rabbit? The Bunnicula series had just the right mix of humor and horror to captivate Gen Xers and older Millennials. We’ll revisit this beloved (and slightly spooky) children’s classic.

⚾ Overhyped '90s Athletes Who Ruined My Baseball Card Collection – If you grew up in the '90s, you probably got burned by the hype train. We’re looking at the athletes who were supposed to be legends but left collectors (and fans) disappointed. Were any of these guys in your stash?

🍽️ The Rise and Fall of Casual Dining Chains – Some places seemed like they'd be around forever… but then they vanished. This week’s Top 5 covers some of the most missed discontinued restaurant chains. The twist? A few might be making a comeback!

🕰️ This Week in History & Time Capsule – A jazz-infused journey back to the very first jazz records and how they changed music forever.

Hit play and step into the time machine! 🚀

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Monday, February 24, 2025

Initial Impressions 2.0 Blog #57: Bloody Good, Diet Woes, Don't Call Me Sir, etc.





1. At my work we have something called compression therapy. You get wrapped up in these pads that squeeze your body stimulating the lymphatic system to get moving. It is great for your overall health. When you do this therapy it is 30 minutes you relax and then when the session is done someone comes in and unwraps you. If somebody has done the compression therapy enough they might feel comfortable enough to start unwrapping themselves to help. A person was doing that before I got in the room to assist them. It all seemed fine until I went back in to clean off the pads. It was then that I noticed the splatters of blood on different parts of the various pads. It looked like a crime scene. The worst part was there was another person set to use the compression therapy and as I wrapped them in the pads I kept noticing other drops of blood I had missed. I had no poker face and was horrified.


2. The only thing that could possibly rival the bloody good story above at work this week was the following. My boss got a great deal on a used mannequin. He intends to use it to display clothing featuring the business logo on it. Makes sense. The funny part was how it arrived. It was in pieces. So bringing in the top half and the arms was fine. However, nothing could prepare me for the sight of my boss walking in with this naked ass mannequin bottom up near his face. I couldn’t have written it any better. We ended up stashing it for a while in the compression therapy room but kept the door closed since it looked like we had killed and dismembered someone in there.


3. Only I could vacuum a room for several minutes not realizing the hose wasn’t attached. Granted I wondered why the vacuum had such terrible suction but it wasn’t until I turned around and saw the disconnected hose on the floor that it all made sense. I have said it a million times, I was born blond so don’t be shocked at stories like these.


4. I spent an evening tearing up an old carpet and then slicing it into strips with a box cutter. I was so focused on getting it done right after work that I didn’t bother to put any sort of mask on to protect me from dust. Eventually, I brought several contractor bags of rolled-up carpet slices outside. My body was exhausted from the workout. Then later on while relaxing not wearing a mask came back to haunt me as I got a major bloody nose from inhaling all of that dust and whatever else was underneath the carpet. Oh well, at least it got done.

Yeah, it was a little like this.



5. In the coming weeks I am shooting the scenes for my first acting gig. It’s funny because I made tons of skits as a kid with my camcorder and craft scripts for my podcast weekly yet trying to get lines I didn’t write memorized is really tough. I printed out all of my scenes and have had trouble getting the lines down. One solution I had was to print them out again, only in a much bigger font. It’s like speaking to a dog, and then saying the words again slower like that will suddenly make the dog understand you.


6. I could be on the strictest of diets but will never not be a sucker for a new flavor of Doritos. I have loved them since I was a kid and any time they release a new flavor I will try it. The latest proof of that is the Late Night Sizzlin’ Cheeseburger flavor. I definitely enjoy them. Every now and then some Doritos are okay, but when I see there are more flavors in this Late Night series that’s when the ominous music starts to play and I feel my pants begin to get tighter. Oh well, six-pack abs are overrated anyway, right?

Dangerously good.



7. Did my first real interior paint job this week. A subtle gray paint on half of my apartment. Luckily I wore clothes I was cool with throwing out because to no one’s surprise, I got paint all over me. Also, put in new flooring in the form of carpeted tiles. That was fun as well but hell on the knees. The room does look a lot better but my body needed a day to recover for sure.


8. I was under the impression on Instagram that once things you post on your story are gone (after 24 hours) nobody can see them except you in your own archives. This week I had some random person like a story of mine from 5 ½ years ago. Not sure how they got to see it. It was very creepy and suspicious that I immediately blocked them just to stop any weirdness before it really gets going. I mean you need to be a special kind of weirdo to deep dive someone’s IG story back more than 5 years.


9. This winter has been one long hibernation. It’s like I’ve done a lot of work, content-wise, but I feel like I’ve been holed up. I don’t know if it’s the cold. I don’t know if it’s being busy with work. I don’t know if I need a change physically to gain energy. Maybe it’s my diet being bad and my body doesn’t produce the energy from bad foods. One or all of these things need to change soon. This blah chapter feels like it’s run its course.


10. Being called ‘sir’ by someone much younger is still a very weird thing. I don’t feel that old (most days) so I definitely don’t feel like being called ‘sir’ is warranted. But I’m also not going to be some mid-life crisis guy who corrects someone young who calls me sir. It actually shows respect for your *ugh* elders. I mean I call people much older than me sir. Wait, so I guess I’m much older than these people? Man, it’s time for a nap followed by dinner at 4pm.

I'm not this guy...yet.


Thursday, February 20, 2025

1997-1998: My Life In Poetry Form - Throwback Thursday

 

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This is a weekly recurring series featuring 5 poems all written within the same calendar year. They capture a sense of what my life and my mind were like at a certain age. It also will show the evolution of my life, mind, and writing style. We have come back around to 1997 and 1998. I was in college and was 19 and 20 years old.

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Flame


Can’t believe it had to end.
The flame slowly faded, I could not comprehend.
Time, for a change clocks have no hands to point the right direction, 
for me to understand.
Didn’t want it to be this way.
Watched you turn your back and walk away.
I was down, oh yeah I was low, below underground.
You left me there, dirt in my eye with your bald-faced lie.
Thought we’d always be as one.
Silver and pearls, kissing my girl, in the moonlight under the sun.
Not for me, was not to be, my time bought with bad checks bounced away her love to another unworthy.
Can I say how I feel, facing a storm at the wheel, 
control my chances with a sigh and a tear.
The flame is gone, smoke and ash burn my eyes when I look at where we are, when I realize.
I was wrong.
Trust my heart to a heartless soul, 
with a lie to my face and a “know your role”
Slowly in time, my flame will return, for a beautiful person my new love will burn, I’ll find someone.
A quick fix rebound ricochets in the mud, supposed reality will be shattered.
The new and improved will go astray, 
and a poisonous love will long to come home.
You will need me there.
Will you be able to speak from the heart, 
or become shadowed when problems start.
To know that the one you love is never to return is reason enough,
to begin the search for a new flame to burn.

We were blessed with a gift too soon in life to be understood.
Believing we’d make it, not knowing, not caring if we really could.
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Quiet Contemplation


I am down, but do I care?
I could move on, but do I want to?
I’ll stare at a distant corner of darkness and enjoy what I don’t see.
I could shake myself from this tree of pain, but I choose to sink myself into it.
Quietly contemplate the outer reaches of fantasies that will never be real.
Delve deeper into a black hole of mysterious thoughts and memories, for emotions I need to feel.

A red moon hangs low over this sad imperfect world.
Will its blood drip down and drown us in our sorrows, or melt away into the space of another day to live?
My eyes are the magnifying glass that helps me to avoid the big picture, the real reason I feel like I do.
I’ll get up, I’ll move on in time, 
how I get there is yet unwritten.
The problems I face are only a blip on the world’s radar.
With all the plight and suffering mine is just a little pain, so why worry about me?
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Stitch


Drifting in, drifting out of conscious thought.
It’s all about, the times we’ve shared, the times we’ve lost.
The place in your heart my callous hands have crushed.
I’ve split at the seams and broken in two, 
my mind is racing under the soles of my shoes.
For so long, traveled so far, never thought I’d be here now, alone.
Thousand thoughts coming together pierce me at once,
they’re all rolled together, clouded and blurred.

I need to know just where I’m standing.
I need to know how far I’ll fall if I lasso my love to something that isn’t there.
Stitch up my mind, it needs to be saved,
before I’m too far gone and can’t find my way home.
Stitch up my heart with a tight binding love,
to keep me whole when there’s nowhere left to turn.

Flowing up, flowing down, each day I break without a sound.
Hurt can not take me down, but the glowing sadness I feel, stops me from feeling.
Don’t stop, stop loving me.
It’s now and forever I need you to be, by my side, just here with me.
Shells are cracking, my mind has spilled, run over the ground and out of my reach.
I’ll never know if I’ll get it right when happiness can’t last me through the night.

I need to know just where I’m standing.
I need to know how far I’ll fall if I lasso my love to something that isn’t there.
Stitch up my mind, it needs to be saved,
before I’m too far gone and can’t find my way home.
Stitch up my heart with a tight binding love,
to keep me whole when there’s nowhere left to turn.

Save me, close up my heart with a kiss from the heavens.
Don’t walk out, I’ll make it better every day.
I’ll give you my heart, my soul, my time, my all.
If you’d stitch me up and catch me as I free fall.
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Top of the Mountain

Hold your dreams in my hand.
Her love a prize high in demand, mine for now.
She’s mine thanks to you.
Passion or obsession sees it through.
Don’t try to change that which is beyond control.
Feel the pain cast on you, weighted pressure deserved in my eyes.
Shadowed hidden pride can’t save you from heartache.
Taste what you once had, given secrets once held tight in her hands.
And now I know it’s true.
On your foot place the lonely shoe, hear the cries out in vain.
Can you see life’s reflection there, empty filled with pain.
Believe in nothing, for nothing’s now the same.
When you close your eyes tonight say a prayer for me.
That I won’t fuck it up the way your twisted soul has done.
Don’t feel that time will heal, fear not for her she’s happier here.
Better beware yourself to stay away, pressure engaged she will not stray.
Convinced I am right like you once were, I’ll blow your light out in her heart.
To forget what was there, new memories we share, 
obsessed with not being alone.
Please try to understand, wanted what is needed by any other man.
Love, sex, one who will do anything for me blindly, 
step on whomever to get to the top.
If linked and bonded by blood or by words, 
to me it’s no matter, nor is it hers.
Just live and leave us to our lives,
for her love is no longer the straw from which your life stirs.
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Wednesday, February 19, 2025

In My Footsteps Podcast Episode 183: Scratch-and-Sniff Stickers, Bizarre Gameboy Titles & Lost Bubble Gums!(2-19-2025)

 

The Valentine's chocolates are gone, but the sweet nostalgia is just getting started! Episode 183 takes you on a trip back to the sights, smells, and flavors of the past:

✨ Sniffing Out the '80s – Remember the thrill of scratch-and-sniff stickers? From pizza-scented rewards to bizarre fragrances, no one asked for, we uncover the history behind this smelly sensation that had '80s kids obsessed.

🎮 The Weirdest Gameboy Games Ever – Monkey boxing? A game controlled by a sewing machine? Yeti chefs? We’re digging deep to find the strangest, rarest, and most ridiculous Gameboy titles ever made.

🍬 Bubble Gums We Wish Weren’t Gone – From powdery classics to flavor-packed icons, we count down five bubble gums that deserved a longer chew. Did your favorite make the list?

🕰️ This Week in History & Time Capsule – A look back at the legendary first superhero, The Phantom, and the mark he left on pop culture.

Hit play and let the nostalgia rush in! 🚀

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Monday, February 17, 2025

Initial Impressions 2.0 Blog #56: Secret Lives, Exploding Oatmeal, Ruined Coats, etc.





1. You never really know who a person is behind closed doors. You might have met someone a few times. A friend of a friend who had a beautiful wife and daughter and you think to yourself ‘he’s a lucky guy.’ On the surface, he seems cool, fun, and to put it bluntly, normal. Then over time, he ends up being a cheater, so not cool. Last but probably not least so far he ends up being arrested for child pornography. So not normal. This is a real guy I had met on a few occasions and thought seemed like a decent guy. It turns out some are just better at hiding the disgusting truth of who they are. Now he has no wife, no mistress, and no freedom as he’ll be spending probably many years in jail for what he was arrested for. Good, serves you right scumbag.


2. I decided to open up an Etsy shop to sell some of my better New England photography. I have been asked numerous times about selling my photos but it always becomes too time-consuming. This probably will too but if it’s a chance to make a little extra money why not try, right? Time is a flat circle though. I went to Etsy to start crafting my shop. Google wanted to automatically sign me in which was fine. Then the craziness happened. It turns out I already created an Etsy shop for my photography in 2017. I just forgot about it. So now I am just cleaning that up and should be ready to sell photos before this blog goes live.

My Etsy shop logo



3. I’ve seen some stupid drivers but I saw one that is right up there with the worst ever. I mean I can deal with idiots that don’t stop at stop signs. You know the ones who just roll slowly instead of stopping? But this particular idiot then outdid themselves. They either missed their turn, or they were just a complete ass clown. Instead of maybe turning around in a driveway, or at a road, this jerk did a U-turn onto the sidewalk and drove the sidewalk a good hundred feet back to the intersection. Disgraceful and dangerous. Oh and before you go thinking it was some young kid it was a middle-aged mother in a soccer mom van complete with a bumper sticker touting their kid being on the honor roll. Definite Karen.


4. I was sad when I noticed a giant tear in the back of my heavy winter jacket when I hung it up at work. I think I caught it on a door handle that pulled and tore it open. I will end up getting a new one soon since winter is not over. The funny part comes from when I mentioned it to my family this week. My sister said she had noticed the ripped jacket last week but assumed I knew. That means I was going all over the place for days with a shredded jacket that probably made people think I had stolen it out of a dumpster or something. Nice.


5. After updating my iPhone I was surprised by a new app. Image Playground allows you to craft AI images from descriptions, or even better from your own photos. It is for iPhone models 15 & up. I have spent way more time choosing random photos to see how AI sees them. It is so much mindless fun. That is until AI decides that your photo from when you were 3 years old has you looking like a little girl with pigtails. Yay, sorry for my Dutch Boy hairdo, it was the early 1980s after all.

Thanks Image Playground



6. I went for a walk along the beach to get some nice sunset photos and videos. There was a house next to the beach parking lot that was being worked on. As I walked down the beach I repeatedly heard the sound of one of the guys working on the house just yelling and screaming. I kept looking back but there didn’t seem to be a commotion. Plus during my time there no ambulance came for the guy. I’m figuring he should find a different job if doing house repairs causes him to yell out repeatedly. It was made funny since he didn’t seem to be actually hurt.


7. A weird phenomenon that seems to happen to me a lot lately is the following. I spend several hours working on content at my desk. When it comes time for a break, like to go take a drive or something, I immediately get tired and start yawning uncontrollably. I notice it a lot when driving that suddenly I am yawning on repeat. Why is that? I feel like maybe my brain is so focused on work that as soon as I take my foot off the gas my brain is like ‘cool, time to crash.’


8. My goal for almost my entire adult life has been to make my living solely in some sort of creative field. Writing books or travel writing, podcasts, videos, etc. Having been on this path for so many years I feel like I put a lot of pressure on every piece of content I do. At times I believe it’s like a lottery ticket I’ve created. With every piece of content I release it’s like maybe this is the thing that gets the right set of eyes on it to make my goal of being a self-employed content creator a reality. Sure it keeps me motivated to keep going as the next one could be the big winner. It also casts a shadow of disappointment over everything I do when it inevitably doesn’t become my breakout creation.


9. It’s a strange thing. I make the same amount of oatmeal. In the same container. Same microwave. Same amount of water. Same time. Yet despite this every now and then the oatmeal decides to overflow the container. I can never predict it but it seems like it happens right when I let my guard down. Wham! Oats all over the microwave. Yay, good morning.


10. I created a video based on my most embarrassing race ever. It’s up on YouTube now. To sum it up, dehydration and beer combined do not make for a pleasant mix. Anyway, working on that video got me thinking about running and wouldn’t you know it I ended up signing up for a 5K race in May. My body is nowhere near where it needs to be to run but I do have about 10 weeks. You get 15 minutes after you sign up that you can cancel your order and I will admit I was watching the timer tick down debating it. In the end, I’ll end up doing it and just lowering, I mean really lowering my expectations. At least I know I won’t be drunk and crying after this race like I was after the race in the video I made.

My most embarrassing race, but a funny story now.