I'm a little depressed today...not really, and about what seems like a very menial thing. The bruise I believed I'd acquire on my knee is much smaller and lighter than I'd hoped. I like war wounds, especially when there's no real damage...let me explain. Yesterday in hockey (we lost 4-2, but I scored a goal on a one-timer set up by another perfect pass from Kim), I was chasing after the ball, and the opponent's stick got tangled up in my legs. Kind of like if you stuck a stick in the spokes of a bicycle. Anyway, my left knee hit the stick at the same moment that my right heel did, so I rammed my knee against it. It initially hurt like hell and I went down...but in a few minutes I was up and ready to go. It hurt a lot worse at the moment than it actually was, I guess...plus, I wasn't complaining...it gave my teammates a few minutes' worth of rest. So I thought I'd have a nice bruise, but it's no big deal.

Hmmm, what else...nothing really, I guess...more later, maybe.

Bringing Death, Doom and Gloom to your door...warning, don't click if you will freak out about a random generator of the day you'll die. Today my brain is half off, so I followed it and it provided me with two minutes of humor.

Well, I'm starting to get tired of Haloscan (the comments provider), but we'll see...it sorta sucks that the point of blogs is to get the comments and all, yet every other time it seems that the page is slowed down or completely stopped because Haloscan doesn't have its act together...wait a minute, big shock. A technology company that doesn't work right? No way...

Anyway, I'm still getting over this here cold...have a bit of a medicine head today...took Nyquil last night and I feel like I'm floating right now...we'll see how I feel this afternoon...

Oh well, off to lunch...

A good friend of mine posted this question to our email group: Who are your top five peripheral characters in TV
history? In other words, no Homer Simpson. None of the Big Four on Seinfeld. No Lucy. No Sam Malone. Who are the five peripheral characters who you just can't help but laugh at, or who just rivet you to the screen?

Here's my response, posted for those of you not on that email list...the rest of you can skip this entry... :)
No. 1 is easy--the rest, not so much...
1. Professor Frink, "The Simpsons"--"Unshrink you? Well that would require some sort of a Re-bigulator which is a concept so ridiculous it makes me want to laugh out loud and chortle... but aaahh, but not at you Oh holiest of Gods, with the wrathfulness and the vengeance and the bloodrain and the 'hey hey hey it hurts me'." and "After evaluating millions of pieces of data in the blink of an eye, the Gamble-Tron 2000 says the winner is... Cincinnati by 200 points!? Why, you worthless hunk of junk."
2. Swedish Chef, any Muppets TV show--"Vin di hern de shocolate mousse. Smerned di vernd de shocolate, and smernd di vernd de moose. Vere de moose? Moose, moose...moo-oose?"
3. Soundwave, "Transformers"--My favorite Decepticon (bad guy). He toiled and toiled through two leaders, yet was more loyal than any Decepticon. And, even better, his voice kicked much ass. Coolest cartoon voice EVER--he was a boombox that ejected transformable cassettes that turned into a hawk, a panther, two mini-men--one that created earthquakes (Rumble)...damn cool. And his voice was dead on for what a boombox transformer should sound like.
4. David Puddy, "Seinfeld"--"It's my eight-ball jacket. You got a question? Ask the eight-ball." or "High five. On the flip side."
5. Roscoe P. Coltrane, "Dukes of Hazzard"--not sure if he's peripheral, but if you count the car as a main character, well, I think Coltrane certainly is peripheral.
Honorable mentions:
--Tony Almeda, "24" For whatever reason, I've connected with this guy, and if they kill him off, I will seriously hold a major grudge against the show.
--Blur, "Transformers"--crazy, second generation Autobot who talked a mile a minute, had a "moustache" and was a hover-car of some sort. Seemed to be on a mixture of speed, caffeine and Red Bull all the time.

Man, it was nice to get a good night's sleep. I missed a bit of sleep this weekend, and I actually feel refreshed and ready to work today, believe it or not...
SoxFest wasn't nearly as good this year as last. They didn't have as many players there as they did last year, so there were fewer options. That forced everyone into the same lines, preventing us from getting an autograph, walking to another line and getting another autograph, as we did last year. This year, the second line was full. Each player has limits on how many autographs they sign--realistic limits--and those lines had filled up by the time we got there...I sacraficed getting Mark Buerhle's autograph for Frank Thomas', since I think there's a better chance Buerhle will be there next year than Thomas.
Anyway, I also found out that a house on my parents' block is for sale. It's a long-time resident, whose kids grew up with my dad. It's a two-bed, one-bath frame house that's running only $85K. I took a look online and went through the mortgage calculator...with what I have to put down (not much, granted), it would run me pretty much just as much as if I got an apartment in the city.
Now, I have never actually been in the house, and I'll have to take a look at it. But for a frame house, $85K is pretty normal in the area. There is no garage, and the house is at the back of the lot, on the alley. But that's nice because it allows for a big front yard...something that is good for Kazak. The house should be "dog-proofed" already, because dogs have lived there as long as I've been alive too.
The other bonus, maybe, is that the realtor is a woman that grew up across the street from me and should know who I am. She's a few years older, but still, she should at least recognize the last name and my parents' names...we'll see I guess.
For now, it's time to work...