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Goodbye Wolfenstein. 

Warning.  This entry will include discussions of a pet’s death.  I feel it’s necessary as part of my grieving process.   

I’m starting this with links to videos and pictures of my dog: 

https://youtu.be/5Q_uPvVeSDA 

https://youtu.be/Q9tlOoayRCA 

https://youtu.be/EYdDQi5dZmQ 

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There are some great videos on my FB feed, but apparently, you can’t save or link to them because...reasons?  Fuck you, FB. 

Anyway.  

Wolfenstein died at around 11:55 pm on Friday 9/17/21.  He was about 13 years old.  I say “about” because I’m not sure.  My ex and I got him from a humane society in Janesville, WI in May of 2008, and we weren’t sure of his age.  He was young, and while I don’t believe he got taller, he did fill out some more over the next year or so.  I therefore believe he was around a year old.  He was our 5th dog, and very much mine. 

I know, I know.  Five dogs is way too many.  I agree, especially in hindsight.  But, we did live out in the country with an acre’s worth of a backyard, so we had the space.  I wouldn’t do it again, but live and learn. 

When my marriage ended in 2019, he was the only dog I took with me.  We euthanized one two days before I left, and my ex has since euthanized two more. Only Sawyer is left, and initially, we thought I might wind up with him too, but it didn’t work out that way, and likely for the best.  Wolfenstein and Sawyer didn’t get along that well.  Being in a house with a giant backyard was one thing.  Living in a two bedroom apartment and having to be walked together, and taken to dog parks?  I don’t think that would’ve been great.  But I digress. 

Wolf was healthy for most of his life.  Around September of 2020, he developed what I thought may have been an ear infection or irritation from an insect bite.  I noticed his scratching the inside of his ear more than normal, and when I checked on it, found some blood.  He’d scratched himself bloody.  Over the next few days, he stopped and his ear healed.  Now I suspect it was the start of what eventually killed him.   

The ear issue came back maybe three or four months later.  I could check vet records, but that’s not the point.  I took him in to have it looked at, and the vet thought Wolf had a tumor of some kind because he couldn’t see into the ear canal the way he expected, plus there was some swelling and redness.  He also said the only way to be sure would be a diagnostic image, which would require a trip to someplace that could do it, and at least $1000.  This was at a time when I didn’t have that much to my name.  Plus, they’d probably have to sedate Wolf to keep him still, and sedating a dog that age can be tricky.  I asked the vet to treat him as best he could, which he did. Wolfenstein was on antibiotics, and eventually steroids, for the rest of his life, and vet appointments roughly every two weeks.  Sometimes every week.  While he kept his appetite, getting him to take the pills wasn’t difficult.  I’d wrap them in ham, or stick them in a piece of a hot dog.  But eventually, getting him to eat wasn’t easy.   

Around four months ago, the tumor started to swell.  At its worst, he looked like he had a small ball inside his skull.  But, Wolfenstein had an appointment the day it really looked terrible, so I waited.  Well, it turned out the swelling was an abscess, likely caused by the tumor, and it ruptured.  That was actually good because the swelling vanished as it drained, and the vet cleaned it out.  The abscess would remain until he died, which prevented me from taking him to the dog park. Until then, I’d take him six days a week.  Once he had a seeping wound, taking him was problematic.  Inevitably, a dog would pay too much attention to it.  Wolf would get annoyed and snap at the offending animal.  It never caused a fight, but that was my fear.  It got close a couple of times, so I stopped taking him.  I’d walk him around the neighborhood myself, or let him wander around my apartment’s grassy area.  

Until he started having hind end issues.   

Looking back, he began having trouble getting up on tile in late 2020.  It became much worse over the last three months.  I asked the vet about it; he attributed it to a nerve issue that was untreatable.  It apparently happens regularly to big dogs, and Wolf was around 76 pounds for most of his life.  The last month or so, I put rugs in place to try and keep him from sleeping/laying down on bare tile, but he’d often find a bare spot, presumably because it was cooler.  I also began seriously thinking it was time to put him down, particularly when he had a bad day, and refused to eat. 

He stopped eating dry food three or four months ago, so I began mixing it with protein I’d make for myself - chicken, pork, ground turkey or ground beef.  He stopped eating twice a day and refused any dry food maybe three weeks ago, but he’d eat meat I cooked at least once a day.  He had a really bad time a couple of days before his last vet appointment, but the day after that and the day of the appointment, he was better.  I discussed euthanization with the vet, mainly because I felt forced to consider it, but we both agreed then wasn’t the time.  Yes, he had trouble getting up and was eating less, but he was also old.  Hell, I have good and bad days.   

The last two weeks were not good.  Getting up became increasingly difficult, especially when he was on bare tile.  I took him just about everywhere I went, and he could no longer hop into the back seat of my Honda Accord on his own.  I had to help him a little.  He’d still eat, but only once a day, at best.  He slept much more.  But, he was never in any pain.  At least not that he expressed.  He didn’t whine. He wasn’t sensitive to being touched anywhere, including his bad ear.  And, most of the time, he still had a spark in his eye.  If you’ve ever had an intelligent dog, you understand what I mean.  There were maybe two days where it seemed to be gone; those were the ones where I wondered if it was time.  But the spark would return, and he’d be what I considered his new normal.  

And this is what bothers me the most as I type this.  Should I have put him down?  When I think about it as objectively as I’m able, I say “no.”  If he’d been hurting, if he’d looked at me in a way that conveyed pain and/or a desire to just be done, I believe I would’ve known and acted accordingly.  I have before.  It’s difficult, yes, but it’s part of being a pet owner.  I will admit there may have been a time or two when I thought I saw that look, but if I did, it didn’t stay long.  Two weeks before he died, he even talked and played some.  Not like you’ll see in his videos, but some of his sass was there, and I welcomed it.  The last week?  No, but he’d still go outside, walk around, want some affection, and eat.  The bar was lower, but again, he was old.  He also had an appointment scheduled this Thursday.  I thought that might be the time, depending on how he was in the days to come.  I told him we’d go sooner if he let me know he was ready.   

The night he died, he wouldn’t walk when I took him outside.  He just lay down on the front patio. I got him to get up and walk briefly in the grass, but he just lay down again.  So we went back inside.  He lay on the tile in my bedroom.  I remember thinking if he was this bad in the morning, I’d probably put him down.  A few minutes before he died, I smelled what I thought was his passing gas.  I got up to take him out again, and noticed he’d crapped without getting up.  Just a little.  I encouraged him to get up so I could take him out, figuring he probably needed to go more.  He tried to get up, and I helped him.  Then he went limp.  When it happened, I thought he had some kind of stroke or something, and couldn’t support himself.  I think - THINK - he was still breathing.   

My first thought was “it’s time. I need to take him somewhere and let him go.”  My phone was in the living room. I picked it up and found a 24/7 emergency vet clinic close by.  I called my best friend, Andrew Wilson, because I wasn’t capable of carrying Wolfenstein to my car by myself.   

Yes, I realize that sounds pathetic, and it bothers me.  But I’m 52, obese, I have asthma issues, back problems, and have had a heart issue that should - SHOULD - be resolved.  Carrying 70 pounds from my apartment to my car isn’t going to happen.  So I needed help.  I did try to pick him up, and knew immediately that the best I could hope for was throwing my back out.  Then I’d still need help, and I’d be in serious pain for a week or two, depending on how badly I hurt myself and how I reacted to treatment.   

My call went to Andrew’s voice mail, so I texted him.  Bear in mind it’s almost midnight on Friday.  I felt bad enough needing help at all, much less at this time of night.  After my text, I checked on my dog.  That’s when I noticed he wasn’t breathing.  He was gone. Looking back, my guess is the strain of getting up that last time did cause some kind of stroke, probably because of the tumor in his head, and he died.  I didn’t come to this conclusion until later.   

Andrew called me back.  He agreed to come help me get my dog to the car, now for cremation.  I couldn’t just leave the corpse in my bedroom, nor did dragging him outside until the next day seem appropriate.  Andrew has been a big help in my life at least twice recently.  When my marriage ended and I moved back to AZ, I rented a room in his house until I found a job and my own place.  This is true friendship, and I’m forever grateful.   

Andrew decided it would be easiest for him to simply carry Wolfenstein himself.  By the time he got to my place, I’d wrapped the dog in a sheet and cleaned up the slight mess.  Andrew accompanied me to the clinic. I filled out some paperwork, they brought a gurney out to the car, rolled my dog inside, I paid their fee, and then I went home.   

I didn’t sleep much that night, maybe 3-4 hours.  I slept well enough last night, and should be ok tonight.  I cried some the night Wolfenstein died, and again yesterday. It sort of sneaks up on me and overwhelms me.  I still find myself thinking of things I need to do for him, and then remember I don’t.  That will pass soon enough.  I also feel the need to say my memories of that night may not be the best.  I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly, but I’ve done my best to be honest.   

I don’t anticipate getting another dog soon, if at all.  My ex and I had pets nearly the whole time we were together - almost 20 years - and it was the same growing up.  Honestly, I welcome not having the responsibility for a while.  It’s one thing when you have a partner willing to help; it’s another when one lives alone, and has an eye towards playing gigs again within the next year or two.   

Wolfenstein was a wonderful dog, and I miss him. I will for a long time, probably the rest of my days.  I sometimes thought he may have been better off with a different owner; someone more active.  He enjoyed running; I don’t run.  I did play with him in his youth, and when he had a huge excess of energy, I would literally take him for a trot down country roads while I drove my riding lawn mower.  But he had a pretty good life, and I believe he was well cared for.  He was clearly my dog, and I’m fairly sure anyone who saw us together knew that.  It seemed pretty obvious.   

I also question whether or not I should have euthanized him, but I keep coming back to the fact that, while he had mobility issues and was on medications, he didn’t seem to be in pain.  Could I have been wrong?  Yes.  But had it been clear to me, I would’ve taken care of him.  I owed him that, and more.   

On a lighter note, work continues on a new batch of songs and a new book.  Both should be released sometime next year, hopefully before June, possibly sooner.  

Take care. 

09/19/2021

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To Stream Or Not To Stream 

I don’t have much to share today, but I want to get back in the habit of posting regularly.   

I do have one thought. I’ve talked about perhaps streaming regularly, and while I’m still considering the idea, I’m not particularly interested in doing so. I think I figured out why.  

I don’t care much for watching live streams - with one notable exception, but after the time change, i can’t watch Guy Davis’ morning stream - so why would I do one?  I love live music.  Watching performers I enjoy is one of the joys of life.  But watching online isn’t the same.  Is it better than nothing?  I suppose so.  I’ve also gotten away from watching concert videos; pretty much the same reason.  Part of it may be as I acquired a taste for acoustic artists, I was able to see my favorites in small venues.  The intimacy of these shows is part of the experience.  My last major rock show was Rush in Milwaukee on the Snakes and Arrows tour. I enjoyed the show well enough, but the electric guitar sound was pretty bad (not the norm for them), and the complete lack of intimacy was horrible compared to shows I’d seen from Guy Davis, Chris Smither, Dan Navarro, and Todd Snider.  That vibe and feel just isn’t part of watching online. 

However, I also understand that doing a livestream potentially exposes me to people who’d never otherwise see or hear me, and that can’t be ignored.  So, the idea is in flux.  Right now, my thought is to do something weekly consisting of 4 songs - 3 originals and 1 cover - but I’m not quite willing to commit to it.   

Work on my next book and new songs continues. 

Todd

05/16/2021

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Just a Few Words 

Not much I feel the need to discuss, so I’ll just start typing and see what happens. 

I’ve been spending more time thinking about live streaming; I think it’s something I’m going to start doing once a week.  Maybe more, depending on how it goes.  I’ll probably bop around Facebook, YouTube, and Reddit.  Not sure if I’ll settle on a single host or if I’ll consistently alternate.  I discussed it some with Dan Navarro last week; he offered some tips.  Thank you sir. 

I think it’s time for a new audio interface.  I’ve been using an Apogee One for years. Like, since 2008.  It still works and I’m still happy with it, but I’d like to be able to record more than a single track and use more than one microphone at a time.  So I’m checking into options.  There are MANY.  My PowerMac is the 2013 model, so it’s a bit dated, but still powerful.  At one point, I wanted an interface with a Thunderbolt connection, but mine is 2nd generation, and the world has moved on to 3rd, and some devices aren’t compatible with the 2nd.  So I may stick with USB.  We’ll find out.  I’d definitely like to upgrade. 

I visited my mother yesterday. I go once a month, but that may change during the summer.  Her dogs and mine don’t get along very well in her house, but they’re fine in the yard.  The last time I visited, my dog chose to stay outside the whole time.  Yesterday, he was in the house because it was about 100 outside.  There wasn’t a problem, but he just doesn’t like being approached by her dogs inside.   

That’s it for now.  Take care.  

05/02/2021

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First In Person Show in Over a Year 

I saw Dan Navarro play his first public concert since the pandemic shut everything down last night.  It was a house show, which means it was in someone’s backyard.  We visited before he played, and it was great to see him again.  Dan is also from Calexico, and knew my mother and aunt in school.  His main claim to fame is probably co-writing the Pat Benatar hit, “We Belong,” and he has a catalogue of great songs.  He’s begun a 10 week tour driving around the country in a converted van; the goal was to tour safely and stay out of planes and airports.  More power to him.  For more, visit his website: 

DanNavarro.com 

I have the prologue and first two chapters of my next book done.  Granted, they’re subject to revision, but I like what I have and where it’s going.  I find myself working on the book outside of scheduled times, and that’s a good thing.   

And yes, I schedule time on my calendar to work on my creative pursuits. It’s the only way that seems to ensure I maintain consistency.  I don’t adhere to it religiously, but having the schedule does seem to be the extra bit of motivation I need.  It seems silly.  Why is it necessary?  There is literally no one else in my life who is affected by my schedule. I don’t count my employer; the job comes first.  Duh.  But it helps, so I do it.  I work on music or my book six days a week.  I alternate (for the most part) on weekdays, and do both on weekends. I usually take Friday night off.   

I’m toying with the idea of streaming once a week.  My current idea is to perform four songs on Saturday afternoon on Facebook, YouTube, or Reddit.  We’ll see if that happens. 

That’s it for now.  Stay healthy and safe. 

04/25/2021

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Keepin' On 

It’s official.  I’ve begun work on my next book and batch of songs.  In my last entry, I said I’d be writing a book based on one of my albums, “The Life & Times of Snuffy Wilson.”  That’s still the case.  As I type this, I’ve completed the outline, prologue, and most of chapter one.  I shared the material with a book loving friend who enjoys my writing, and she likes what I have so far better than “The Eyes in my Dreams,” which she loves.  I trust her to be honest with me, otherwise I wouldn’t seek her opinion.   

“The Eyes in my Dreams” was, among other things, my learning how to write a book.  I started with an idea, and began writing. I didn’t have an outline, I had some idea of where I thought things might go, and not much else.  The first draft alone took a long damn time to finish, and then the rewrites began.  At the time, I had an acquaintance who is a published writer, and he agreed to have a look.  He enjoyed it, but damn.  He trashed it hard, in terms of editing.  He suggested a book that teaches how to self edit and prepare a book for publishers and/or publication, so I read that, took notes, and applied it to my work.  I think that was the second rewrite, and I believe there was one more before I semi rewrote it again as I recorded the audio book.   

Good times.   

Looking back, I truly cannot remember how long the whole process took. I could probably find out by checking the dates on some older files, but why bother?  I was learning how to do it.  Oh, and of course,I tried shopping it around to agents and some publishers; no takers. That’s fine.  I chose to self publish, and I will again.  If “Eyes” or “Snuffy” find an audience, great. Same with my music.  If not?  Well, I’ll just keep doing what I need to do.   

I also started the next batch of songs, and I suspect I’ll finally address my failed marriage at least once. The last thing my ex said in my presence was “I love you.”  There’s a fucking song in there, and I’m going to write it.  Yes, we spoke after that, but only via instant message, email, and a couple of phone calls.  I don’t hate her or anything like that, so there won’t be any songs about what an evil bitch she is - she’s not.  The marriage ended.  It happens.   

I have the beginnings of one other song, and that’s it.  We’ll see where things go.  My initial inclination is to have each song be just voice and guitar, like #OMOVOY was.  No idea if that’s how the songs will turn out. 

Lastly, I’ll be getting my first vaccination shot tomorrow.  Whoo hoo. 

That’s it for now.  

04/18/2021

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What's Next? 

I completed my One Man. One Voice. One Year. (#OMOVOY) project on 3/28/21 with “Even My Shoes Got The Blues.”   

Side note - that wasn’t the song I intended to use; I’d been practicing “I’m The King” from “The Life And Times of Snuffy Wilson,” but on a whim, I recorded one take of “Shoes” and figured I’d add it as a bonus video if I liked it.  I did, but I couldn’t get a decent recording of “King.”  So, I went with “Shoes,” which I hadn’t played for at least five years, maybe closer to ten.  Life can be weird. 

I started the project as an echo to “Twenty Aught Eight” where I wrote, recorded, and posted a new song every week for a year.  #OMOVOY was not new songs, but instead, was videos of just me and my guitar.  About a third of the way into it, I decided to add cover songs.  Originals were released on Sundays, covers on Wednesdays.   

I enjoyed myself, and it was great practice.  I recorded songs I never thought I’d actually try (Hallelujah comes to mind) and felt good about the results.  It’s amazing what consistent practice and work can do.   

Duh, right? 

Back when I started working on “Words, Music, & Pain” in 2017 or so, I was not happy with my vocals.  I had a full time job that required an hour’s commute each way, so in order to make use of that time, I created backing tracks and practiced singing while I drove. I’d try recording on weekends, and it was a long damn time before I felt like I was hearing anything I liked.  I didn’t wind up keeping any recorded vocals until 2019. 

Looking back, I wasn’t happy with my singing because I’d stopped practicing consistently for at least...hm.  I’d say 3-4 years.  Time starts to slip by when you focus on other things.  I won’t get into them here, but my life was pretty much a mess.  These days I like my singing. I’m not a world class vocalist, and never will be.  But I can produce recordings I enjoy and am willing to share with the world.  It wasn’t always so.   

I didn’t license all the cover songs, so their audio files are not for sale.  My material is, and right now, it’s all available as singles. I’m going to compile them into an album, and will start that process this week or the following weekend.  The existing singles will disappear in favor of the album.  Then I’ll begin my next creative pursuit.   

What will that be? 

I’ve decided to write another book, and it will be based on one of my existing albums - “The Life And Times of Snuffy Wilson.”  The plot and high points of the story are already flashed out; I essentially have an outline, so I think it will be sort of like connecting the dots.  I started to write it once before, but I didn’t get very far.  I have no idea how long it will take, and I don’t anticipate self imposing a deadline, but if my productivity lags, I may. 

To date, it’s been my inclination to focus on one project at a time, but I’m going to try and change that.  Why?  Because of what I said earlier about my vocals.  It’s not difficult for me to get my guitar chops back after a layoff; singing a different story.  So, I’m also going to write and practice material for the next album, but I have no idea when it may be done.  I’d guess sometime in 2022.  I might post the occasional new video along the way, but I’m not committing to anything. 

So, yeah.  I’ll start work on a new book and a new album. Why? 

Well, what else am I going to do?  I took a couple of weeks off after ending #OMOVOY, and while I needed it, I sometimes felt the urge to be productive.  I’m 51.  Time is my most valuable asset.  Laying on my couch and watching TV shows/movies all weekend may sometimes be necessary, but it ain’t gonna get stuff done.  And I *need* to be creative.  To be blunt, it keeps me sane and happier, even when it’s frustrating - and make no mistake - creating (and recording) can be exceptionally difficult, especially when nothing seems to be going as I’d like.  

But hey.  That’s life.   

I’ll also start posting my thoughts regularly again; I didn’t feel the need while releasing material.  

Be good. 

04/11/2021

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An Update 

I know, I know.  It’s been a long time since I rock and rolled. 

No, wait...that’s not quite right.   

It’s been a long time since my last blog entry.  Yeah, that’s what I meant.  A few things have happened since my last Thoughts page.   

I moved into a new apartment.  There wasn’t anything wrong with the last place; it was just too expensive, and when the lease came up for renewal, they wanted to increase the rent by about $90.  Nope.  It was a nice apartment and I really liked the location, but I was spending too much. I took it at the end of Nov 2019 for a couple of reasons. 

First, I was just about done with a bankruptcy.  It hadn’t been discharged yet, so most places wouldn’t even consider me.  After speaking with me and checking whatever he wanted to check, the owner decided he would rent to me.  That was important. 

Second, the location was almost perfect.  Less than a 15 minute drive to work, my dojo and two dog parks within about 10 minutes, and about 15 minutes to my best friend’s place.  Yeah, it was under the flight path of the airport, but that wasn’t much of a problem.   

But again, too expensive.  As I found out when I went looking for a new place, living in Tempe is more costly.  After a couple of false starts, I found my current rental.  It’s a two bedroom standalone bungalow (in a group of two rows of three) near 12th St and Camelback in Phoenix.  A little further away from my job, but I’m working from home until at least July, and it seems likely that will become a permanent option.  There are two dog parks 10-15 minutes away, depending on traffic.  My best friend is probably about 20-30 minutes away.  But, I’m no longer in the flight path of the airport, and the neighborhood is very quiet.  However, my car insurance jumped up a bit, and I understand why.  There is a lot more traffic in this area.  And, the place is actually a little smaller than my last one; I was hoping to find something a touch bigger.   

But, ultimately, I like this cottage better. I have a little back yard for my dog, which is nice.  I still walk him and/or take him to the dog park every day (except some Sundays) because it’s important, but it’s convenient being able to let him out without having to leash and walk him.  Overall, it just feels more like a home.  My home.  I hope to be here for a long time.   

A HUGE thanks to my friends who helped me move.  It was a tremendous help. 

#OMOVOY continues.  I’m enjoying it.   

I’m pretty sure my next book will be “The Life and Times of Snuffy Wilson.”  Yes, I have an album by that name.   The book will use that collection of songs as inspiration, but I don’t think I’ll start writing (again - I started once briefly years ago) until #OMOVOY is complete.  

The audio book for “The Eyes In My Dream” has been released.  You can find a link in the table of contents of this site, or here.   

Bye Trump.  Thanks for playing. 

Happy Holidays to all.  

12/20/2020

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My New Book is Here! 

Well.  Check this out.  I wrote and released a book. 

“The Eyes In My Dream” took me 5-6 years from start to finish. I discuss the process a little on the book’s page; click on the link in the website’s table of contents.   

The audio version is currently going through audible.com’s approval process.  Assuming no hiccups, it should be available by 10/4/20.   

I’m probably going to make a print on demand version available; I plan to take a closer look at what’s involved later today. 

One Man. One Voice. One Year. #OMOVOY continues.  I’m releasing original songs on Sundays and cover tunes on Wednesdays.  I hope to keep that formula for the rest of the project’s duration - last video will be 3/28/21.   

I’m going to write another book.  As I type this, I don’t know what it will be, but I have a few thoughts.  I could revisit one of the characters from “The Eyes In My Dream.”  I think I could do a series of books based around one of them.  I could also write something to go with “The Life and Times of Snuffy Wilson.”  I actually started at least twice before abandoning it.   

I don’t have any other ideas at the moment, and I’m not sure when I’ll start.  I did just release something after all, and it’s not like I don’t have things to occupy my time.   

Oh, I did have a sort of close call with the audio book. I’ve done a few now, so I’ve developed a process. I usually read through / record a chapter, then go back and edit it - meaning I redo anything that’s necessary, remove mistakes or choose the best takes, etc.  I’ll usually do a separate track for each page.  It turns out I hadn’t edited the last couple of pages.  I damn near put it out that way.  

Oops. 

Thankfully, I caught it, and only did so because I wanted to add the chapter titles to the audio version.   

I know I haven’t kept up on my blog consistently, and I should.  I just don’t always have much to say.  Or, I do, but don’t feel like saying it publicly.   

That’s it for now.  Be good. 

09/07/2020

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A Few Words 

It’s been some time since my last post.   I tend to get caught up with things I prioritize, and my blog is fairly low on the list.  Go figure.  But, I have a few thoughts to share. 

ACAB (all cops are bastards) has sprung up in the wake of BLM (black lives matter) and the movement to defund police.   

Is anyone else amused and saddened by the fucking irony?   

Isn’t lumping all of a group of people into a single category pretty much the same as racism?  

I’m sure there are plenty of dirty and crooked cops.  I’m also sure there are plenty of good ones who try to do the best job they can every day.  They’re human beings.  They’re fallible.  They’re also not all the fucking same.  And yet, there seems to be a growing number of people who hate all cops.  Fucking stupid.  

I need to have my teeth cleaned; my insurance will cover it.  I also need two more root canals; my insurance will cover part of it.  Take care of your teeth, kids.   

At one point, I firmly believed the world was overreacting to covid.  Now I’m not so sure.  Masks seem to be required in just about any enclosed public setting, and I get it.  I still FUCKING HATE wearing one because I get claustrophobic any time my face is covered.  However, I have a face shield, and wearing it is no problem.  Obscures my vision a bit, but I’ll take that over the normal mask every time. 

My book should be published shortly.  I’m just waiting on the cover art.   

That’s it for now.  Be good.  Stay healthy and safe. 

08/02/2020

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Just a Quick Blurb 

Man.  

Covid is apparently kicking the shit out of AZ.  I say “apparently” because I don’t know anyone who’s had it, but if the numbers being broadcast can be believed, it’s worse now than ever.   

Am I still skeptical? 

I suppose it depends on how you define that word.  Either this thing is very real, or this is one hell of a hoax.  I’ve never disputed its reality; I just thought the reaction was overblown.  Was I wrong?  Maybe.  I don’t know for sure.  I do think part of the problem is our weakened immune system; it needs something to fight and develop so that when something tougher comes along, it’s up to the challenge.   

When I was growing up, hand sanitizer wasn’t a thing.  Good hygiene was enough.  Does/did it do some good?   I suppose so.  And clearly, our immune system alone isn’t enough.  We have all sorts of vaccines that help us grow up healthy (hopefully).  So, maybe I’m entirely fucking wrong.  I used the word “think” for a reason. 

I continue to make music.  It’s part of what I do.  Giant part of who I am.  I’ve also finished the audio for my book, so I’m just waiting on cover art from a friend, and then my literary genius shall be unleashed unto the world!!!   

Heh. 

That’s it for now.  Be good. 

07/02/2020

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