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No, none of this is all that bad, but after days of things going surprisingly well, it came as, well, a surprise.
After an early workday finish on Thursday, I went up to our town's courthouse/police officer station to pay my debt to society from the pled-down-to-a-$75 parking ticket from the February fender-bender accident, that was otherwise closed out with my insurance company paying a whopping 800-something bucks to fix this on the back of the wounded Volvo:
(That was taken right after I ran into it. Not sure if it was the ding below the left taillight or the dark spot under the G in the plate number. Damn Swedish workmanship:P)
I left the office well before when court closes at 4. BIG SIGN says court closes at 4. Until you get up close, where not so big sign in handwriting says due to COVID, its now 3:15.
I was there at 3:25.
But there's still do's to do: deposit a check at M&T, then do a class at my gym on Transit. What M&T's near that? Transit and Casey, right! So out of the parking lot, up to Dodge, but then at the next light at Campbell, where I'm trying to go straight (gotta get that in before June 1st, yo;), there's a car waiting to turn left who will. Not. TURN. Or even move forward enough to make it on the red or for me to get round. Just sits there until it's too red to go.
I mouth some not nice IQ estimates about the driver in front of me. I do charades- 1st word, points at car (YOU) 2nd word, holds up two fingers (TOO), 3rd word, sounds like, makes rapid chewing motion with mouth (GUM>DUMB), 4th word, two fingers again (TO), 5th word, makes steering motion (DRIVE). Finally it goes green and they pull up about three microns, but enough for me to get round in my little Smart car.
It's a nun. Because of course it is. I could feel the rap of the ruler on my immortal knuckles. And now, only a few minutes to hit the drive-thru at the Transit-Casey M&T before class.
There IS no drive-thru at the Transit-Casey M&T.
There is, however, a blind alley with a one-way sign pointing the other way and another car blocking the end of it while backing into a spot. The perfect bad karma would have been for it to be another fucking Volvo and for me to have hit it, but it wasn't and I didn't.
It continued to get better. Did not run into anybody else, police or otherwise, coming out of the one-way blind alley the wrong way, and made it inside the branch for the deposit and to the gym for class on time. Ran into an old friend (and not with my car) at the gym for the first time in ages, and confirmed that the app I use in class did, in fact, readjust my heart rate zones so I achieved results I haven't seen in weeks.
Sorry, Sister. If you didn't already, ask Jay to forgive me- and pass the falafel.
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Thursday night then turned into a music night, not to be confused with yesterday's music afternoon that we'll get tolater in the next post.
My friend Maria had a gig in a nearby restaurant, and had to start from scratch to promote it. Like many Facebookers these days, she got hacked; unlike many, she couldn't recover the account and had to rebuild her friendslist 48 hours before a gig. Plus, with friend impersonation being one of the most common ways to hack people, her thousands of followers were still in the dozens while word got passed, Yes, it's really her. But I knew, and although Eleanor was too wiped out from a day of PT and yardwork to come with, I took a table around the corner on Maple.
My first sign Maria made it on time:
And the more important second:
I didn't last beyond the first set, and we had a nice meet and greet after that before she headed back up. She's opening for Patty Larkin in Rochester next March, and has a plenty full plate.
As did I:
They didn't have any nonalcoholic Bud Light to piss off the MAGAs, but a great Can-gaydian unbeer did just fine. As did the special menu the owner crafted to bring people in for the music. Two of dem bottles and a decent size margarita pizza for 20 bucks, plus other nice priced options as you see a few of on the menu there. I wished she'd had a better turnout: I got one absence note from a friend, and some other friends were at another similar gig, but I hope she does better here when she's back in July, on Eleanor's birthday.
Rizotto’s is an old-not old neighborhood place, run by Mike from Siena Restaurant around the corner from my office. I first remember this place being Daffodils (or was it Dandelions?, no that's the other one that's near it on North Forest) when it was a $$$$$ graduation-event kinda place. Next, a then-future and now-former client of mine turned Daffodil's into another high-end concept joint, which we still joke about "the menus" being his entire business plan. He lost it, it sat empty for years, and now it's Siena guy. I hope this makes it for good, because good is exactly what it is:)
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Not too late a night, but instead of going into work first thing Friday, I decided to head straight back to court after it (and the library next to it) opened to pay that stupid ticket.
Pro tip for any criminal/traffic court defendants: when the big sign in front of the building, and a stop sign in front of the building, and another sign on the front door to the building ALL tell you to leave your cell phone in your car, it’s really not a good idea to walk in, as I’m walking out, while waving your mobile under your nose. At a minimum, you’ve got a walk back to your car. At worst, everyone, including the judge, is going to wonder whether you’re capable of reading a traffic sign.
At least Joe Pesci wasn’t there to drop the cell phone into a root beer float like he did to some kid in the first episode of Bupkis.
----
Said series is the latest we're watching on Peacock. Poker Face was great, Mrs. Davis just as awesome, but they're done for the season. This one's got Pete Davidson playing, basically, himself, with the aforementioned Joe Pesci as his grandpa and an almost unrecognizable Edie Falco as his mom. After that court run, I made a library stop and discovered a newer feature film he's in and I brought it home, if only to see if he can play anything other than Kid From Staten Island Whose Dad Died Heroically On 9/11 And Tells Dick Jokes With F Bombs. It's called Meet Cute, and it is. Both cute, and a very different role for him (maybe why it didn't do as well as his dick and f-bomb movies). Nothing in it is anything overly Staten Islandish, though he and co-star Sheila (Kaley Cuoco, BBT's Penny) are on a ferry at one oft-repeated point. Oft-repeated, because there's time travel- 24 hour loops, generated from a tanning bed in the back of Sheila's nail salon (run by June, played by a very good Deborah Craig). It runs thin at times, a little too thick at others, but Pete goes beyond range to make it work. There's even a Greek myth trope at the end, fortunately not the one that would have involved his parents. So, yeah. Give it a go. And find that ice cream truck that you see briefly in the movie and a lot more of during the credits.
But back to the Bird. We've been getting Peacock on the cheap with a 99 cent a month deal that was about to run out. But hey! This was Streaming Weekend, and there was deals! As a friend described it:
Peacock is offering a full year membership for $19.99! Hulu is offering a 3mo deal for $6! MAX is offering added shows now due to Discovery Plus merger!
Netflix? Yeah LOL go fuck yourself, don’t share your password 🖕
We're already fixed up with Hulu and Max, but the Peacock thing was useful. The 20-a-year deal will have ads, but the one that was about to go to six bucks a month had them too, and they can be entertaining sometimes. I had to set up an account under a different email, starting over with picking avatars and such. Our account will be the one with Charlie from Poker Face:
(I offered the kids their own spot on that screen, but they already get it; Emily also told me to expect Netflix to jack our price up because of their using ours, but meh- it's going down when they stop shipping disks anyway....)
----
From there, the weekend went into better karma of memories (with dog) and music (with Eleanor), which I think I'll save for next time, along with an odd confluence of True Crime that came up in my reading yesterday. So check back after we've finished Succession, and until then, if you're even thinking of saying anything about it with spoilers?
Don't.
After an early workday finish on Thursday, I went up to our town's courthouse/police officer station to pay my debt to society from the pled-down-to-a-$75 parking ticket from the February fender-bender accident, that was otherwise closed out with my insurance company paying a whopping 800-something bucks to fix this on the back of the wounded Volvo:
(That was taken right after I ran into it. Not sure if it was the ding below the left taillight or the dark spot under the G in the plate number. Damn Swedish workmanship:P)
I left the office well before when court closes at 4. BIG SIGN says court closes at 4. Until you get up close, where not so big sign in handwriting says due to COVID, its now 3:15.
I was there at 3:25.
But there's still do's to do: deposit a check at M&T, then do a class at my gym on Transit. What M&T's near that? Transit and Casey, right! So out of the parking lot, up to Dodge, but then at the next light at Campbell, where I'm trying to go straight (gotta get that in before June 1st, yo;), there's a car waiting to turn left who will. Not. TURN. Or even move forward enough to make it on the red or for me to get round. Just sits there until it's too red to go.
I mouth some not nice IQ estimates about the driver in front of me. I do charades- 1st word, points at car (YOU) 2nd word, holds up two fingers (TOO), 3rd word, sounds like, makes rapid chewing motion with mouth (GUM>DUMB), 4th word, two fingers again (TO), 5th word, makes steering motion (DRIVE). Finally it goes green and they pull up about three microns, but enough for me to get round in my little Smart car.
It's a nun. Because of course it is. I could feel the rap of the ruler on my immortal knuckles. And now, only a few minutes to hit the drive-thru at the Transit-Casey M&T before class.
There IS no drive-thru at the Transit-Casey M&T.
There is, however, a blind alley with a one-way sign pointing the other way and another car blocking the end of it while backing into a spot. The perfect bad karma would have been for it to be another fucking Volvo and for me to have hit it, but it wasn't and I didn't.
It continued to get better. Did not run into anybody else, police or otherwise, coming out of the one-way blind alley the wrong way, and made it inside the branch for the deposit and to the gym for class on time. Ran into an old friend (and not with my car) at the gym for the first time in ages, and confirmed that the app I use in class did, in fact, readjust my heart rate zones so I achieved results I haven't seen in weeks.
Sorry, Sister. If you didn't already, ask Jay to forgive me- and pass the falafel.
----
Thursday night then turned into a music night, not to be confused with yesterday's music afternoon that we'll get to
My friend Maria had a gig in a nearby restaurant, and had to start from scratch to promote it. Like many Facebookers these days, she got hacked; unlike many, she couldn't recover the account and had to rebuild her friendslist 48 hours before a gig. Plus, with friend impersonation being one of the most common ways to hack people, her thousands of followers were still in the dozens while word got passed, Yes, it's really her. But I knew, and although Eleanor was too wiped out from a day of PT and yardwork to come with, I took a table around the corner on Maple.
My first sign Maria made it on time:
And the more important second:
I didn't last beyond the first set, and we had a nice meet and greet after that before she headed back up. She's opening for Patty Larkin in Rochester next March, and has a plenty full plate.
As did I:
They didn't have any nonalcoholic Bud Light to piss off the MAGAs, but a great Can-gaydian unbeer did just fine. As did the special menu the owner crafted to bring people in for the music. Two of dem bottles and a decent size margarita pizza for 20 bucks, plus other nice priced options as you see a few of on the menu there. I wished she'd had a better turnout: I got one absence note from a friend, and some other friends were at another similar gig, but I hope she does better here when she's back in July, on Eleanor's birthday.
Rizotto’s is an old-not old neighborhood place, run by Mike from Siena Restaurant around the corner from my office. I first remember this place being Daffodils (or was it Dandelions?, no that's the other one that's near it on North Forest) when it was a $$$$$ graduation-event kinda place. Next, a then-future and now-former client of mine turned Daffodil's into another high-end concept joint, which we still joke about "the menus" being his entire business plan. He lost it, it sat empty for years, and now it's Siena guy. I hope this makes it for good, because good is exactly what it is:)
----
Not too late a night, but instead of going into work first thing Friday, I decided to head straight back to court after it (and the library next to it) opened to pay that stupid ticket.
Pro tip for any criminal/traffic court defendants: when the big sign in front of the building, and a stop sign in front of the building, and another sign on the front door to the building ALL tell you to leave your cell phone in your car, it’s really not a good idea to walk in, as I’m walking out, while waving your mobile under your nose. At a minimum, you’ve got a walk back to your car. At worst, everyone, including the judge, is going to wonder whether you’re capable of reading a traffic sign.
At least Joe Pesci wasn’t there to drop the cell phone into a root beer float like he did to some kid in the first episode of Bupkis.
----
Said series is the latest we're watching on Peacock. Poker Face was great, Mrs. Davis just as awesome, but they're done for the season. This one's got Pete Davidson playing, basically, himself, with the aforementioned Joe Pesci as his grandpa and an almost unrecognizable Edie Falco as his mom. After that court run, I made a library stop and discovered a newer feature film he's in and I brought it home, if only to see if he can play anything other than Kid From Staten Island Whose Dad Died Heroically On 9/11 And Tells Dick Jokes With F Bombs. It's called Meet Cute, and it is. Both cute, and a very different role for him (maybe why it didn't do as well as his dick and f-bomb movies). Nothing in it is anything overly Staten Islandish, though he and co-star Sheila (Kaley Cuoco, BBT's Penny) are on a ferry at one oft-repeated point. Oft-repeated, because there's time travel- 24 hour loops, generated from a tanning bed in the back of Sheila's nail salon (run by June, played by a very good Deborah Craig). It runs thin at times, a little too thick at others, but Pete goes beyond range to make it work. There's even a Greek myth trope at the end, fortunately not the one that would have involved his parents. So, yeah. Give it a go. And find that ice cream truck that you see briefly in the movie and a lot more of during the credits.
But back to the Bird. We've been getting Peacock on the cheap with a 99 cent a month deal that was about to run out. But hey! This was Streaming Weekend, and there was deals! As a friend described it:
Peacock is offering a full year membership for $19.99! Hulu is offering a 3mo deal for $6! MAX is offering added shows now due to Discovery Plus merger!
Netflix? Yeah LOL go fuck yourself, don’t share your password 🖕
We're already fixed up with Hulu and Max, but the Peacock thing was useful. The 20-a-year deal will have ads, but the one that was about to go to six bucks a month had them too, and they can be entertaining sometimes. I had to set up an account under a different email, starting over with picking avatars and such. Our account will be the one with Charlie from Poker Face:
(I offered the kids their own spot on that screen, but they already get it; Emily also told me to expect Netflix to jack our price up because of their using ours, but meh- it's going down when they stop shipping disks anyway....)
----
From there, the weekend went into better karma of memories (with dog) and music (with Eleanor), which I think I'll save for next time, along with an odd confluence of True Crime that came up in my reading yesterday. So check back after we've finished Succession, and until then, if you're even thinking of saying anything about it with spoilers?
Don't.