Things That Suck
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captainsblogDon't worry. They're decent stories, maybe even funny.
* Riding Outside Cars With Dogs.
By Saturday, all the Snowmageddon from earlier in the week had melted, and the whole day Saturday was sunny and nice. Unfortunately, Sunday is our scheduled morning for walking Pepper with assorted frens.
It had been raining in Amherst ever since the top of the page, but it looked to have let up around 9 a.m., when I decided to take the dog for a walk - just us- down the usual Dog Church morning trail.
But first, coffee.
Despite it being cold and starting to drizzle again, and the assembly of 70,000 drunks at the Bills game pushed back to 4:25, the drive-thru line at Timmys was backed up to the 290. But the inside was open, so I got out of the car, placed and received my order, headed back to the car, reached for the handle just as I heard a beep:
Pepper had sat on the fob and locked the car.
Now usually, you can touch the door handle and, if the fob is in range, it will just open it. Except when it's got 55 pounds of dog on it, apparently.
Fortunately, we have remote entry apps on our phones; just as fortunately, I had my phone on my person. So I got it open that way before arriving at our destination.
The trail was an icy mess and we lasted five minutes.
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* A Seal, a Binge, and Not Freezing An Ass Off:
That afternoon consisted of me learning how to seal the just-mopped kitchen floor (Eleanor just can't handle the squeezy thing on the mop anymore), a binge of more Succession, and checking in on the Bills winning their division for the second straight year. One of the Succession episodes- the final of season 2- showed Logan's son Kendall planting what appeared to be a Judas kiss on his father. That turned out to be funny for two reasons. One, we'd just watched a Mark Ruffalo film from a few years back called Thanks for Sharing, which is centered on a 12-step recovery program. Mark's character suffers from a sex addiction, so one of the things they show is, when his character travels on business, he has the hotel remove the television from his room so he won't be tempted to watch porn. Toward the end of the film, he suffers a relapse and they show him desperately pacing his hotel room in search of something to get off on/with. My instant thought: Hey, Adam, there's a bible in that one drawer there, and it's got plenty of kink in it.
Within a few hours of thinking that, this meme showed up on my Facebook feed:
Then, that got me thinking of a riff on Succession based on the Passion of the Christ, where the disciples all plot and scheme to take over after His unfortunate ultimate demise. Judas would make a pretty good CEO; he's got the killer instinct! Throw in Mary Magdalene for the feminine touch! And Doubting Thomas can go running around the Last Supper complaining about the place settings and the butter being too cold!
Speaking of too cold: by the time the Bills finally clinched at about 7:30 at night on a frigid Orchard Park field, the rest of the post-season field was almost complete. The final contender came several hours later, when the Raiders kicked their hated rival Chargers out of the playoffs. In an oddity of math, if those two teams had played to a tie, they both would have made it in, and the Chargers would have come here for the first round game next weekend. Instead, only Las Vegas got in, changing the seeding and giving us a third matchup in six weeks against our hated rivals from New England, this one on our home field,....
at 8:15 on a Saturday night. When the predicted game-time temperature will be a single digit Farenheit.
Where would I rather be than right there, right then? HOME, DAMMIT!
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* Finally, who REALLY sucks:
Yet I finish this from work, which has been two days of assorted weirdness. Beginning yesterday, when I got a referral in of a case in Queens. Yes, every once in a while, I wander into the strange and wondrous land of downstate New York to handle a bankruptcy or file a state court case. I'm fully licensed for all state and federal courts there, but it may as well be the Klingon Home World.
This one began with a simple check on some real estate holdings of a potential opponent who lives in Queens. The Five Boroughs do have "county clerks" in more or less the same sense we do, but the online searching process has thus far been befuddling. Mr. Google directed me to an official looking site that didn't work, but also suggested a somewhat sketchy alternative.
See if you can spot the clue that this miiiight not be legit.
Hint: I'd suggest that Pete Davidson get his cholesterol checked;)
Today, meanwhile, has just been a bag of annoyance, with a client not showing up on time and now running late for a rescheduled time, and a court hearing I thought I had on Teams at 3:00 actually being at 3 next Tuesday. Yet in between, we started a new binge of a Hulu series based on a sucky mocumentary Eleanor assures me we both watched:
Wow, Statin Island makes another appearance! Those vampires better be careful, because the last thing they need is having their cholesterol going too high.
* Riding Outside Cars With Dogs.
By Saturday, all the Snowmageddon from earlier in the week had melted, and the whole day Saturday was sunny and nice. Unfortunately, Sunday is our scheduled morning for walking Pepper with assorted frens.
It had been raining in Amherst ever since the top of the page, but it looked to have let up around 9 a.m., when I decided to take the dog for a walk - just us- down the usual Dog Church morning trail.
But first, coffee.
Despite it being cold and starting to drizzle again, and the assembly of 70,000 drunks at the Bills game pushed back to 4:25, the drive-thru line at Timmys was backed up to the 290. But the inside was open, so I got out of the car, placed and received my order, headed back to the car, reached for the handle just as I heard a beep:
Pepper had sat on the fob and locked the car.
Now usually, you can touch the door handle and, if the fob is in range, it will just open it. Except when it's got 55 pounds of dog on it, apparently.
Fortunately, we have remote entry apps on our phones; just as fortunately, I had my phone on my person. So I got it open that way before arriving at our destination.
The trail was an icy mess and we lasted five minutes.
----
* A Seal, a Binge, and Not Freezing An Ass Off:
That afternoon consisted of me learning how to seal the just-mopped kitchen floor (Eleanor just can't handle the squeezy thing on the mop anymore), a binge of more Succession, and checking in on the Bills winning their division for the second straight year. One of the Succession episodes- the final of season 2- showed Logan's son Kendall planting what appeared to be a Judas kiss on his father. That turned out to be funny for two reasons. One, we'd just watched a Mark Ruffalo film from a few years back called Thanks for Sharing, which is centered on a 12-step recovery program. Mark's character suffers from a sex addiction, so one of the things they show is, when his character travels on business, he has the hotel remove the television from his room so he won't be tempted to watch porn. Toward the end of the film, he suffers a relapse and they show him desperately pacing his hotel room in search of something to get off on/with. My instant thought: Hey, Adam, there's a bible in that one drawer there, and it's got plenty of kink in it.
Within a few hours of thinking that, this meme showed up on my Facebook feed:
Then, that got me thinking of a riff on Succession based on the Passion of the Christ, where the disciples all plot and scheme to take over after His unfortunate ultimate demise. Judas would make a pretty good CEO; he's got the killer instinct! Throw in Mary Magdalene for the feminine touch! And Doubting Thomas can go running around the Last Supper complaining about the place settings and the butter being too cold!
Speaking of too cold: by the time the Bills finally clinched at about 7:30 at night on a frigid Orchard Park field, the rest of the post-season field was almost complete. The final contender came several hours later, when the Raiders kicked their hated rival Chargers out of the playoffs. In an oddity of math, if those two teams had played to a tie, they both would have made it in, and the Chargers would have come here for the first round game next weekend. Instead, only Las Vegas got in, changing the seeding and giving us a third matchup in six weeks against our hated rivals from New England, this one on our home field,....
at 8:15 on a Saturday night. When the predicted game-time temperature will be a single digit Farenheit.
Where would I rather be than right there, right then? HOME, DAMMIT!
----
* Finally, who REALLY sucks:
Yet I finish this from work, which has been two days of assorted weirdness. Beginning yesterday, when I got a referral in of a case in Queens. Yes, every once in a while, I wander into the strange and wondrous land of downstate New York to handle a bankruptcy or file a state court case. I'm fully licensed for all state and federal courts there, but it may as well be the Klingon Home World.
This one began with a simple check on some real estate holdings of a potential opponent who lives in Queens. The Five Boroughs do have "county clerks" in more or less the same sense we do, but the online searching process has thus far been befuddling. Mr. Google directed me to an official looking site that didn't work, but also suggested a somewhat sketchy alternative.
See if you can spot the clue that this miiiight not be legit.
Hint: I'd suggest that Pete Davidson get his cholesterol checked;)
Today, meanwhile, has just been a bag of annoyance, with a client not showing up on time and now running late for a rescheduled time, and a court hearing I thought I had on Teams at 3:00 actually being at 3 next Tuesday. Yet in between, we started a new binge of a Hulu series based on a sucky mocumentary Eleanor assures me we both watched:
Wow, Statin Island makes another appearance! Those vampires better be careful, because the last thing they need is having their cholesterol going too high.