Thursday, June 29, 2017

Throwback Thursday: June 29, 2014

Found an old photo from when Mary stopped by on her way back to New Jersey!
I need new glasses. Maybe I'll get black frames again.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Job Hunt: Two Weeks In...

Yeah, it's like that.

The Ranch on Netflix is Terrible

I bailed on The Ranch in less than ten minutes. From here on out, any TV show so bad that it can't make me watch the pilot for ten minutes shall now be referred to as "Worse than The Ranch." Ten minutes is The Ranch Test now.
Nine minutes and 47 seconds I'll never get back. With this cast, The Ranch had a decent shot at making something new. You've got Sam Elliot and Debra Winger, and it felt right to make it feel like a re-cooked send-up of That 70s Show? Really? Then you don't understand that show was corny and cartoonish for a reason, and it worked. But The Ranch tries an approach that's literally as though Kelso and Hyde reunited, on a Canada? I thought? But Jenny says no, it takes place in Colorado. I dunno, there was a lot of Canada talk. "They also have Eric's mom and Fes," she said, referring to me saying it's like a That 70s Show reboot, only without the comedy. (I liked That 70s Show).

Because it's got Debra Winger and Sam Elliot I expected something less...canned. I thought it would be a cool dark comedy. But I found nothing charming or even mildly funny. Stupid, predictable jokes. Lots of mugging and over-acting from Danny Masterson and Ashton Kutcher. Debra Winger's phoning it in. Sam Elliot, I don't even know why he took this job.

To make up for lack of a single authentic laugh, there's a raucous laugh track instead --- and it's constant. Only there's no jokes there. That overblown laugh track makes everything feel weird and awkward.

What a fetid pile of dreck. Hard pass.

Friday, June 16, 2017

1313 Days Left

"This is a man who was coddled and spoiled as a child. Then, as an adult, he surrounded himself with people who fed his ego and told him how amazing he was at everything he did. This created a person whose view on the world is so completely warped that he lacks the ability to understand that he’s not a very bright person. But he’s so incredibly ignorant that he truly believes he 'comprehends better than almost anybody,' that he has a 'very good brain,' and he’s a 'really smart person.'" - Allen Clifton

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Secret burgers

Russell House Tavern - Harvard Square, Cambridge

We met up with Les and "the Sarge" last night.
Did you know that Russell House makes a "secret burger" that you can ask for?
It's not on the menu.
Les told us.
Joe got it.
I can't tell you about it. It's a secret.

Monday, June 12, 2017

The Art of Telling a Joke

I know there's a ton of advice online sternly advising against using any humor at all, ever, in business writing. What, why not? In the right situation, with the right kind of humor, you can inject some life into those dreary job descriptions, make the employee handbook more readable, or you can break the ice with a pun in a welcome letter. You can certainly open with a joke in your quarterly presentation.

That being said, you do need to be careful with humor.

Continued on Gearshift...

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Losing Our Heroes: Adam West, 1928 - 2017

Some days, you just can't get rid of a bomb. 
Adam West was my Batman. His was the Batman that I knew first, so he's the one whose visage my mind's eye still summons whenever I hear someone say "Batman." In those days, Batman as a franchise was campy. It was a comic book lifted right from the cartoon pages and performed by people doing very silly things in a very serious manner. Decades before the franchise turned dark, Batman was good wholesome family fun. Just like Roger Moore was my James Bond out of all the James Bonds, and Christopher Reeve was my Superman, so was Adam West my Batman.

I've decided that this is the hardest part of growing older. It's not the milestones marking your own personal mortality, or the gray hairs, chubby chin or crinkly eyes looking back at you from the mirror. It's having to say goodbye to contemporary heroes, first crushes and pop culture icons.

Use a pincushion, or be the pincushion

Where is the needle that was here?
Cue danger music.
I'm an idiot. I know I should always stick it into a pincushion.
Now I have to go find shoes and go on a needle hunt.

I found it.

Friday, June 9, 2017

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Throwback Thursday - 1988

Somewhere in Rhode Island

Brenda got a group of us together to rent a condo for a long weekend. This was right after graduation.
Everyone else dropped out except for three of us, so me and Brenda and Hub went and had a blast.

Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Your princess is in another castle.

Your princess is in another castle.

Monday, June 5, 2017

What The Hell Even Is This.

Sad news: work cut my hours to go leaner.
Worse news: I'm just going to be editing anything I see now until someone starts to pay me.
And probably even if they don't.
I think there's something wrong with me.

Saturday, June 3, 2017


This one time, Joe and I were on a road trip and we stopped at a dumpy little town diner. We walked in the door and heard, from somewhere in the place, "HEY, NOVEMBER RAIN!" Probably there's still some locals in a small Vermont town that tell about the time they saw Axl Rose havin' a Western Omelette.
Axl (L) and Joe (R)
Joe, at 24, Axl'ing up the place pretty good.