The Mother of All Headaches (UPDATE)

Monday yesterday and my lower back is barking...and my work chair is like a torture rack. Ask the FM for a new chair (I've had this one about 8 years), by his timetable it will be summer before I see one. Right now I'm sitting forward like I'm kneeling in church with a small pillow behind my back. The thought of getting out of chair is excrutiating in itself.

With that in mind I took the night off from lifting. And that's a tough on eto make since I cannot go on Tuesday night typically. Went to bed early, and woke up with the Mother of All Headaches!

Right now it's hanging low on my brow. And working its way into my traps. I'm walking around like a castmemeber (the dead kind) on TWD. The weather is shitty so I don't think that is helping.

11:30AM UPDATE: I GOT A NEW CHAIR. FEELS BETTER ALREADY!

GET READY FOR SOME TURKEY!

Be home in 90 or so...gotta clean my fresh bird, then brine the living bejesus out of tomorrow evening's most spectacular guest. Got a Pork Loin I gotta truss up and get in a rub. Most of my peelables (Sweet Potatoes, Turnips) are peeled. I'll peel the white taters later or manana. Then it's a few cold ones with some neighborly types at the local dive bar.

Book Review

Being a fan of the band Alice in Chains, I purchased and read the book pictured stage left. Great band. Pretty sad story.

Lesson: DRUGS WILL DESTROY YOU.

Dumb Co-Workers

I don't have the heart to tell people that work at same company they are stupid. The fact that they are and don't have a clue means they probably wouldn't get it anyway.

Civic Duty

SoulSlam was called for jury duty (for the 4th time!) and I was supposed to be at the courthouse today...but last night I got a text saying I was excused. So I didn't have to go.

But unlike others I speak to who do their damnedest to get out of JD, SoulSlam feels that this is a civic duty we should all be proud to participate in. But what does SoulSlam know?

5K Truthers

So Saturday our little burg held a 5K. 10th annual. And since the BWSS (Beautiful Wife of SoulSlam) is in charge of running it (as well as running in it), so I get roped asked to announce the winners at the end and help out generally. This year I hung out at the finish and made sure ALL runners knew the proper protocol to follow as they finished (basically stay in order and hand the bottom of your race number to the folks for tracking). If you've ever met me you know one thing, I am a loud person. Big voice. When I want to anyway. Saturday I was just that.

So first guy comes in at 15 minutes and then everybody thereafter. Now some people may take a long time to finish. The DFL was probably close to an hour. So after this happens the race times are quantified and certified by an independent race organization. Now the fun starts.

We all assemble at the local community center gym...where there's ample water, bananas and a DJ playing some tunes. And of course, every human has their social media machines so they can stay occupied. But apparently waiting is not in anybody's lexicon of things anymore. Person after person comes up and asks "when we will announce the results?" To which I reply "when I get the numbers". It's 10:30 AM and you juts ran a race...relax superstar.

So results come in and SoulSlam gets down to announcing overall winner, female and male. Ladies first. "Overall top female is blah blah blah from Wayne NJ with a time of 19:44..." and this nice person comes down to inform me that WAS NOT HER TIME, HER TIME WAS XXX. So at that point I say into the mike, OK we're done announcing times. I'm not fighting with these dopes.

Lots (some) of people complaining about this and that and this and that...you are an adult. You will never be a world-class runner. So stop acting like 15 seconds means anything, stupid.

DST Blues

I've noticed as I get older I'm having sleep issues around the daylight savings time (DST) dates. After barely sleeping Saturday night, I passed out early Sunday night (so I have to watch TWD on-demand later) but I was wide awake by 4AM. And that means it's gonna be a looooooong day.

And Now...Broscience

I like the whole #Broscience thing. It's whatever you want anything to be. So you don't have to worry about anything.

A Series for the Ages

Great World Series...7 games, comeback and extra innings then a threat to tie again. Wow. Drama.

Of course I was so wrong on my predictions I won't eb getting work as a fortune teller.

MO-Vember

I'm thinking about rocking a mustache this month...