The Apocalypse in 9/8

666 is no longer alone,
He's getting out the marrow in your back bone,
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,
Gonna blow right down inside your soul.
Pythagoras with the looking glass reflects the full moon,
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune.
-Genesis

The quote above is from Genesis' 23 minute epic, Supper's Ready, from 1972, about the end of the world. The passage above is from the 6th of 7 parts, called The Apocalypse in 9/8, because as a time signature, it's insane.

The reason I mention this; the NY Rangers are in the final for the first time since 1994. 1994 was when I got married. The Rangers won the Stanley Cup for the first time in 54 years. And I lost. 

I've been wrong before, but I would stock up on bottled water, learn to hunt and fish, buy firearms and antibiotics and porn mags and learn how to throw knives, and forsake all religion. The end is nigh and it's going to suck balls. 

If the Kings don't beat the Rangers, we are all buggered.

And as always, being buggered will be unpleasant.

Like an Ass

Well, I rented a kayak today on the Indian River and wound my way down into long island sound. It was awesome. It was also low tide, which meant that there were sand bars (more like mud bars) everywhere. I was suitably freaked out when I saw silhouettes walking on water, but got closer and saw that it was low tide and that people were walking out into the middle of Clinton Harbor. It was amazing, but like an ass, I had left my phone in the car, so no pictures. Next time I will be sure to have it with me.

After a two and a half hour paddle, I asked the folks at Indian River Marina if they knew a good place for seafood. They directed me to Lenny and Joe's and I had some delicious whole bodied fried clams. Then I drove the 45 minute ride home. It was a great day on the water.

Memorial Day Weekend

Thanks to all of the men and woman who have worn the uniform over the 200+ years of us being a country. We could not have done any of it without you.

And Monday is a paid holiday. I never got paid for a holiday in Spain. I haven't been paid for one since I got home in 2012.  The last paid holiday I had was Labor Day, 2006, when I was working for the Washington DC Downtown Business Improvement District.
Wow, that's 8 years since the last one. Life's a bitch, then you die.

Fast Forward, Look Back

I can't believe it's been ten days since I last blogged. Forgive me, precious readers. But Mum and I have both been suffering from HUYAS (Head Up Your Ass Syndrome.) Mum has a buyer for this house and is looking in Jersey. I like my job, so I have to find a place in CT. I can't believe I am going to live in CT. Longer. 

But, it is bucolic, where they haven't polluted the shit out of it. Saturday, I kayaked on the Housatonic River and then hiked about 2 miles on Sunday.

Yesterday we barbecued at work. How sweet is that? We had Italian sausage. It was delicious. It was a bright sunny day. It was kind of windy, but barbecuing is not for the faint of heart. Then we ate in the conference room. Then we went back to work.

I'm more comfortable and more confident at work. I've booked 3 appointments in the last 3 days, so that's good. But still, every day is the playoffs. You have compete the best you can. It draining. But rewarding. 

Don Corleone: I never wanted this for you. I work my whole life - I don't apologize - to take care of my family, and I refused to be a fool, dancing on the string held by all those bigshots. I don't apologize - that's my life - but I thought that, that when it was your time, that you would be the one to hold the strings. Senator Corleone; Governor Corleone. Well, it wasn't enough time. Michael. It wasn't enough time.

Michael: We'll get there, pop. We'll get there.


The Mets are trying to come back against the Dodgers, 6 - 4. This weekend is Memorial Day. How did that happen? Time drags/time flies. It all depends upon your circumstances, I guess. Better fast - definitely. 

The Road Stretched Out in Front of Me

     

The road unwinds towards me
What was there is gone
The road unwinds before me
And I go riding on
-Rush

I am cleaning and doing laundry like a maniac. Mañana is the home inspection because Mum has a buyer for the house. That was the real reason I didn't go to Jersey with Mum today. I have to get all those dead putas out from under my bed and buried. A man's work is never done.

The Mets just won in 11 innings to salvage a game in this series against the Phils. Next up: Mets / Yankees!

It's also Mother's Day. I know why Mum had me, but I am amazed
that she actually kept me. And then had my sister anyway! Thanks Mum.

So, the closing is July 30th. I guess it's time to get my affairs in order.

The American Dream

Kill my boss? Do I dare live out the American dream?
-Homer Simpson

It hasn't progressed that far..., yet. But I can always hope. 

Mum reminded me, that he hates to lose and I was the reason why his team lost on the last day. But hell, I make him money. Can we move on from grade school?

My last word on the topic is this; 

When I am the voice of reason - we are all fucked.

Anyone who disagrees, please Tweet #Jay_Apocalypse.

Jueves

If the Bruins lose tonight and go down 3 - 1, they are probably toast.  Come on B's!

The Wurm Turns

Wow. The Bruins are in trouble. This is a dangerous Montréal team. Boston has had to fight back in both games beforehand, and now again tonight. I'm not sure how long you can keep that up against a goalie like Carey Price. 
MTL 3 - BOS 2  6:39 in the 3rd period.

It's been windy as hell. Often, my little Toyota becomes a kite, which is not a good feeling.

Work is stressful, mostly because one boss is an obsessive compulsive freak. He's germ-a-phobic and is OBSESSED with being on time. If you come in at 8:30:15, you are late. He's army, Airborne, and he is a vet, which is very cool, but it was 25 years ago. It shouldn't send you quivering and shaking if someone is three minutes late when the entire state is flooding. I was very OCD, but I underwent cognitive therapy for 18 months, and still take meds. It kills me to see someone so ruled by it, like I once was.

But..., screw it. Our team beat his team on the last day of April, and I booked that appointment! 

So kiss my shiny metal ass.

BOS scores! 3-2 with 2:04 left. 

Face off in the Montréal zone, with 08. left.

Empty net, Canadiens win. Whoors!

Louisville

Well when you're sitting back in your rose pink Cadillac
Making bets on Kentucky Derby Day
Ah, I'll be in my basement room with a needle and a spoon
And another girl to take my pain away
Take me down little Susie, take me down
I know you think you're the queen of the underground
And you can send me dead flowers every morning
Send me dead flowers by the mail
Send me dead flowers to my wedding
And I won't forget to put roses on your grave

Church Hill Downs, 1901

I only spent 29 hours in Louisville, KY, but i liked it. And the Derby, well it looks like a hoot. And the big hats and crazy suits? I'm in. The Louisville Slugger Museum was great. And bourbon! Need i say more? 

Confessions of a Jersey Kid

I never thought I would root for a Boston team, but I also NEVER thought I'd live in CT again. But when you hit rock bottom, you have to admit it. 

I will always be a Caps fan, and the Whalers no longer exist. I hate the Rangers because they charge $100 for the cheapest seats. I don't get the Devils nor the Islanders on TV (although I might when they finally move to Brooklyn, but I doubt it.) And with this new job going well, it looks live I live in CT. Henceforth, the Boston Bruins are my best option. They are an Original Six team and were founded in 1924. 

Go Bruins!

Wow, that felt extremely odd. I need a shower to feel clean again.