Late night; matched the throw
With checked socks, purple and blue
Life: finding patterns
A Haiku For Things That Make Sense When Nearing Bedtime
Smugglers: A Pair Of Star Wars Socks
I broke down and signed up to watch Solo last night after missing it at the theater. I honestly meant to catch it on the big screen, but if I’m being honest, summer is busy and not all the things can be done. Unfortunately, this year, that meant Solo.
Truth is, buzz about the movie didn’t help. It didn’t get great reviews, and the nerds I know didn’t sing its praises. And, fact is, I never needed Han Solo’s backstory. I am — and always have been — quite content with my head canon when it comes to Haan or Hahn or however you want to say it.
All that said, I enjoyed Solo, the movie, a whole lot more than I was expecting. I mean, I didn’t believe the main character was Han Solo for a second, but if you take that obligation away and make it a smuggler/heist story about some young dude with Chewbacca, it’s perfectly fun.
Too bad Lucasfilm is just now starting to figure out that maybe some Star Wars movies with wholly new characters and wholly new ideas isn’t such a bad idea.
Never Too Many Captains
In retrospect, I’m wondering now if I’ve worn more Captain America socks this year than any other repeated theme. Seems like this is the 3rd or 4th time I’ve referenced Cap since the first of the year. To be honest, after that amazing Captain Marvel trailer this week, I’m feeling like I have to get a pair for Carol Danvers. It’s, yanno, a moral imperative.
At any rate, I wore my last (I think?) pair of Cap socks today because fall is upon us, I really need to wear the rest of my “short” socks soon, and, well, I was sporting my Captain America t-shirt today.
And that’s all the explanation I got on this, the first day of fall. Have a great weekend at the pumpkin patch or apple orchard, kids, and, uh, try not to set the place on fire.
Because Cancer Always Sucks*
Sometimes you move into a new neighborhood, but you’re an introvert and you worry if your new neighbors will “get you”.
Sometimes you get really lucky, and they accept you for who you are.
Sometimes one of those awesome neighbors is among the sweetest, brightest people you’ve ever met, who always has a smile and makes it easy to chat, even if you’re never sure what to say.
And sometimes cancer steals that person from her family and her friends and her neighbors because cancer fucking sucks.
And at that time, the best you can do is wear socks that make how you feel exceedingly clear.
Today’s socks are for Rachel; the backyard will never be quite the same.
*If you know someone fighting cancer that would appreciate a care package of socks, or just would like to share your story, check out Hallie’s Hope.
After The Socks Of Summer Have Gone
According to Google, those of us in the Northern Hemisphere will experience the Autumnal Equinox Saturday night at 9:54 PM, at which point summer will technically be over and fall will be begin. Of course, despite that, I fully expect Mother Nature to continue giving me sweaty 80+ degree days for a few weeks yet, because she’s hateful that way.
Continuing the perspiration or not, I’m out of days for summer themed socks. It’s time to break out the…well, whatever I have that’s autumn-y. Probably some gourds, I hope? Maybe a set of pumpkin-spice latte socks?
Whatever. The one thing I was certain of this morning was that I had to get this grill-themed pair into play before Saturday. So here they are, in all their burger and chargrilling glory, the last of the socks specifically for summer.
And then there was but one season remaining. One full season and eight or so days is all that remains of Sock Challenge 2018.
It’s almost too much to believe.
A Jimmy Buffet-Approved Bonanza
Ahoy, land lubbers…yesterday do be National Cheeseburger Day, but wit da socks and da smugglin’ me children to and fro, it do be more struggle to keep up wit the day o’ the calendar than, well, the current location o’ Davey Jones’ Locker. Lady of the Kraken be thanked, tho, at least it be okay to wear a matchin’ pair of stockings a day past, so a decent sea-faring fella can feel a few fathoms above water even if he/she didn’t quite get to the cheeseburger just right on burger day.
That be the price ya pay for trying to smuggle your way through the week.
Avast, though, cheeseburger day or no, today do be Talk Like A Pirate Day, which, arrrrrr, methinks perhaps be a tide o’ some nonsense, but a fair enough knot to make a sailor of the fool either way.
The Referee Isn’t Always This Blind, But He Rocks Lame Socks Regardless
Eldest son earned his first varsity Yellow Card tonight, for “Dissent”, of all things. In other words, he might have suggested out loud, on the field, that the referee was out of his freaking mind.
Eldest Son was not wrong. The referee called a horribly one-sided game. But, alas, such is life sometimes. And the best you can do when facing an unfair judge is put your head down and do your best. Eldest Son’s team played a tremendous game tonight, and only lost 0-1 because said ref was determined to see that that they did, and a ridiculous call off the ball giving the other team a free kick in the 66th minute did just that.
I found it pretty amusing then that I was wearing stripes tonight. Thankfully they weren’t quite referee stripes, or I might have been encouraged to jaw back at the actual ref enough to get myself thrown out of the game. As it was, the Puddinette had to tell me calm down more than once.
So I think I might have to keep these stripes, at the end of the year, to remind me that sometimes in life, the best you can do is run your jaw a little, and call out the bullshit when you see it.
Pattern Matching
Today’s socks come to use owing to the fact that I was wearing a blue plaid shirt, these mostly matched the colors, and (let’s be honest, most importantly) they loosely resemble Tetris.
And, that, friends, is all I got on a very busy Monday.
One More Blast At The Grill
Not knowing how many more days 80+ degree days 2018 is going to give us, I broke out the tubed meats this afternoon and fired up the grill. To go with the today’s end-of-summer weekend grilling, I was glad to see I still had a pair of hot dog anklets in the drawer this morning. And while I’m definitely looking forward to cooler weather and hopefully some leaves on my feet, it was nice to squeeze in one more afternoon if cooking outside.
But I’m done now, Mother Nature. Bring on the 70s please?
Channelling Anna Kendrick (Apparently)
The Puddinette and I went on a date night tonight, although why she stills bothers hanging out with this obnoxious nerd when she when could be living her best life at home with comfy pants and a night full of IDHD crime shows boggles the mind. Nevertheless, we went out anyway, and caught the newly released A Simple Favor with Anna Kendrick and Blake Lively at the Super Mega Ultraplex.
The movie was great, as was Date Night, and we managed to make it home without anyone killing each other (that includes both the wife and I, as well as the kids left at home). It was a everything I could have hoped for, plus popcorn and Twizzlers.
Coincidentally, the best line of the whole movie (for me) came from a moment early on when Lively’s character, Emily, compliments Kendrick’s Stephanie on a cute pair of socks, and then Stephanie gushes about finding them at Target for, like, $10 a pack. She goes on to say they have all kinds of cute patterns, and was at that moment I found myself wanting to say, “Same girl, same.” I don’t recall if the pair if modern camo socks I wore today came from Target or not, but many of this year’s haul certainly has, and I couldn’t help think of them at that moment.
Go see A Simple Favor for the fun characters and the twisty, unpredictable plot. Stay for the way a single line about socks had this middle-aged dad of 4 identifying with the adorably quirky Anna Kendrick.
