I'm a big Sabres fan and for the unitiated the team colors were blue and gold for roughly the first 26 years of their existence. Quinn made the right noises about "returning to tradition" etc. The colors were only part of what made it special. He has the team wearing their original unis for 20 games of the upcoming season. Larry's newly ordered design looks like the team is the screaming toupees. This was taken at center ice yesterday.



Ladies and Gentlemen, the Buffalo Annoyed Goats!

It's on my mind a little bit, thanks to the regurgitation of the tv coverage. One of those seminal moments that seems like 2 minutes ago and twenty years ago at the same time. Both my sisters are Manhattan residents and were there at the time. My Dad was rented out to a software firm whose offices were across the street from the Pentagon.
My son was three and looking forward to Blues Clues but for once I was stuck on the Today Show as they brought whoever they could find in an attempt to describe it all.

I remember calling my now ex wife at work and telling her to get to a tv set. At the time, the one tower of the trade center was on fire, but the time she saw it, the tower was falling.

It's a little surreal. As I write this, the President was "campaigning" about the lessons of 9/11. Some of the commentators were already castigating him for the intervening response. Everybody's talking, but nobody listens. Kinda what got us into this mess.

but I watched "Pee-Wee's Big Adventure" instead. HDNet movies is still promoting an airing of "The Crocodile Hunter." In between work bullshit, I was watching one news broadcast that after it finished the requisite Bucky Phillips coverage ran a piece about Mr. Irwin. The gist of the interview is that he was a little stupid when it came to Marine life. If he would have given the stingray a little more space, he might still have some. All the Steve Zissou types are calling him out. I kind of chalked it up to you spend a lot of time taunting wildlife, eventually wildlife is going to give a little back.

The Bills start today, but I'm more excited for the new season of the Simpsons, been that kind of week.

My former father in law told me of a communications posting in city hall, so I think part of the day will go to prepping some material for that. I spent part of Friday working on a web site that supposedly going live and the other part of the day taking customer payments. I'm trying to be patient with all the changes, but I'm reminded of that old joke about the two crows flying in the same circle. One crow councils to "be patient." The other responds with "I've been patient, but now I want to kill something." Guess which one I am.

My juvenile replacement helped himself to my mail a few times at work. I tried complaining to my former boss that it wasn't the content that bothered me it was the fact he thought he could rip right in and tell me about it afterwards was what found I troubling.

Sucks. I used to love my job, now I can't wait to be done for the day. So, I'm on a cover letter writing binge. Today, an afternoon of videogaming and whatnot with number one son.

Have a good one, ya'all

and I'm spent






Here's to hump day ya'all

Dropped some stuff off at Amvets today. Before donating, I went in where a 50% off everything sale turned the whole place into a discount lord of the flies, stuff everywhere.

Had to laugh at the dumpster next to the donation area, adorned by 3 estrip stickers. I cruised over to wegmans and a white toyota on Amherst street had 3 more.

Off to get cultured with Clerks II tonight.

Hope everybody enjoyed the weekend.

Alright, who flipped the November switch?? Friggin Ernesto remnants all over the place. I swear the rain had a sense of humor. I was at my parents during the afternoon and early evening yesterday and as I packed my car to come back this way, the rain would lighten from the back door only to intensify as I got to my trunk. Three separate times the tree I planted as a kid made sure a rain drop the size of Rhode Island would precisely where my hair is the thinnest.

I took the young'ns to see Talledega Nights last night. It wasn't one of my better parenting moves. Something about the Regal theaters can be a little artificial. The seats are comfy but the show started late as the theater had to get all their advertising in. I didn't mind too much, but the coming attraction for the Grudge 2 was almost 10 minutes long. I have no need to see the film now since they already showed all the "good parts." I was in the mood for some dumb fun and Will Ferrel certainly delievered. It wasn't the best of choices given that the youngest in my party was 8, but live and learn I guess.

The unitarian church on Elmwood was members do services during the summer time. One of the celebrants today was my ex. So being a good guy, I got the kids up and we went down and participated. It was a grand time. We all repaired to the Towne for breakfast and it was good way to kick off a cold sunday. After a long day in Cable wonderland on Friday, an really early day yesterday coordinating child pick up and drop off and this morning, I look forward to sleeping in tomorrow. Hold my calls.

I had to skip the debaunchery of Timika's birthday hoopla to be Dad. I seem to be on an every other estrip party mojo so next time watchout. This weekend was highlighted by the emptying of my paycheck at Office Depot to make sure everybody had what the needed for Wednesday.

To ensure, I get what I need I've been creating cover letters tonight to start looking outside the cable empire for other rewards.

Say a prayer for that resume over there.......

So, I hear Ice Cream calling, but let me close with Happy Birthday wishes to (e:terry), (e:mike), (e:ladycroft) and (e:nejifer). Congrats to (e:paul) and (e:theecarey) on wrapping up school. New job good wishes for Carey and her mad cow self as well as (e:imk2).

After all that hard work, let's celebrate Labor Day by taking it easy. If you need me leave a message, I'll get back you. In the interrm, head over to throwoutyourtv.com and watch Keith Olbermann tear Donald Rumsfeld a new one. I loved it.

What seemed like a very claustraphobic friday & saturday mellowed quite nicely. I think the PMTbirthday/graduation party was the high/slash turning point.

I have to work for the cable overlords until 7:30 on Fridays which blows. I was late picking up the kids and they all had places they had to be on Saturday so it was almost like a child drive by. Had to race number one son back to his mom's post Tae Kwon Do to race out to the Bills game where I'm moonlighting. The current assignment has me looking over a couple of suites at such an angle that you don't really see what's going on inside the stadium and time starts to get a little murky. I literally lost track of where things stood after the 9000th buffoon asked me where the mens room was ("down the hall, hang a louie").

The stupid game nearly went to overtime (Does anybody give that much of shit in preseason?). Fortunately I got out of Orchard Park and up the 24 Linwood hoopla in fairly short order. It was a great time. The house is beautiful and the company great as usual. Fun to see you all in person again. For the record, Imk, Jenks, and Ladycroft, you were definitely missed. Great time and I'll probably be teasing Carolinian for a few more days yet as I am that much of a jerk.

Got into bed a little after 3 after starting the day at 7. Woke to my cell phone ringing at the entirely acceptable hour of 11. The woman I went out with last week called to go see John and Mary at the Elmwood Festival. Woo-hoo! Score one for this old fart! We had a fine time. She had to work later in the day and I had number one son duty (he needed some guy time), but it was a fine way to spend some time. The festival is starting to look a little trapped in time, but John and Mary were great, even if John looked a little board.

I can almost face the work week.....almost.

Have a good monday folks

No, not me (but go ahead if it feels right). I've been nursing a summer cold (pain in the....), and feeling kind of well rode hard and put away wet. I decided to get my crap together and treat myself to a Spot breakfast. One tankard of house brew and a Mike on a croissant and my world feels a little righted. I got a bunch of errands done and the checkbook balanced ( what little there was to balance) and I still have a little time before going to work. I came back for my address book and found two tickets for concessions at Thursday in the Square sticking out of the B's. It must be a sign, a sign to go drink two beers at the Square when I get out at 7:30.

One shot of Dayquil later and I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready (sorry to end on a Spongebob note, but it's the drugs talking). Enjoy your Thursday, kids!!