Tag: pointless blathering

Ahem

I would like to take this moment to say to the world: I am in a depressed, pathetic state of mind. No, that has nothing to do with the Georgia/Alabama game. I am incredibly grateful that no one invited me to a Secret Santa…

Happy Thanksgiving from Jay

At times, when I stop and attempt to be “thankful”, I realize that I have life so absurdly good that it’s almost embarrassing. And I don’t mean in terms of the amount of money I bring home on my paycheck or the amount of…

Holding Back The Years

I have been feeling pathetically old lately. I’m actually only 51, but the gray-haired stranger that stares out of the mirror at me is someone who (to me) looks far closer to joining Marley (who was dead, make no mistake about that) than I’d…

I Hate My Brain

My brain lies to me all the time. Right now there is nothing wrong with my life. Everything’s okay. Work is fine. I’m not over my head in debt. The weather’s fine. I need to lose about 40 pounds (okay, that’s one major dissatisfier), but…

Marching Into Oblivion, Part 2

A few days ago I wrote about how depressed I am about: not having had kids realizing that when I die I have no one to stick with getting rid of all my junk, and realizing that my life is pretty much just “blah”…

Pickles and Wines, and That

For the first time in my entire life, I’m running for public office. Namely, for the not-terribly-impressive position of “Justice of the Peace” in my little 4,000-person town of Richmond, Vermont. “Justice of the Peace” (the Vermont version, anyway) isn’t exactly what you may…

Bah. Bots.

Am I the only person who hangs up on an incoming phone call the moment you hear that pause at the start that means that a predictive dialer is looking for a human to take over? You’d think they’d game it to make the…

Unread Email

  I work for a software company. I travel all over the USA consulting with and training our customers. As a consequence of this, it’s not uncommon that I get a glimpse of someone’s email — usually because they’re connected to the projector and…

Ruined Songs

Ever had a favorite song get ruined by its getting played at a really inappropriate/bad/awkward time and ever afterwards, finding yourself thinking of said tragedy whenever you hear the song? Like, oh, having your favorite Muddy Waters song playing at the exact moment a huge…

Ethically Not Weighing Coal

Copyright: oleandra / 123RF Stock Photo I am a Vermont resident (been here 20 years as of May 16) and, as it happens, duly appointed Weigher of Coal for the town of Richmond, Vermont (population 4000 or so). Said job has no actual responsibilities or…

From the “Things I Will Never Understand” Department

Like most people, I’ve uploaded a few videos to YouTube over the years: mostly videos of the Burlington Concert Band performing at Battery Park, but a few other things as the occasion has arisen. Most of my videos have gotten ten, twenty, sometimes as…

Proof that I’m insane

Carole and I live in the woods, in Vermont. We’ve got about three acres in the town of Richmond, up on top of a hill with a deep gully behind the house. Trees all around. We see all kinds of wildlife criss-crossing our lawn:…

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