Marching Through Thursday

I slept late this morning, rising a little past eight. My sleep, as mentioned, has been screwy the last several days/weeks. I imagine I’m not alone in that.

I had to go out yesterday and buy a new coffee pot. The coffee pot I’d bought after I got out of the hospital in October sprung a leak. I bought the same Mr. Coffee pot, threw out the broken one, and kept the carafe as a spare as one should.

Today was supposed to be baseball’s opening day. Thanks to COVID-19, who can say when the boys of summer will take the field? But I wore my Washington Nationals hat and a Harrisburg Senators shirt (the first one I bought, back in 2013, I believe) as I worked from home today.

My glasses are crooked
My glasses are crooked

Russell T. Davies returned to the world of Doctor Who today as there was a worldwide social media rewatch party of “Rose,” the first episode of the 2005 relaunch, and Davies brought gifts, including a short story he wrote in 2013 that’s never been published, an extract from a Target novelization that never was that depicts a regeneration from Paul McGann to Christopher Eccleston and, as we all now know, Sir John Hurt comes between them in the Doctor’s life history, though Davies did not know that at the time.

Because I’m a nerd, I made an ebook out of the story using Calibre, and it looks very nice on my Kindle. The webpage is nice, but links can change or disappear, and it’s good to have a back-up.

And there’s a new sequel to “Rose,” too, “Revenge of the Nestene.”


Work today was light — editorial copy, email, the start of herding cats.

I wrote an article about a Marvel Comics project coming this summer, and I found I had a surprising amount to say because I got where this book is coming from. The conceit plays to my personality. An hour was spent on it — a rough draft in Notepad, a polish and formatting in Word — before sending it over to Marvel for approvals, and an hour later they came back with a one-word change.

I’m going to be working out of the office for a few days over the next week. Besides needing access to the printers, there are some things ahead of me — the making of the monthly order forms — that I cannot figure out how to do remotely.


It was quite a pretty day, after yesterday’s dreary rain.

One thing I’ve noticed — how much cleaner the air smells.


Elbow announced a new live album today, Live at the Ritz.

In the week that their eighth studio album, ‘Giants of All Sizes’, became their third consecutive UK Number One album, elbow played a series of special acoustic shows for select audiences in Leeds, Kingston and Manchester. Combining tracks from the new album with songs from their extensive and ever growing back catalogue, the shows offered fans a rare opportunity to see elbow in small venues, with the recordings emphasising the special bond that exists between the band and their fanbase.

The short tour included two sold out, hometown shows at Manchester’s Ritz, a place that looms large in the band’s history, being the site of a legendary headline show on the release of their debut album ‘Asleep in the Back’ in 2001 that had the Manchester Evening News display their fortune telling skills when they suggested ‘elbow are on the verge of something big’.

The Ritz set reminded fans of that history with versions of both ‘Newborn’ and ‘Scattered Black and Whites’ from that debut album alongside versions of ‘Grounds for Divorce’ from ‘The Seldom Seen Kid’, ‘Magnificent (She Says)’ from ‘Little Fictions’ and ‘Great Expectations’ from ‘Leaders of the Free World’. As befits an album from a band so intrinsically intertwined with their hometown, the show also saw Guy Garvey quote John Cooper Clarke and pay tribute to various Manchester luminaries lost along the way.

From the elbow online store.

Naturally, Live at the Ritz was ordered immediately.

I’m not sure when elbow will tour the East Coast? July? August? End of the year? I like Giants of All Sizes, their new album, a lot, and I’d like to see how the band tackles the material live. It’s not a cuddly album.


This has been the longest week. Tomorrow is Friday, and I don’t understand how.

Published by Allyn

A writer, a fan, a music lover, a political junkie, a pundit, a dreamer, a friend

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