January 23

Media: Ken Burns’ Baseball “Home”. NFL Football games (which is normally verboten for me).

Music: The New Mastersounds ‘This is What We Do‘. Snoop Dogg’s ‘The Blue Carpet Treatment‘.

Comedy: Nada.

Food: I cooked my first beef stew of all time. Ingredients include: Beef, carrots, potatoes, garlic, onion, celery, beef stock, bay leaves, and a pint of Guinness. A little BBQ plate from Whole Foods.

Family: A good day. Sofia was needy and we had fun, including a boisterous Hide n’ Seek marathon. Rocco showcased his new “walking like a broken-necked inmate” move. Mom came over for kid time. Catherine whipped my ass at darts while I watched the game. I even liked Bernie (my beagle) today.

Work: Since I have a rough day Monday, I tried to get a lot of my CHUD stuff done rather than kill myself on Monday. We tore down the deck gazebo/tent that had been such a life staple for a few years. It was a pain. And sad. In a few weeks I’ll be building a new place under the deck for festivities, a place unmolested by wind and the elements.

Art: Nope.

Screenwriting: Nope.

Projects: Cobbled a few flicks together to comprise my style guide for the short film.

Minutia: Fired the hookah up with a combo of melon and licorice tobacco with a dash of Old Parr Scotch in the bowl. Delight. Was reminded again why I need to not try to bend over backward to accommodate other people’s schedules when they never do the same for me.

Activity: Weights. iTunes maintenance. Does anyone know an easier way to make “Unknown Artist” and “unknown album” magically be the actual artists and albums rather than requiring the user to dig through each track and try and piece albums together and rename them? Tinkered a little on doing a little solo music.

Shrink’s Chair: It’s amazing how Facebook and Twitter allow you to watch people you know completely try to redfine themselves by creating totally fake personas. One friend in particular has become a gigantic punchline.

Looking ahead to tomorrow: Moving furniture. Dealing with some clerical issues. Nonstop writing.

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