minorthird

so…the guy that used to own our house before us was a BIG guy.
Now, I’m a big guy, but this guy was years of ignoring doctor’s orders big; this guy was break-my-house BIG!
you see, at some point, our house settled, and started to lean to “that” side (as opposed to “this” side — sorry […]

so…every so often my mp3 player will play a couple songs back-to-back while on shuffle that make me wonder if it has some artificial intelligence, like playing Pink Floyd’s “Brain Damage” and “Eclipse” together.
well…today it decided to play Dar William’s “I Won’t Be Your Yoko Ono,” followed by The Beatles’ “Come Together.”
Tomorrow, it’s going to […]

so…it’s been some time, but Druzba dusted his jukebox off, so…
…but, before I continue: there are too few cultural references to the Kevin Bacon movie “Quicksilver”. Come on! Laurence Fishburne, Louie Anderson, a couple characters named “Cha Cha” and “Spider”, and Paul Rodriguez with a hot dog cart: now that’s some quality entertainment — the […]

so…the travel gods are working with me this morning and I’m actually on the train.
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there is a guy, two seats up from me, that sounds exactly like Cleveland on The Family Guy.
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“the stone that the builder refuse, will always be the head cornerstone.”
Bob Marley
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The air this morning has that relaxing, post-thunderstorm, Summer smell to it. […]

so…it’s amazing how a little exposure to my “fellow man” in the morning can ruin an otherwise enjoyable song as “I feel for you.”
I was late for the train. Again.
I got up almost 10 minutes early today! I had everything laid out, pre-pack, showered, ironed, and/or ready to go! The only thing I needed to […]

so…I’ve slipped on my NaBloPoMo posts: I’ve missed 6 days.
I’m not really too concerned. I’ve posted 27 times in the last 26 days — I know that the point of this exercise was a post a day, but let’s look at the numbers for a second: before this month I had only posted 53 […]

so…a very relaxing 4-day weekend is about to come to an end. All weekend we’ve been saying that “today feels like Sunday, but it’s only Friday,” unfortunately today feels like Sunday, and it’s actually Sunday.
Today we had Alisa and Jeff, Su and Jay, and Amber and her fiancee, Samantha, over for brunch. It was nice […]

so…on any given workday at this time I would be on the train, pulling into North Station. Not today. Not because it is Wednesday, which is typically Stay-At-Home-Dad Wednesday. Not today.
I woke up late.
On this given not-normally-a-workday at this time I am on the train, waiting to pull out of Lowell.
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I’ve misplaced my commuter rail […]

so…the building that I used to work at did not allow you to use the stairs. The doors to the stairwells were locked from the inside — once you got into the stairwell you had to go to the lobby or stand there and knock, hoping that someone would hear you.
I used to blame my […]