When an alternative/indie song from 2018 sounds like it came right out of the 60s.
Finally Mine was this years NBA Finals theme song. So, it fits the game category.
Yesterday, I attended my Uncle Jim’s memorial service. He had been a very successful businessman. He had been the Vice President of a big company and the President when it became international. He was one of those people that could relate and talk to anyone. He was the youngest of my mom’s 3 siblings, and the one that had been cherished by my grandparents the most.
At the service there were 4 speakers. His best friend since the 8th grade, Mackie, a judge. He was followed by 2 men I didn’t know that had worked with him for decades. The last speaker was his son in law, Peter. There was a guy who played guitar and sang. The last song played was Roll Me Up and Smoke Me When I Die. Jim had planned he entire service ahead of time.
Yay. I got a new phone. Happy dance.
So, at work, we’re redesigning the place. Installing various fixtures, building stuff. Normally it’s Rachel in charge, with me second. I’m always doing this kind of stuff at work. So, I kinda know how to do it.
Today, for some reason reason, Mark was in charge. Rachel was not there. He’s never been a part of these transitions before. But, since he’s a MAN (more like clueless Neanderthal), he knows EVERYTHING.
I was always horrible at strategic games. Checkers, chess, monopoly, Risk. One time I got beat by a monkey, who made random moves, on a video chess game. It was level zero. Level one was a 5 year old. I can’t think more than 2 moves ahead. I’ve learned a few opening moves from books, but that’s about it.
Other stuff I’m really good at. A natural, if there is such a thing.
But not strategy. I will probably forever be the guy who gets captured first. The first one out in hide and seek. Always it in tag. Maybe, I’ll have one house in the slums of Monopoly.
I’m not really a competitor. If I’m last, I’m last. If people think I suck, I suck.
But, if I’m really interested in something and truly love it, I’m all over it.
If it’s Rubik’s cube, I’m out. If it’s memorization, I’m in. If it’s Sudoku, I’m out. If it’s Crossword puzzles, I’m in.
I’m great in Geometry, awful in Algebra. I’m written a Symphony, but still get confused with right and left. Forget about directions. If people say, “Go North on Elm street”, I look up. I don’t know where north is. Or south, east, and west.
I’m good with concepts and figuring out people’s convoluted discussions. I can usually figure out the difference between fact and bullshit.
But yeah, if we play chess, I’m gonna lose that queen in about 5 moves.
Work was average. I was outside most of the time and it was super-hot. Mid 90s with high humidity. Mark acted like his stupid macho usual self. Actually kinda worse. If I hear that how he got shot story one more time I’m going to scream. I think Friday is his last day. I hope he doesn’t return from beyond.
Some lady ran into the side of the building with her car. She jumped the curb. Part of the outside of the building is jacked. Loose bricks and all that. The inside is pushed in and there are big wood splinters all over. Plus, the window is goofed up and all askew. I’m just glad nobody was standing there, or walking by. I don’t see anybody surviving that. I must be bad luck, because everywhere I’ve gone or been this week has some kind of weird stuff happen. It’s either coincidence, or I’m Carrie.