Listen II: Foo Fighters’ “Rescued”

Today, it was an OK day for me. I have done most of my daily rituals, and I didn’t do that much work. In the afternoon, I had to endure the hot summer and ran an errand at the city hall. After that, I enjoyed a bit of Coke Zero while watching the Netflix special Mighty Morphin Power RangersOnce & Always. (The Power Rangers fan in me is happy seeing the old cast and the updated morphing sequences.)

And then came dinner time. I was enjoying my mushroom soup, fried chicken, and brown rice when suddenly I saw a YouTube notification from my favorite band of all time, Foo Fighters. They uploaded a lyric video of their new song “Rescued”. And, of course, I shouted for joy like the elated Foos fanboy that I am.

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10-Minute Warning XI

Well, what can I type here in under 10 minutes?

For the 1st time since I started blogging more frequently, I feel so lazy to write. But I think it would help me stop being lazy if I talk about it here. Right, Dispatch? Thank you for understanding. Now I’m ready to write again.

Oh! Today was a bit productive at work. Around lunchtime, I joined Father in surveying a condominium for the 2nd time. And this time we have company – air-con technicians from another firm. I believe my dad is overseeing the whole installation? We will return to the condo and check the installation process tomorrow morning.

After today’s survey, Father and I went home, ate some air-fried chicken, and napped. We woke up at 6pm, and our local version of Family Feud was on TV. We were supposed to go to the mall with Mother and have a haircut tonight, but perhaps we all got lazy. I hope we can have our haircut before we leave for our Cagayan trip this coming Saturday.

Speaking of Saturday, last Saturday, March 25, I was sad. Why? March 25, 2019, was the day I almost died, and March 25, 2022, was the day the drummer of my favorite band Foo Fighters, Taylor Hawkins, died. I’m supposed to write about what happened to me and a tribute to Taylor, but I’m too sad to even start a draft. Maybe next time.

And time’s up.

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Header image: sunbeamphoto of Pixabay. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2022.

10-Minute Warning VII

So, what can I type here after publishing the 6th 10-Minute Warning Post an hour ago?

Well, this week, with the exception of my favorite song of all time and alarm clock music, Foo Fighters’ “The Pretender”, it has been fun listening to Bruno Mars’ music from his studio albums to his collaborations with Mark Ronson and Anderson .Paak (as Silk Sonic). And no, the period before Paak is not a typo. And I enjoy Mars’ music not because most people have been telling me I look like him. I enjoy his music because they are totally good music. His music sounds vintage fun yet modern, and there is no Bruno Mars song that I don’t like. And yes, Bruno Mars is as mainstream as he can get, but I believe more people should listen to his music. Most friends of mine listen to music. So why not add more?

That being said, I should listen to Snoop Dogg’s `debut and best album (in my opinion) Doggystyle. I’m not kidding – that hip-hop album got me through a rough 2016, the year I was diagnosed with clinical depression. And the album is available again on my trusty music app Spotify, so why enjoy listening to the album like I used to? Thank you, Snoop Dogg, for making Doggystyle available on Spotify again.

As of this typing, I still feel buzzed from all 5 glasses of my beloved Jack and Coke and I’m only at home. And you know what? It’s fun! And I also feel more confident when I’m drunk as fuck. I think they call that “liquid courage”? I don’t think I will properly remember how I write this shit.

Also, I should type this in: I should save some money for a Motorino, a portable record player from my favorite cafe Satchmi. I have been going to the cafe since God knows when, but I still have not bought their Motorino. I hope to buy one before 2023 ends. Wish me luck!

And time’s up.

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Image header: Matthias Groeneveld of Pexels. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2022.