Monthly Archives: November 2009

Turn it up! Yeah!

Nothing like being up at 6 a.m. Sunday morning with Batman Returns blaring in the background from a surround-sound TV.

But that’s where I found myself this past weekend.

The cost of volunteering the overnight (11 p.m. to 7 a.m.) at a hospice with an elderly woman hard of hearing:

Priceless. “I’m only an hour or less away from being the same way,” I thought.

Reminded me of the last concert to which I went as a teenager.

Metallica? No.

Guns-N-Roses? No.

Not even Autograph.

No, it was a Christian rock band named Petra at the Landmark Theatre in Syracuse, N.Y.

Even though we — my parents, who were chaperones for almost every Christian rock concert I attended as a teenager, my sister and a friend — sat in the rear of the balcony, we could hear and feel fine the sounds and vibrations coming off the Marshall stacks on stage.

Years later, The Wife and I went to a Christian rock concert with a band named Polarboy at a small park in southern New Jersey., which rivaled the Petra concert.

Although perhaps about 30 to 40 people were there, the sound guys wanted to see if they could test the sound barrier on the small audience.

When I tried to tell them that they really didn’t need it, they basically told me I could go to hell, which didn’t seem quite right for a band that was trying to get its followers to go to heaven.

Luckily, I was, and am, Catholic, so had, and have, the option to go in between. Ha ha.

Cue the music.

Tune 1:

Or Tune 2:

“Purgatory” by Pat Benatar

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** Um, yeah, this pretty much was an excuse to post Autograph’s “Turn Up The Radio.” Sorry, love the song and the video in all its cheesy 80ness. :)

A belated Thanksgiving Midweek Review Library Loot Flashback Friday Review of Challenges post

Yep, I’m lazy and combining posts today…

…from Thanksgiving to my “regularly scheduled” (ahem, if you’ve been here a while, it’s very “irregularly scheduled”) posts of Midweek Review and Flashback Friday and Library Loot (which I toss in every once in a while).

A hodge-podge if you will, sort of like a plate on Thanksgiving, with a little bit of this and that thrown on the plate.

library-loot For what am I least grateful this week?

So in my last Library Loot post I mentioned The Professional by Robert B. Parker, and I’m going to mention it again this time around as, again combining posts here, one of the things for which I’m least grateful this week.

Each Monday, a small group of ladies participate in the meme Sleeping with Bread, started by Mary-Lue and based off the book by the same name and on the Friday before that, I post something I call Flashback Friday (today on Saturday) as part of that. The meme is based on the Examen as practiced by St. Ignatius of Loyola.

I enjoyed Spenser novels when I was a teenager and in college, but I think Parker has taken the character as far as he can go and it is time for him to retire the legendary hard-boiled detective. It’s the same way I feel about Michael Connelly’s Harry Bosch character. It’s time for him to retire too. I won’t belabor the point, because unfortunately neither one is worth discussing further, even though I have enjoyed both authors’ characters in the past.

Another book and series for which I’m least grateful this week is Lynda La Plante DCI Anna Travis series. Earlier this week, against my better judgment I picked up the third in the series, Clean Cut, and after only about 20 pages into it, I decided to quit. Why? La Plante wrote the acclaimed British series Prime Suspect, which I loved. However, I don’t think the brilliance carries over here, because I feel like I’m reading a screenplay. The stories here feel like just a long string of “and thens.” And then Anna did this…and then Anna did that…and then Anna…blah blah blah. I think actually I’ve been spoiled by reading Agatha Christie mysteries too, where Christie has her plot so meticulously planned, and I don’t get the same feeling from La Plante.

For what am I most grateful this week?

agatha_christie_rcClassics, especially the aforementioned Agatha Christie, of whose books I picked up two from the library this past week: Poirot Loses A Client (aka Dumb Witness) and Death on the Nile. I am reading both as part of the Agatha Christie Reading Challenge (click on badge to sign up yourself for the challenge).

For links to the reviews of the first 20 Agatha Christie mysteries I’ve read so far this year as part of the challenge, see my Challenges page.

I also picked up Ovid’s Metamorphoses from the library, for another challenge in which I’m participating, the Really Old Classics Challenge (again click on button, this time to go to challenge’s main page, where you can sign up if you’re so inclined). I had taken this book out of the library a few months ago with the intention of reading it, but didn’t get to it.

All three of these books also fit with yet a third challenge (yes, I need to add these to my challenges page, one thing at a time): Blogger Unplugged, hosted by Jen of Devourer of Books and Candace of Beth Fish Reads. They have no sign-up page, but the challenge here is to unplug from Facebook, from Twitter, from your blog, from your computer essentially, especially during the holidays to fight blogger burnout and catch up on reading and with family and friends (Real Life, in other words). I’m all for that.

Now if only I can catch up with the 79 blog posts in my Google Reader this afternoon (rolling eyes) and figure out which running backs to play this week on my fantasy football team (member of the “vaunted” Humor Bloggers Fantasy Football League), I’ll be golden.

This post also can be found on my main blog, an unfinished person (in an unfinished universe).

A belated Thanksgiving Midweek Review Library Loot Flashback Friday Review of Challenges post

Yep, I’m lazy and combining posts today…

…from Thanksgiving to my “regularly scheduled” (ahem, if you’ve been here a while, it’s very “irregularly scheduled”) posts of Midweek Review and Flashback Friday and Library Loot (which I toss in every once in a while).

A hodge-podge if you will, sort of like a plate on Thanksgiving, with a little bit of this and that thrown on the plate.

library-loot For what am I least grateful this week?

So in my last Library Loot post I mentioned The Professional by Robert B. Parker, and I’m going to mention it again this time around as, again combining posts here, one of the things for which I’m least grateful this week.

Each Monday, a small group of ladies participate in the meme Sleeping with Bread, started by Mary-Lue and based off the book by the same name and on the Friday before that, I post something I call Flashback Friday (today on Saturday) as part of that. The meme is based on the Examen as practiced by St. Ignatius of Loyola.

I enjoyed Spenser novels when I was a teenager and in college, but I think Parker has taken the character as far as he can go and it is time for him to retire the legendary hard-boiled detective. It’s the same way I feel about Michael Connelly’s Harry Bosch character. It’s time for him to retire too. I won’t belabor the point, because unfortunately neither one is worth discussing further, even though I have enjoyed both authors’ characters in the past.

Another book and series for which I’m least grateful this week is Lynda La Plante DCI Anna Travis series. Earlier this week, against my better judgment I picked up the third in the series, Clean Cut, and after only about 20 pages into it, I decided to quit. Why? La Plante wrote the acclaimed British series Prime Suspect, which I loved. However, I don’t think the brilliance carries over here, because I feel like I’m reading a screenplay. The stories here feel like just a long string of “and thens.” And then Anna did this…and then Anna did that…and then Anna…blah blah blah. I think actually I’ve been spoiled by reading Agatha Christie mysteries too, where Christie has her plot so meticulously planned, and I don’t get the same feeling from La Plante.

For what am I most grateful this week?

agatha_christie_rcClassics, especially the aforementioned Agatha Christie, of whose books I picked up two from the library this past week: Poirot Loses A Client (aka Dumb Witness) and Death on the Nile. I am reading both as part of the Agatha Christie Reading Challenge (click on badge to sign up yourself for the challenge).

For links to the reviews of the first 20 Agatha Christie mysteries I’ve read so far this year as part of the challenge, see my Challenges page.

I also picked up Ovid’s Metamorphoses from the library, for another challenge in which I’m participating, the Really Old Classics Challenge (again click on button, this time to go to challenge’s main page, where you can sign up if you’re so inclined). I had taken this book out of the library a few months ago with the intention of reading it, but didn’t get to it.

All three of these books also fit with yet a third challenge (yes, I need to add these to my challenges page, one thing at a time): Blogger Unplugged, hosted by Jen of Devourer of Books and Candace of Beth Fish Reads. They have no sign-up page, but the challenge here is to unplug from Facebook, from Twitter, from your blog, from your computer essentially, especially during the holidays to fight blogger burnout and catch up on reading and with family and friends (Real Life, in other words). I’m all for that.

Now if only I can catch up with the 79 blog posts in my Google Reader this afternoon (rolling eyes) and figure out which running backs to play this week on my fantasy football team (member of the “vaunted” Humor Bloggers Fantasy Football League), I’ll be golden.

The Injustice of Procrastination

Last month I signed up for:

that is going on all this month over at Humor Bloggers dot com. This evening is my first post about injustice, specifically the injustice of procrastination.

Actually, technically this morning was my first blog post for the campaign, but by the time I am posting this it will be late afternoon and/or early evening for many of you. However, I decided I’d still post it. After all, to paraphrase the great Kim Mitchell, “might as go well up sometime day, nobody hurts and nobody cries.”

…although I think you’d be crying if you missed this, which might be the magnum opus of my oeuvre here (I know pretty sad if this is true). It would hurt you.

That’s not the only injustice. You could have been falling asleep to this post this morning instead of falling asleep to it this afternoon/evening. But no, I had to rob you of that. Procrastination is like that. It robs you and me of time.

Last week I wrote a blog post on one of my other blogs about getting up earlier to exercises and to read Scriptures (Christian Scriptures, you infidels, that’s why it capitalized; all other scriptures are lower case and, therefore, inferior). A week later, I have yet to do that. Tonight I will have a legitimate excuse for not getting up early tomorrow morning as I will volunteering at a hospice from 11 p.m. to 7 a.m.

Otherwise, I have not had much of an excuse, unless playing Bejeweled Blitz or Mafia Wars on Facebook or even reading your blogs can be counted as an excuse. Yes, even you, dear reader/blogger, are to blame for my procrastination. After all, I am not going to take the blame myself. That would be a graver injustice than procrastination. I believe there is enough blame to go around…

…of course, I’ll divvy it out appropriately at a later time.

So what to do about this injustice of procrastination? I’ll be honest and tell you I’m not sure how it can be combated. Maybe it will come to me…

…tomorrow.

Note: I resemble this video except for the part about doing the dishes as my wife will tell you.

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