You, too, can defeat winter doldrums. Embrace baseball!

I usually hate Peanuts, but this is an entirely accurate representation of how I woke up.

Last night, Dad and I talked about how the winter slump was in full effect. On our way back to the car after a basketball game, a gust of frigid February wind carried a stinging shot of snow drift into our faces. “Enough is enough, I want this shit over with already,” the Old Man grumbled as we tucked our heads down to deflect as much as we could.

“Yeah, I just want a fuckin’ ballgame to watch, man,” I replied. We both chuckled, smiled a huge smile, and it wasn’t cold anymore. A lighthearted instrumental version of our theme song played, and the credits started to roll on the latest episode of our early 1990’s sitcom.

But no, seriously. Today I woke up to the distinctive sound of dripping water as the snow melted off the roof. I got up to go the bathroom and I was blinded by the powerful sun bouncing off the two feet of snow on the ground outside. I felt warm, so I went and turned down the heater, and cracked a window to get some fresh air into the dry house.

All players have made it to their team’s respective camp in Arizona or Florida, and full-team workouts are scheduled to take place this week. I expect all of this snow to be gone by Wednesday, and to have my office windows open during the day by the weekend.

Winter can kiss my ass, because baseball season is here.

Cellphone Photography

My phone has been fucking up lately, and I wanted to wipe it clean and flash a new ROM over a clean slate, and I figured it’d be a fun time to go through the pictures on there and pull out my favorite ones.The last time I did a full wipe on my phone was in late June last year, so these pictures fall somewhere between 6/25/13 and 5/1/14.

I trimmed down over three hundred shots to 48 favorites. Check ’em out!

I’ve been working out.

I’m going to turn 31 in June, and I’m leaving the “young invincibles” group. In late January, one of my molars chipped, due to severe decay. To that point, I had no thoughts of anything being wrong inside my mouth. I have never had any tooth sensitivity to hot, cold, or sweets, so this issue was pretty shocking. I eventually needed a root canal because the tooth became abscessed. It was a strong wake up call, and a major impetus of starting to take better care of myself.

At the end of February, I purchased my first scale (yup, I had that little data about my weight all this time) and began using Dorena’s treadmill. As a stats nerd, I did some measurements to check in with as I made progress.

Date Weight Neck Chest Waist Mile Time (Minutes)
2/28/2014 312.7 19.5 54.5 58.25 50
3/28/2014 292.1 19 53 56 35
4/28/2014 278.4 18 52 53 15

Yesterday, I did my normal half hour workout on the treadmill, which mixes inclines and speeds of walking/jogging and I felt really good. I decided to push myself and see what I could do while jogging as far as I could when I wrapped up my normal workout.

I did a mile in fifteen minutes, which is a major milestone for me. In high school, I believe we were expected to run a 13 minute mile. My best time was between 18 and 19 minutes. It’s nuts to think that after two full months I’m in better shape than I was 13 years ago.

All of this because I was a douche and didn’t take care of my teeth the way I should have. I know that regardless of the original motivation that it’s important to keep up the good work, and I’m going to. During my physical going into college, my weight was 215.

Here’s a picture of me on the way to my senior prom, in May of 2001. Look how scrawny I looked!


I don’t really have a target weight as a goal. I’m just going to go until I reach a point where I feel comfortable. Part of me likes being a big, intimidating dude, so maybe we’ll aim for the 220s somewhere, so I still have some girth. Whatever, I’m done here, so you are too. Get outta here, ya little scamp!

Mortality in the digital age.

There was a little extra piece of finality with my grandmother’s death over the weekend, with her grave marker finally being installed. The fact that it took this long is another story, but it got me thinking about what I want to do with my blog and social media profiles.

Presuming that the current big-hitters will still be around in sixty to seventy years, I think I’d want my Facebook and Twitter profiles to stay around. I don’t subscribe to the idea of an afterlife, so my original thoughts on the subject were to have the profiles removed. I’m gone, so my digital footprint should follow suit.

My stance has evolved, though, and I think they should stick around. Twenty years ago, when you died your journals and diaries would be handed down, right? Your photos are archived, regardless of you being the primary focus in the framing.

I look at Facebook as a digital photo album. I know there’s other uses for it, but I primarily use it as a semi-public photo sharing service. I decide who sees my photographs, and it’s no different than controlling a physical scrapbook or album. Twitter would probably be a major clusterfuck to my grandkids’ grandkids perusual, since its content is so situational to specific events with an added limitation of short remarks for context.

This blog is what interests me the most. I’d love to have a way to look back at what my great-great grandparents were thinking about when Lincoln was elected to the presidency. How any generation in my family’s past felt about all of the wars that happened… All of that is really fun to contemplate. You can gauge general consensus through microfiche, but unless there’s a letter to the editor published, we don’t have anything concrete.

Wouldn’t it be fun to amass an archive of how your family has leaned on social issues? Seeing if your ideals are vastly different from those two or three generations ago is intriguing to me. Is my view shaped directly in contrast to those most recently before me? Were theirs?

I’m really compelled by the thought of reading things my ancestors wrote, in their own words. The closest I can come to this presently is a journal my mother kept while she was pregnant with me. Experiencing her emotions as she prepared the nursery, the pride imbued by my grandparents that I was on the way… It’s just nice reading her words from the time.

That’s what my goal is with this blog now. I’ve been writing daily for almost a month and the catharsis is helping my mental stability. I want to put into my will that this blog live on for as long as humanly possible, so anyone interested can see what I was thinking in my own words. Think about that. Instead of having a nice pocket watch handed down, you get the honor of maintaining a 100-year-old blog by some old curmudgeon. Congratulations!

Besides, I get fucking annoyed when I go to sign up on a new web site as MetalFrog and the name is already taken. Imagine how pissed some dude or chick will be in 2094 when has been registered for 84 years! Suck shit, asshole, the name is mine!

PS: as I was tagging this entry, I was hit with a somber feeling. As a person that often plans for extensibility in my work, my tags for this post include “my will” and “ancestry.” Really putting my life into perspective in the form of hashtags. REAL.

PPS: That’s another interesting thing to consider… Internet lingo creates idioms that are extremely short-lived. Just think how “PWNED” makes you cringe now, and it’s only been six or seven years… Let’s hope Urban Dictionary, Encylopedia Dramatica, and Know Your Meme last as long as my blog.

I saw Rodrigo y Gabriela tonight!

Had a really great time. Was going to see them a while ago, but Gabriela hurt her wrist and had to back out of some dates during that tour. I can totally see why, though, because she drums on her guitar flamenco style, and they’re so uptempo that something’s got to give.

Rodrigo sang a cover of STP’s Plush that was pretty great. The whole crowd was into it. They also threw in some covers of The Beatles, Metallica, Tool, and some famous riffs from Cream, Zeppelin, and Hendrix. It was fun seeing their energy in person after being a big fan of their recorded work.

Other than the fun covers and short homage riffs, they did all of their big songs, and some stuff off the new album that sounded pretty cool. They had Go Pros on their guitar necks, so there were awesome shots of their fingerings being projected on the wall behind them all night. So fun seeing them frantically fret, strum, pluck, and palm their way through songs.

Oh, the wah-wah effect on an acoustic guitar may be my favorite thing ever now. It’s so damned funky.

Have some shitty cellphone pictures!

Here’s an old video of them playing Orion, as an example of what made me so damned happy tonight.

And here they are on Letterman playing Diablo Rojo, one of my favorites.

So fucking good.