I caught about 15 minutes worth of a documentary about the Cowsills this morning. If you’re my age or older, then you know who they were and if you’re much younger than that (like Google Chrome spellchecker, apparently), then you don’t. I’d say they to the Partridge Family as the Beatles were to the Monkees, except you probably wouldn’t know who the hell the Partridge Family was either (plus however they came into being, the Monkees actually had some good stuff, whereas the Partridge Family, not so much).

Anyhow, I had no idea that Bud “daddy” Cowsill was such a dick, but apparently he was. I had to leave just as the grown up (by that I mean “old”) Cowsills were getting ready to sing the National Anthem or something at Fenway Park, and one Cowsill was being a dick to another Cowsill because the second one apparently wasn’t singing right. Or something. I dunno, I was trying to get ready for work.

I also watched an hour or so of Ron Howard’s “Rush,” which is about the Formula One rivalry between James Hunt and Niki Lauda. I’ll be honest, auto racing isn’t a subject I’m particularly interested in (though if I was going to pay attention to any of it, it would be Formula One – though the couple of times I went to DIRT races, it was fun watching them kick all that dust and dirt everywhere). When I was a kid, they used to have Figure Eight races on the Wide World of Sports, and got a kick out of them and the demolition derby.

Anyhow, what I saw of the movie was really good, and I may have to watch it from beginning to end one of these days. I’d also like to google Suzy Sparkle, just ‘cuz I love the name. Unfortunately, I was experiencing network difficulties last night, which I mostly tracked down to a bad cable this morning (upon further review, I’m expecting to find mouse-related damage – further strengthening my resolve to wage all-out war, if not genocide on the little bastards).

So now I have network connectivity to my home office for my Genie Mini, PlayStation, and Roku – but sadly there still seems to be an issue at my main computer. Which I’ll need to fuck around with some more tonight.

Looks like I picked a good time to give up giving up drinking (though to be honest, I gave giving that up a while ago).

Seeing as we’re all gonna die horrible deaths from Ebola, what’s the point in abstaining?

As usually happens, this four-day week is proving to be a long one. I’m not sure how all this time warp stuff works, but yesterday felt like Monday all day long, so I should technically be a day ahead. But today for some reason feels like Thursday (I even keep checking the calendar to make sure), so I’m mentally a day behind. It’s like I have to work six days instead of five (never mind four).

It just aint right.