Calling the kettle black and wearing the T-Shirt of the band that is to be seen in concert. Yes, that’s why this post is blatantly named as it is.
Of course, there are plenty of pop culture references, foul language, and a healthy dose of sarcasm (which has been on the back burner for the last few posts). It’s good to have a good lather now and again.
For the first time in months, my laptop was stowed away and ignored Sunday. It was probably one of the best feelings in the world. Sitting out in the fresh air, meeting new people, and taking in the little things of life was definitely needed to restore a new skin of confidence.
The dating world is going well. The job search is still relatively stagnant, and my banking on a certain job isn’t proving to be worth my time — considering I have not heard a damn thing from this entity after a month (or so). But I am confident with the dating side of things regardless if something works out, or something does not. It’s more or less anticipating the challenges, the positive challenges, someone presents to you. You can strive to be a better version of yourself, which has hopefully aged significantly with thickened skin.
But Thursday was a lot of fun. The promotional $1 Thursday at NBT Stadium, home of the Syracuse Chiefs, proved more than worthwhile. Being the first game I attended this season — yes, I know, about time — it brought back some fond memories of growing up and watching the sport. I don’t get into too much about the past, but I might have to give a hearty update to this blog in the very near future. Yes, I keep saying this, and finally I’m getting my act together.
The short story for contest submission is keeping me occupied. Improv is going significantly better, and the new group I’ve been performing with are filled with a bunch of gems.
But, we are here to talk baseball (among other things). My latest with Syracuse New Times: Show Time, Summertime