Middle Age Crazy, Trying to Prove I Still Can

1 02 2017

Your Blogmeister’s Hotel Room

It’s finally starting to hit home when I put it in these terms:  “Next month, I turn 40.”

I actually looked forward to turning all my other previous milestone ages.

So, someone tell me why I’m freaking out and losing my mind over this particular one.

Ironically, not only do I think the decade I don’t want to face and the one I wish should hold off in arriving is going to be a very good one for me, but also at the same time, I have no desire to be 18 again.  Being 18 again means having to give up all of my accumulated wisdom from experience in the last 22 years.

Also, the way the midlife crisis is manifesting in me isn’t the red Corvette.  It’s the chronic worry that I’m going to leave this life at some point in the future not really having mattered to the world while in it.  My red Corvette is mattering, making something of a noticeable difference.  Hence, my startup.

You get both versions, the JLL version was cut the year I was born, while there’s a run on irony.

Oddly, almost everyone thinks that it’s Travis Tritt doing T. Graham Brown’s version.

And Now, Back to Our Regularly Scheduled Real World

22 01 2017

Your Blogmeister’s Desk

I don’t think I want to spin for quite some time to come, unless the compensation is extremely lucrative.

Because, once you’ve seen someone dressed up as a frog dancing to Jane Child and Shalamar, there’s nothing left to see.

Open thread to let me know what real world news I missed since Friday afternoon.

The Year of the Frog

19 01 2017

Your Blogmeister’s Hotel Room

How I’ll be commencing the year of the frog.

After I post whatever I do today, expect nothing until Sunday afternoon.

First off, I’ll be getting back home some time tonight.  I’ve made some really good progress on the startup this week, and on top of that I got some potentially good news of very good strike-while-the-iron-is-hot timing in the WSJ.

Two days ago, I got a call from someone who heard through the grapevine that I support Trump and do occasional spinning on the side.  Cut to the chase, I’ve been given a paid gig to spin for a local word-of-mouth invite-only Trump inauguration party that will be held in a secret location.  Since inauguration this time around is on a Friday, it means this particular party, and most inauguration parties I imagine, will be two-night affairs.

Which means I’ll be mostly off the grid for a few days.

And also, the power of networking.

The Party Really Is Over

8 01 2017

Your Blogmeister’s Desk

Gathered some grub from the grocery store this afternoon.

This song, though the slow version of it, the radio edit, was playing on the store’s PA.

You know, I’m so old that I remember that when you heard this version of this song, almost all asses got on the dance floor.

And now? Its derivative is being used for grocery store music, and Daft Punk is being used for talk radio bumpers.

It’s the cosmos’ way of telling me that I’m not as young as I used to be.

There But For the Grace, I’m Home

6 01 2017

Your Blogmeister’s Desk

First off, I didn’t exactly operate with an abundance of time on my hands.  I wish I could have combined my itinerary with meeting some of you, provided the geography would have worked out, but I just didn’t have the time.  After all, I was on a mission.  Especially since I got this close to where my biggest fan is, and the lair of the God-Emperor, and I got as close as the New Jersey Palisades, but no further.

And of course, on this day, some major shit would pop off at an airport, namely in Fort Lauderdale, and to top it all off, the shooter is believed to be from New Jersey.  Looks like your ever-lovin’ blogmeister was able to board the flight at Newark “Liberty” just in the Nick Stix of time.  What freaks me out is the “there but for the grace of God go I” thing — Since the shooter is from New Jersey, he could have just as easily done this at Newark, and at the time I was there.

As far as the mission, I think it was a success.  I was on a vital intel-gathering mission.  And I now know that my future adversaries’ hold on power, while it may seem unbreakable, is only superficial.  Once I invade their forts, I will be greeted as a liberator.

Career Track Not Taken

1 01 2017

Your Blogmeister’s Desk

Even though there was no potentially embarrassing incident last night like there was last year at this time, both go-arounds drove home a couple of conclusions:

(1) Why I like(d) DJing

(2) Why I never did it for a living.

Being a DJ is much the same as, but only slightly better than, being the designated driver.  And for much the same reason.  Think it through.

Another issue is that my skills aren’t exactly top drawer.  However, they are good enough such that my bosses didn’t have to hire a jock, they had a good enough one in-house that will work for past, present and future consideration, which is a polite way of saying “free.”

What’s In Store For Me in the New Current Year

31 12 2016

Your Blogmeister’s Desk

Three biggies:

(1) Yeah, the one I wish would be late, on March 31.

(2) Unless something weird happens, I finally get to start up my startup.

(3) Eclipse, baby!

An event I’ve been waiting for, for almost 30 years, because I was 11 years old when I first learned about the astronomical mechanics of solar eclipses, and saw that there would be one that went over the middle United States and close enough to home in August 2017.  “I’ll be 40 years old when I get to see this,” thought I.  “It’s going to be like waiting forever.”

Now I wonder where those 29 years went so quickly.