Ok for those who don't know I'm obsessed with the Sabres and hockey in general. I've always liked hockey but this season without shows to work on or homework to do, its reached fanatical status. If I like something I become obsessed. Ok I don't become obsessed with people I meet but teams, celebrities, things and people I will probably not come into contact with. As there is a distinct possibility I could one day meet some of the Sabres, I choose to abstain from becoming obsessed with them as individuals and choose to know their stats and possibly where they were born and thats about it. I don't generally care to know if they're married or have a girlfriend or if they have children.

Ok so we recently beat the Flyers in 2 games in 2 nights. I decided to peruse the Flyers website only to discover this:

Ok so no matter how many times I attempt to link to the video it doesn't work, so if you really feel motivated go to the Flyer's website and find it.

Its just them reading Twas the Night Before Christmas. It's so awkwardly funny and especially Marty Biron (for those who don't know he's the 4th to read and the Sabres former goaltender) He has the greatest accent. And then, because they like dangling him out in front of the media, Daniel Briere gets the very last line of the story. Oh man I laughed a lot at this. Especially the ridiculous santa hats they're all wearing. Enjoy.

And I just love this picture and like to post it wherever and whenever I can:



The guy dressed as John McEnroe circa 1981 is Paul Gaustad, highest penalized player on the team thus far and resident SabreHottie, (check out those thigh muscles). The gent on the left is the hope and future of the Buffalo Sabres (as his contract length and amount would indicate). Yes, kiddie bike helmet and all, this is the future of the Buffalo Sabres, #26, Thomas Vanek.

Hollywood is really stretching it with these "based on a true story black people against the white people inspirational teacher takes rag-tag group of teens and turns them into lean mean school-sactioned team activity playing machines" the latest one I just saw a commercial for is that highly competitive, all the kids want to be the captain of..........the debate team...in what appears to be the 1940s or 1950s.



produced by Oprah, staring Denzel and Forest Whitaker. And that girl who played Michelle Tanner's friend Denise on Full House. Hopefully its better than We Are Marshall which bizombed. It also stars Denzel who helmed one of the greatest high school sports team movies of all time "Remember the Titans". Yesssss

I don't get sick. It's like my thing. I hadn't run a fever or been sick other than some sniffles since December of 2003. No exaggeration. I get sick so infrequently that I remember each time I feel crummy.

I started to feel bad last thursday (a week before thanksgiving) and felt bad until thanksgiving, felt better thursday and friday and then saturday felt crummy again. on top of that we always travel during the thanksgiving holiday so I was away from home and my doctor until monday when he scolded me for not coming in for 3 years and then told me I had tonsilitis and sinusitis. Awesome. so I was ordered to stay home until thursday. So Monday-Wednesday has consisted of me sitting on my couch watching tv, checking bad gossip websites, napping and annoying my cat.

I suppose if I only get sick once every 4 years that's not that bad. It's weird, it was almost 4 years to the same weekend because I was sick the first weekend in December and its the last weekend in November. Crazy times.

Taking 3 days off from work has been amazing, I highly recommend it. It's great because I don't feel guilty about it at all, it was doctor's orders. Anytime I take off from work when I don't really need to makes me feel a little guilty. Basically because its really easy to make me feel guilty.

Good times, Sabres are playing well these days *knock on wood* I just knocked on my coffee table.

Come on Sabres!! 6 in a row!!*knock on wood again*

A few weeks ago I went on a rant about the random guy in my office who has no job description to speak of.

Well earlier this week, I actually saw physical evidence of him working.

I should have taken a picture of it so that I'd have proof. But basically it was a memo to all the attorneys to notify them that it was time to decide how many holiday cards they wanted and to give him back the memo with their name and number requested and that their secretary would take care of sending them out. (technically he's supposed to call us their assistants but I digress)

It was a strange moment to see that he'd actually done something that we could point to and say: Look! Patrick actually doesthings!!!!

What a bright, shiny moment for Lipsitz Green.

In other news, after a friends of mine have and moderate to lots of success on match.com I decided to join. What do I really have to lose? I'm smart enough to know most of the traps to avoid (there could always be crazies out there who have new tricks up their sleeves) and I'm not exactly desperate for love and some of these profiles are good for a few laughs. One guys headline: "If you are what you eat, then I could be you by tomorrow" Simply charming.

So I joined and I've been talking to this guy who seems frighteningly normal...although actuallly a bit talkative (at least online). We had a good conversation going for a while. Although he said some things that were a tad...how shall I put this...gay? I mean its hard to judge because he was typing but he did get really excited when talking about his cat and how his future roommate has 3 kittens are really "tiny and cute". Also the fact that he's moving in with a female friend this weekend seems kind of odd. Now, whatever, I don't care who people live with. He clearly isn't interested in this chick because he's on match.com, but still, its a little odd. (e:mike) I totally have a mission for you regarding this guy, and I know you'll love it.

So I just downloaded Radiohead's album. Why? not because I like Radiohead, but because it was free.

I say, why not give them a chance and get a free legal download? So I did. I can't say that I love it, its not really my kind of music, but why not, I didn't loose anything except some space on my harddrive.

Any thoughts on if this free download or at least download only thing will catch on or if it should catch on?

I love meeting people without middle names. It's like they're from another planet.

This entry is dedicated to one of those "that guys" every large office has.

This is dedicated to the "what exactly do you do here?" guy.

He has an office, or at least a cubicle, and he always looks busy. You just have no idea what he's so busy doing. There's no apparent input or output.

He's never the guy you ask a question of. No one ever says "I don't know, check with Hank" or "That's really Hank's area of expertise, he'll know what to do". No, you never need to talk to that guy. He's usually quiet and keeps to himself and doesn't really talk much, thus eliminating any possibility you will ever know what his function is. He's listed under a generic or totally vague title such as "Assitant Administrator". There are no real clues as to what his function is.

My "that guy" at LGSC is Patrick.

His desk is on my floor, in a work area smaller than that of the guy listed as "Facilities Supervisor" who refills the office supplies. He's hardly ever at his desk, suggesting he is somewhere doing something important.

The only clues I have to his function are: I once saw him photocopying a whole bunch of packets for distribution. However, since I did not receive one of these packets, I have no idea what their content was. Second, he occasionally sends out faxes...yet they're always addressed to the same person.

Our usual interaction consists of passing each other in the hall where we exchange customary awkward greetings and move on with our lives, or (and this is my favorite) in the kitchen.

For some reason, in the afternoons if I happen to have found myself chained to the copier, which is located in the kitchen, I will encounter his water drinking ritual.

After lunch, he goes to the bathroom, then comes into the kitchen and turns on the purified water faucet, let's it run for a few seconds, and proceeds to fill a styrofoam cup of water and drink it while standing at the sink. He then repeats this system at least once, sometimes twice. He then tosses out the cup and returns to his desk to continue doing whatever it is he does. One would think...hey Patrick, you know, you can take those back to your desk and drink them at your leisure. There's no need to chug them like you've just escaped the Sahara. There will be more later.

I also never see him come into work or leave. Considering I sit right by the elevators and the only stairwell you can get to other floors through, I'd notice. He either lives under his tiny desk or he's so busy with all his "work" he needs to work overtime.

Oh Patrick and your weird glasses and super awkward existence. What would the 4th floor be without you?

No really I want to know, what would be the difference?

I don't want to know what he does. It would kill all my fun. I just pretend he's a secret agent.

My entires are usually dedicated to things to annoy me so I'll talk about good things now:

Oscar is really the cutest cat ever and he occupies a great deal of my energy. In the middle oftypging that sentence i had to untangle the squeaky mouse that hangs over my bedroom door from my fan to prevent him from attempting to do it himself. HE'S SO CUTE!!!

Work is not great but at least I have a job and a steady income, even if its not fantastic. I do have some people I enjoy working with, but they work on different floors. Come to think of it, that's probably why I like them there is a floor buffer between us. My bosses (the two attorneys who I actually work for) are really nice even if they don't give me a lot to do. And I've started a tentative search for a new job.

My friends are sweet. I had a dream that one of them was dating K-Fed and it didn't occur to me that this was odd until I thought about it as I was getting out of the shower, haha.

I've been a member of agym for MONTHS and I never go, but I just found out I can go to any BAC and use it and its all good. So I went tonight and worked out and feel at least moderately better about myself.

A friend is getting married this weekend and it should be fun. I gotta go look at a wedding gift now, bye!

On the one hand its great to have a former professor whose opinion you trust to help you out with the planning the future career thing.

On the other hand, its not so great when it comes to her challenging you to try harder and go for that big name school you'll need on your resume when all is said and done and you're looking for work. Thereby putting on a great deal of pressure. I know she knows my limitations and won't send me off into the world blindly with no clue as to what to expect.

Nevermind the whole Ph.D./ dissertation thing, I don't even know if I'm smart enough to get into any program let alone a highly selective top school. Oy. Nevermind the cost!

Grad school is hard...and I haven't even gotten into it yet.

It's so bad how much I can't stand this woman I work with. Like I've never disliked someone that I work with thus much. Normally I can find some way to get around it but she's weird, homophobic and don't get me started on her weird personal life she enjoys sharing with us. She thinks the worst of everyone and always has a nasty thing to say. I don't know that I've ever heard her say something nice about anyone or anything. It's always mean spirited.

The other day I heard another woman i work with talking about how she overheard someone make a comment to their son about some guy, basically implying that their son was gay. And she was like "I don't know, I mean it might have been true!" and my response was "who cares?" It just blows my mind that there are people in this world who really believe that there are like 7 gay people in the world and they all live somewhere else.

I just can't handle the closed minded ignorance that comprises so much of our population.

Basically i need to quit my job and find one that pays the same but isn't working with 40 year old angry divorced women with 5 kids who have never left Buffalo and never want to.* I just realized every secretary I work with grew up in Buffalo and their parents live here too. That fact had never crossed my mind before.

Only 11 months til Grad School.

• DISCLAIMER: I have nothing against Buffalo, it's my home, but we all know those people who don't leave Buffalo and not because they love it here, but because they don't realize that there is a world outside Buffalo that they can actually go to that isn't Disney World.