A bomb went off in NYC this morning. A fumbled terrorist pipe bomb, injuring few outside the bomber himself. Fox is having a field day showing people on the ground and SWAT forces on the streets, most other coverage is a little more reserved. Fox seems to be the only website that’s heard of the bomber’s ISIS connections as well. I mean, I wouldn’t be surprised, but everyone seems to have the guy’s name and country of origin, but of course it’s just Fox that’s stating “reportedly inspired by ISIS”… so it makes me curious about who is reporting it.
Yeah, I look at these couple of screens and I don’t have any question as to why we’re a divided nation. If half the people out there are getting news from a website who’s front page is a bloody man on the ground and a cop with an assault rifle with the headline “Terror in Times Square: Suspect reportedly tied to ISIS sets off rush-hour bomb” sensationalizing the attack… bah, it’s all exhausting.
Heather’s been roaming around New England this weekend, playing a couple of shows in Massachusetts, heading back home today. I’m impressed by her ability to solo-drive, and as she pushes further and further on these sorts of tours, I wonder how long it will be before, if I’m serious about maintaining momentum in my own world, I’ll have to be doing similar. Still, being home I’ve gotten a lot done, including getting to play in our first snowfall of the season.
Tonight I’ll be running my open mic – my featured artist’s mother had a medical emergency, and though said mom is coming home, the artist isn’t leaving her side. We’ve got another act, the other half of the feature’s other band, so talent adjacent – which I’m just as happy to have, but I felt like this past week I was finally back up to speed with my advertising cycle, only to have been advertising the wrong band this whole time.
I guess there were last-minute changes in plenty of peoples’ calendars when I raced home to be with my Dad.
Christmas is inbound with a swiftness and I feel less prepared than normal. I’m simply exhausted from the wedding still, and I hate thinking about anything other than booking at the moment. Isn’t my gift to the world my MUSIC?!?!? Ha. Yeah, you get away with that when you’re twelve – nowadays I’m horribly aware of being a horrible uncle and a guy who, even though we have DAZZLING photos of us, STILL hasn’t made Christmas cards! I think rabbit masks and Santa hats are the way to go… but I doubt Kristen will concur.
I ordered two dozen little Santa hats for my action figures back in 2013. They never arrived. I’m only reminded of this because Amazon reminded me as I checked out with the same item right now “you’ve ordered this before, do you want a subscription?” – well, too late bitch about the lost ones, and these are Prime insured, so presumably we’ll be okay… but can you imagine the evil I’d get up to with a regular supply of teeny Santa hats? Every fucking banana, action figure, microphone… cats are no-brainers, but romance would become more festive to boot. Yeah. No end of trouble.
Anywho – I’m babbling. It’s cold and I don’t want to go move cold wet laundry from place to place – but the step after THAT will involve fresh from the dryer laundry, so maybe I should get it done so I can wrap myself in BLISS in an hour or so…
1 thought on “December 11th, 2017.”
Methinks being home right now after the last few months you’ve had is a perfectly logical and well-deserved thing… Revel in it… Do some serious freaking reveling… Rest, put up sparkly things, listen to music, and maybe even eat some cookies eh? Oh, and catch the cellist under the mistletoe!