Monday, 11/04/19
Coworkers brought leftover, unclaimed by trick-or-treaters
candy to the office. A plate of it, overflowing at 10am, was almost entirely
depleted by 2pm. When I first saw it I immediately thought of that scene in
Scarface where Tony Montana put his face in the mountain of coke on his desk.
Before
Oh and check this out. Monday Night Raw was largely garbage
this week, but a bright spot on this show, which was in Long Island, was the
arrival of the East Hampton Polo Boys. Now I know they’re obviously one-time
jobbers, and they were definitely squashed by…shit, I don’t even remember. I
mentally tuned out of the show after they had Asuka tap out to fucking Nataylia
in what was one of the all-time fuck-WWE moments. Ugh. But the East Hampton
Polo Boy were a great visual gag and slight tic in the direction of the
episode’s redemption. Too bad we’ll never see them again, because I’d make it a
point to tune into a pay per view in which they took on the Mean Street Posse
in a Long Island vs Connecticut turf war match. I even have the stipulation: if
Long Island wins, Connecticut residents have to disclaim their Yankee fandom.
If Connecticut wins, we sever Long Island and let it drift out to the ocean.
Either way, everyone wins.
Tuesday, 11/05/19
Today was Guy Fawkes Day, and like any good American, I have
no idea what that means outside of that it was mentioned in V For Vendetta. BUT
it did give me an idea for my personal favorite trivia team name ever…
The hostess, Alison, should have given me points for
originality and cleverness. Speaking of points, let’s segue to a story from
trivia night.
During the game she announces a word of the week that you
can submit the following week for 3 points, kind of like a reward for being a
returning player. I didn’t play the week before, but I have absolutely zero shame
about asking the regulars what it was. On this night I asked Charlotte, the
sweet little old lady regular who reads books while enjoying glasses of white
wine but will take a break to tell stories of her fellow parish members. She
does this in that way that assumes you already know who these people are. Do
you know what Father Bill did last week? I do, and I still don’t know who the
fuck Father Bill is. But she’s nice, sweet, and funny, so it’s fine.
Anyway, I asked her for the word of the week. She wrote down
“Amol”, saying that it was an app we can get on our phone, and that she had
just submitted her answer. So, I wrote “Amol” on the back of the answer sheet
and turned it in. A moment later, Hostess Alison came over to me and asked what
the hell I had written. She said that it wasn’t right and couldn’t give me
points; I said it was fine, because I didn’t know what the answer would be.
Turns out the right answer was “LMAO.”
Now, at first I thought that Charlotte was being sly. Oh,
you wanna come over and ask me the word of the week while you were plainly not
here last week? This will learn you, you young whipper-snapper. Back in my day,
Father Bill would have made you recite ten Hail Mary’s. After talking to
her again, however, it became obvious she got confused, and I can’t hold that
against a person of the elder persuasion.
The point of this story is that we tied for 1st
place but lost the tie-breaker. Had Charlotte given me the correct answer, I’d
be writing this as Le Champion, and not as 1st Place Loser (also
known to Millenials as Participation Trophy Recipient. ZING).
Wednesday, 11/06/19
It was great coming home at night to this notification from
the gas company.
Leak? Repair? No gas? Having to talk to somebody? Ugh. I
wouldn’t have minded if it wasn’t so freaking cold, because no gas=no heat. Fun
fact, fellow Columbia Gas of Massachusetts customers: their customer service
department closes at 7pm. So basically if you have an emergency, make sure it’s
before 7pm, otherwise you’ll be warming up by a trashcan fire like a box-car
hobo in your own home. Well, nothing could be done about it, and it’s wrestling
night, so I tuned in and let it distract me from the cold.
AEW:Dynamite is the best pro wrestling show there is right
now. This was the go-home episode before the pay per view on Saturday, which
means that the final angles leading into the event took place. Cody, the son of
Dusty Rhodes, cut a promo so great that the Rock gave him props on social
media. He’s challenging for the world championship against Chris Jericho, who
remains the best heel in the world. Check out the video he made mocking Cody’s
from a few weeks ago. I laughed out loud several times, including at this gem
quote from SPOILER AHEAD Virgil (!), going by the name of Soul Train Jones:
Jericho’s talent is like the breadsticks at Olive Garden – never ending.
Thursday, 11/07/19
Did you know that if the gas to your home is shut off even
for reasons that have nothing to do with your account being delinquent or,
really, anything that is a fault of your’s, that the gas company will not give
you an ETA as to when a technician will get out there to turn it back on? Now,
don’t get me wrong. I’m happy that they were able to detect and fix a leak
somewhere along the path to my apartment, as I dislike suffocating, being
poisoned, and being exploded. So, big ups for that. But when it’s 32 degrees
outside and I have to wait at home on a weekday morning, I would like to know
if I’ll be working from home either for part of, or all of, the day while
huddled under a blanket. But NO DICE. The gas company is like the cable company
in that they’ll send a tech out, who will get there when they get there.
Actually, the gas company didn’t even give me a window of time which the tech
could ignore, which I prefer. At least I know where I stand.
I did make it to the office after noon, and on the way home
apparently rode the train of the beast. Side note - I noticed this after
looking up from my copy of Stephen King’s Doctor Sleep.
EL DIABLO
Friday, 11/08/19
You know what happened today? I went to work, came home, got
food, and watched a movie on my couch. Glorious. I finally saw This is 40,
and I don’t know if the crush I have on Leslie Mann or the man-crush I have on Paul Rudd is greater. I’ll
turn 40 next year so this was kind of like a preview of my 2020 minus the good
looks, money, and fucking mansion of a home in which the characters live. Also,
this movie was a rare example of the relationship/marriage of characters on a show or movie being
INTERESTING. In most tv shows or movies, anything romance-related is only good
during the chase and is boring as fuck when they get together. Until this movie,
I only had one example where this wasn’t the case: April and Andy from Parks
& Rec, who were awesome apart and made each other even better. This
is 40 is so good that I hope in three years they make a sequel called This
is 50. I’m sure both of them will still look like fucking real-life
Photoshop.
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