Commentaries #18

Hello everyone and welcome to another edition of Commentaries!

Now, I know I said that I was taking a hiatus from the daily posts, and that’s true.  But this post came to me right out of the blue.  Well, kinda out of the blue.  It’s something that I’ve thought about for quite some time.

Now, I’m a wrestling fan.  And man, are wrestling fans passionate about our sport.  Take for example, the Royal Rumble match.  Now, the Royal Rumble is a match in which there are 30 Superstars.  Two Superstars will start the match off, and at a specified interval of time, usually 90 seconds to 2 minutes in length, another Superstar would come out.  This will happen until all 30 Superstars have entered the ring.  The only way to be eliminated from the match is by being thrown over the top rope and both feet must hit the arena floor.  The last man standing is the winner. Hey, look at that.  I can be The Fink!

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Ok.  So I might have a lot more hair than the legendary ring announcer, but, it got me thinking. For days leading up to the event, fans got to speculating over just who will be in the Rumble event.  WWE purposefully leaves at least 1/3 of the event unannounced, so as to give us some surprises when they walk through the curtain.  Sometimes, they are actual surprises that get the fans on their feet.  Other times…

There’s this man.  My buddy and I were going back and forth about who the last three men in were (and considering two of them at the time had previously been announced, the third one was up in the air).  When the buzzer sounded and the music hit, the fans in the arena started to sound like a ghost.  Why? Because this is not the person we expected to be (seriously, we expected everybody BUT him).  And fans were extremely butt hurt about it.  And that’s the heart of it.  People getting hurt over decisions that are beyond their control.  And the ways we react to it.  Now, I don’t personally care for Roman Reigns.  He is getting better, but he needs to get shuffled out of the spotlight for a little bit.  However, there are more people out there that think that WWE “hurt themselves” in this way because they didn’t bring anyone back from injury (Finn Balor); debut them to a huge pop (Samoa Joe); or give us a huge surprise (Kurt Angle/anyone else).  But, that’s just how wrestling fans are.  We want what WE want to see.  Now what WWE thinks is best for their bottom line.  And some fans just don’t see that.

Now, on the other hand.  There are some fandoms that start the guess work MONTHS (and I do mean months) in advance.  The other day, Peter Capaldi announced that Series 10 would be his last one as The Doctor.  Which is fine.  The man has put in two wonderful series (with the third, and last for him, to happen starting in April).  But, not even 24 hours removed from his announcement, we’re already seeing post after post after post of who people want to see as The Doctor.  Honestly folks.  They’re still in the middle of production for Series 10.  Let them wrap that and the Christmas special, which is Capaldi’s last official episode, and then start speculating.  Especially since we don’t know if we’ll get a Series 11 (there’s always that chance that it can get cancelled), or when it will happen.  Though, I’m going to fall in line here and say that we should get something COMPLETELY unexpected for The Doctor. After all, it will be the Thirteenth numbered Doctor (trust me, there’s a lot of craziness behind what number The Doctor should be…another time perhaps).  Could The Doctor finally be ginger? Could we see ourselves with a female Doctor (which would be rather fun, especially for the first post-regeneration comments.  Oh the places they could go with that one).  Either way, it’s still way too early to even think about these kinds of things, but, that’s just how diehard fans in fandoms go.

With that, what fandom are you apart of that you are passionate about and try to predict what happens? Are you excited for anything in your upcoming fandom? Until next time, I am the Baumeister, and I have been, obediently yours.


Oh Hey Look, a Breather

Hello everyone!

Now, I’m going to keep this short, but maybe not sweet.

I’ve been feeling a little burnt out on life the last couple of weeks.  I’ve worked quite a bit, and all I’ve wanted to do after I get home is sleep. Yeah, I know.  Not much of an exciting life, I know.

This whole lack of energy while awake has made this blog suffer a little bit.  I went from having a 10 day buffer to scrambling to post yesterday’s blog before my self-imposed 8 am MST deadline.  So, here’s what’s going to happen.

I’m going to be taking the month off from the daily posts.  One, it’ll help focus where I want to go with them.  After all, some were working, some weren’t, but I was having fun doing them.  I’ll be replacing some of the ones that weren’t working with new content, and revitalize the olds ones with some fresh life.

But, that doesn’t mean that I’m going dormant.  I’ll be posting more reviews here, and be doing more odd and fun content.  It’ll be a lot of fun.

So, in short.  Daily posts are taking a bit of a hiatus, probably at least through the month of February, but don’t worry.  There’ll still be content here for you to check out.  Until the next one, I am the Baumeister, and I have been, obediently yours.

Commentaries #17

Hello everyone, and welcome back once again to another Commentaries!

Going to keep this short and sweet today.  Well, that’s the goal anyway. My topic is time.  Frankly, I don’t have a lot of time to do much of ANYTHING anymore. Since it’s really hard for me to say no when it comes to covering for someone, I don’t have a lot of days off.  For example, between paychecks, I worked all but two days, with yesterday being my second day off.  I’m really looking forward to this weekend so I can relax.

Which means all the things I want to do, like catch up on wrestling, shows, play games, read, etc, tends to get put back on the backburner.  And my social life, which was pretty non-existent to begin with, has all but disappeared. I just wish I had more…time…

I….gotta go.

I have been the Baumeister, and I have been, obediently yours!

Commentaries #16

Hello everyone, and welcome back to another “Commentaries”! And I have absolutely nothing to talk/rant about.  Which is nothing new.  Half of time, this blog is just whatever I want to talk about.  But, as of today’s writing…I have NOTHING.  So, instead, I want to share something with you all.  I have dabbled at creating fiction before, but I haven’t done so in a very long time.  Until recently.  I found a page on Tumblr, Writing Prompts, and they had one that I absolutely wanted to try out.  So, below, is the first little bit of the story that I was writing.  It’s probably not that good, but, it is what it is I suppose.  Enjoy!

“In an effort to ward off Death and live forever, you have created a safe room filled with all kind of talismans, good luck charms, and magic circles. It doesn’t work: The Reaper found you anyway and you die just the same. Only, now neither of you can seem to get out past all the wards.”

The house is dark.  Quiet.  Still.  Way, way too still.  The doorway is cool, as is the rest of the house on this snow-fallen December night.  One could smell the hint of the frosty air underneath the familiar scents of the house.  But, there’s something…else.  Something sinister.  Something…deadly.  Nothing will harm me here though.  Deep within the confines of my basement is my safe room.  That is where I spend all my time, and where I plan to spend all of it, for all eternity.  I’m afraid of death.  I don’t want to cross over to the other side.  So, I holed up in my basement, locked away in a den that I’ve modified. Heating, plumbing, food and water storage, I have it all.  All the amenities one needs to be a hermit, and three steps up from living in a cave.

Every window is locked and sealed; every exterior door barricaded, except one.  Once a week, I have to step outside to pick up my supplies.  Ordered online, delivered next door, and brought over by my next door neighbor’s family.  This is the only time I have to step outside.  Ever. Otherwise, I only have to leave my safe room once a day to check to make sure that the doors and windows are sealed.  Some might call it unnecessary; some might say it’s not enough.  But, I think it’s just the right amount.  It’s just a small amount of movement to take a chance with.  Anything helps the ol’ circulation.

The safe room is a pretty standard one-room apartment, with the bathroom partitioned off. It’s plain, dull, and perfect for what I need it for: a safe haven.  For you see, I fear death.  I’m afraid to die.  Ironically, I want to see the world.  But, I’m too paranoid to travel further than the porch.  Before I stopped going out, I would see this tall, cloaked figure standing off a ways from the crowd; features obscured by the dark hood pulled over their face.  I didn’t think anything of it at the time.  It was three years ago at the time, and I would only notice this figure on occasion.  But, the sightings increased in frequency, until it was almost daily.  Then, a year ago, I had my first personal encounter.

That’s where I left off. I do plan on making more progress.  Until next time, I am the Baumeister, and I have been, obediently yours.

Commentaries #15

Hello everyone, and welcome to another edition of Commentaries!

Are you ready for this rant.  Just let me wake up first.

Since I stopped having to be up at 4 in the morning for work, I slipped into a routine where I’d be up no later than 8 in the morning, and then be up until midnight, and then rinse, lather and repeat.  Then, I got a job, and for a while, the 8 am to midnight cycle worked out well.  Since I’m working 2-10 pm, it was easier that way.  Get off work at 10, and wind down until my midnight bedtime.


That all changed when they started to throw me on 6-2 shifts.  In which I would have to get up at 4 in the morning again.  Though, I’m quickly realizing that I don’t have to be up that early.  For one, it’s usually just me that has to be up that early, so I don’t have to rush to get through the shower so the person behind me can have it (I just have to fight for the use of the bathroom with my father, who is usually up about that time so he can get ready for work).

Long story short, I’m not an early-bird anymore, but if you need someone to be chipper, cheerful, and ready to greet your customers with a joyful attitude, look no further than this guy.  I’ll out chipper your most chipper employee.  And that’s a fact.

That’s all I’ve got for this Commentaries.  Now, if you excuse me, I need to go fix my “F” key.  Seems it want to stick, and keep the “f” out of everything.  Until next time, I am the Baumeister, and I have been, obediently yours.

Commentaries #14

Hello everyone, and welcome back once again to another edition of Commentaries.

Now I was going to do a rant about the weather, and how it makes my job at the truck stop I work at a bit difficult.  But then I realize, as my car is beached on top of a snow pile, that living in Wyoming is not necessarily such a bad thing.  In fact, I do love living in Wyoming.  While there are a lot of things I miss out on, like big events because Wyoming is so far away from ANYTHING (even Denver is a two hour drive away).  But, the wide open spaces are well worth the isolation.  That’s why they invented traveling.

I love to travel.  I’ve traveled ever since I was in school, mainly on school functions, but I traveled.  In high school alone, I had gone to Denver, Kansas City, and Washington, D.C., plus Wyoming cities like Casper and Laramie.  And it’s not like I had made my trips easy either.  For example, my sophomore year of high school, I attended a seminar in Casper at the end of April.  Not even a week later after I get back from that trip, I board a charter bus with the rest of the band/choir, and we take a trip down to Kansas City for a competition.  We didn’t do so well, but, what can you do?

My senior year, I took back to back trips to Denver.  Went from doing a two day trip for Cinco De Mayo downtown, to spending a few days in the south part of Denver doing things for “Physics in the Park” at Elitch Gardens.  That was a long, but very fun week of traveling and learning, even if we didn’t do a lot of physics while at Elitches.

After high school. I’ve done a bit more extensive traveling, from staying with my aunt and uncle in the Chicago area for a summer (which included a trip to Michigan for my cousin’s wedding, and a trip down to Georgia/Florida to visit my uncle’s mom); school trips to San Francisco and Brussels, Belgium; a Spring Break trip to Spokane, among others.  But since I’ve left college, I really haven’t done too much extensive traveling.  And that’s a shame.  Maybe one of these days, once I get more in control of things, I’ll take off for somewhere. One of my goals after winter lets up is to go to Mount Rushmore.  I live a two hour drive west of those huge stone faces, and I’ve never, ever been.  My family and I came close when I was younger, but considering I was only like 8 (and I’m the oldest), I don’t think my parents could have dealt with three screaming youngsters at a national monument.  Nor would I have appreciated it.  So, I think that’s going to be my travel goal.

Well, that’s about it.  There’s an insight into a little bit about me.  Enlightened? Until my next rant, I am the Baumeister, and I have been, obediently yours.

Commentaries #13

Hello everyone, and welcome to another edition of Commentaries!

Well, it’s the end of the year.  And to keep it short and sweet, 2016 sucked.

Now, moving on to other topics.  Like here:

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Ok.  So, that ugly mug isn’t necessarily a topic.  But that’s me at work.  See, even us weirdos can have fun at work.  Oh, and I love the wreath behind me.  It’s got whisks and spatulas in it.

It’s just a random kind of blog. Since I’ve got nothing better to say.  But, I don’t want to leave you with just my mug.  I’m hoping that 2017 is going to be a good year.  I really do.  But a year is long.  And I don’t want to look too far ahead into the future. I’m just gonna take it one step at a time.

Does anyone else have a hard time figuring out what they want to watch on Netflix? I mean, I know there are times where I’m sitting there, scrolling through and going “what do I want to watch now”.  Of course, part of my problem is that I never know if I’m going to get called in early, or even if I’m going to get some time to watch things in peace.  So, I don’t want to start anything if I’m going to get interrupted.

Well, I’m all rambled out today.  Until next time, I am the Baumeister, and I have been obediently yours.