There is something bizarre about the atmosphere at Bills games akin to Lord of the Flies. There is a strange willingness among people to part with $6.50 for a papercup full of semi-cold Labatt's. It's enough to make this working stiff look forward to the second half when the beer stops.

Rain was nicely intermittent until the precise moment I got to clock out and walk to my car. White, wet t-shirts are not a good look for me. Anyway, during the game I got to break up a spat between two guys basically giving each other the finger from a few rows away, two guys way too old enough to now better. One drunken sot stomped passed me dozens of times during the day, only to go off on a rant at the end of the game. Both the sheriff's deputy and I told him, if you had an issue, probably would have been better to speak up when the trouble was happening, but whatever....

Interesting hush over the stadium when the Bills' Kevin Everett had his accident. The stadium scoreboard showed non-descript ads and about 2/3s of the stadium couldn't tell anything except that it was it was something bad, confirmed when the ambulance drove on to the field. Never saw 80,000 people hush like that. Once the ambulance left the field, it was surreal as eventually it turned back into a football game again.

Busted a few folks who smuggled beer in and eventually had to remind myself why I do this again. Then I remembered, had to buy a 90.00 graphic calculator for my lovely middle child's algebra studies as well as a few dollars more toward my high schoolers wants/needs. After swimming to my car, I was thankful for the fact that I prograstinate. My beach bag was sitting in the trunk complete with a sorely needed towel. Driving home, I was reminded that my omelette at Spot was a long time ago, so I left the cooking to Mr. Pizza -- always a wise choice.

Got tickets for Springsteen in Toronto so that capped the weekend appropriately.

Interviewed (as some of you know) for a gig with the Buffalo Zoo doing marketing & p.r. and Web design and other stuff (Basically all the cool things I used to get do for Adelphia). I like to think it went well. My interviewer was very cool, the type you can see yourself working for pretty easily. It's a nice environment and I hope it comes to pass. I like my chances.

It had an ominious beginning. When else do you have to really dress up except when it's going to be 90 outside. I could foresee the flop sweat attack Wednesday night. The change to the hot weather brought on a sinus headache of epic proportions so I didn't write much down. All that was sticking in my brain was some banter from (e:jenks) and (e:imk2) about the power of guys in good suits. Felt like hell but got this far.



I didn't put the jacket on till I got to the security extrance. Anyway, the session itself went well. There is something to be said for just winging it and going with your gut. Trouble is most times my guts have shit for brains. But, I'm optimistic. And if I get further, I'm sure I'd drop cable in a heartbeat. So, consider this an official request for continued good vibes. I think the yellow submarine tie should put me in the right place. It would be nice to be 9 to 5 ish again. The 11 to 7 I currently works stinks to high heaven, but it did put me in the right place to get soaked watching Elvis Costello last night.

Off to finish buying school supplies. Enjoy the cooler day, peeps

First day of school and my younger kids bus was only 20 minutes late, which isn't bad all things being equaled. Darling middle child wanted me to drive them in, as "the morning bus is when all the throwing up is done." Ever was it thus...

Their school is temporarily relocating so the new neighborhood is a little weird. They get to change from the eccentricities of the Clinton-Jefferson neighborhood for the vicissitudes of the UB Minnesota neighborhood, where the biggest obstable is leftover UB kegs from the weekend.

Funny watching the dynamic. The three year old at the stop can't wait. My guys hop on the bus and sit on the side where they cannot see me and immediately look the other way. Once you've been driven I guess, it's tough to go back.

On other fronts, I ran a few errands on the way home last night and stole a look for my zoo appt tomorrow. Park visitors sometimes lose their brains. I was following one car. A guy just starts walking in front of that car without regard that there is a car coming. Sad really, when a moron will take kids into the street without regard to the fact there may be cars coming. Butthead.

Got to put a camera in my car. Hellacious accident on Sheridan yesterday morning that blocked off a section of the street on my way to work. Last time I saw that amount of cop cars in Amherst the walmart had shoplifters.

Funny thing with my interview tomorrow. My daughter goes to school with the nephew of my interviewer. It may be be the first conference in my experience arranged with the assistance of Facebook. Who the hell knows?

Ah well, Happy Birthday, (e:Ladycroft)

and I believe the J is silent.

I've never seen anybody have a good time on the 5K's, 3K's, the Por que's that seem to be prevalent around here. Bullfeathers had their ode to spinal surgery on Friday night and the only thing is succeeded in doing was making it impossible to cross Elmwood at one of the busier times of the day. I'm enjoying morning coffee and another Labor Day "Fun Run" is twaddling up Delaware beneath my porch.

The irony of the title is that the only fun is being had by the Buffalo Motorcycle cops enjoying a morning of cushy duty. Runners are running up my side of the street and by Timon Towers, a biker cop actually found a car to pull over.

Too much work for Labor Day in my eye. Think I'll get another damn fine cup of joe.

Enjoy the day off, peeps

Mike & Terry Stock! 3 Days of Peace, Love and Alcohol. Happy Birthday, Guys! Unintentionally, I'm commemorating the occasion by not working today, which given how the previous four days have been, it seems a good thing to do. Actually, I just liked the symmetry of taking every Friday in August off. Does wonders.

So far today, I was able to get a doctor's bill corrected, procure a model of the Old War Memorial Stadium from the Bisons Gift shop, get my car fixed and lament the loss of Edritos. They were the perfect Elmwood taco place and moving to downtown changed the nature of the place and now it's gone, another reason to be annoyed with Panos' prosperity. The falafel bar is fine, but I miss Edritos being in that spot.

Strange Days....We locked the door to the office last night and a dude started pounding on it a few minutes later, screaming that we were closing early to spite him. The joint is open almost 11 hours a day, dude, get over it. The day before, a yahoo with a eastern european accent (I couldn't pin it down beyond) came in in mid-harang bleating about he can't get his modem set up. I could have done it, but he wouldn't stop blathering about the delays on the phone, like I have control of over how fast stuff there transpires. Oy! On top of that, I've had to deal with this guy who is like Yoda, only Korean. He speaks gramatically like Yoda but with considerable Seoul if you know what I mean (and I think you do). High Definition television should have so many hypotheticals.

Usually on my section of Delaware, the early morning noises are usually traffic and the talking Metro Buses, but the church adjacent to Timon Towers was having a funeral this morning. That in and of itself wasn't terribly remarkable, but as part of the proceedings a bagpiper serenaded the entrances and exits of attendees. I'm not a big piper fan, but to hear it off in the distance was pretty. Took the edge off the rush hour goofs. Sounded pretty good with the morning coffee.

I got a second interview with the Buffalo Zoo, so here's hoping they are serious and that the gods smile upon me. I need to get my brain moving again. That happens, my professional disposition will recover in short order.