Shhhh... don't wake up kitty. She's still suffering the effects of that dozer cum Super Bowl event yesterday. More like the sleeper bowl. Not that I wasn't glad to see Pittsburgh win, although I could have endured it going either way, but, as usual, hype and spectacle of the surrounding commercials and halftime show eclipsed any excitement the game should have held for me. Maybe I was just a bit jaded by spending the afternoon watching two killer basketball games; you just can't beat being 3 points down, 2.2 seconds left and you're inbounding the ball and have one, just one chance to get it to your specialist, your surgeon, your behind the arc guy. And you do it and damn, it's OT! Nothing compares to overtime in basketball. None of that nansy-pansy, first one who scores wins crap. You play 5 and you play it like the first 48 and you run that 94 feet like you mean it. Anyway, I guess the football game was fun, I won twenty five bucks in a pool, I drank beer, ate wings (and a killer brie fondue with fresh blueberries and raspberries - now, there's bounty for you!). Halftime, though, left a little bit to be desired - the band sounded pretty good, considering the surroundings and sound system available to them, but Mick - you know, there were days when the girls used to throw their dainties to him on stage; I was hoping that at some point one of them might have pity on the poor guy and toss their asthma inhaler up there - geez, he sounds like he should take a vacation at the iron lung resort. Maybe it's time to call it quits.
Gotta run, folks, time to head to the rink for derby practice. Fare thee well.

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R.I.P. Grandpa...

One of the great character actors of all time has passed on to the next role.

Al Lewis, who is best remembered as Grandpa Munster, passed away today. He was also in the old TV show "Car 54, Where Are You?", also starring Fred Gwynne, who also played Herman Munster, and lots of Broadway, Hollywood and other television productions. Always outspoken and flamboyant, never ignoring the role that made him a fan of millions, he was a pretty cool guy. 1313 Mockingbird Lane will never be the same. You can read more and get info on sending your respects here.
Give 'em hell, Al, where ever you are and thanks for all the laughs.
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oh, my...

oh, bother... *sigh*... What a world, what a world...
the only good thing going right this moment is that I have a full bottle of Bushmill's at my left hand, my favorite highball glass at my right and a ready supply of chipped ice. Not bad fare for a Friday evening, I suppose. It's still a half hour before the Sixer's game comes on, I'm listening to David Sylvian and I have absolutely nothing of interest to say. No odd stories to relate, no tall tales to unwind upon your unsuspecting minds, no mindless wit; my muse is on holiday, me thinks. That's ok, everyone deserves some time off now and then. Tomorrow will be a busy day for me; I have to make the usual Post Office and recycling run in the morning, head off to the art supply place for some double sided tape, then come home and install the last bit of molding in the kitchen. Some nice beaded 1/2" x 3/8" stuff to seal the gap between the top of the sink counter backsplash and the tin panels on the wall. I will use the tape to adhere it to the formica and silicone sealant to adhere it to the tin. That should work. Then off to the lumber mill for some red oak and a pair of antique style table legs so I can put together a frame with the two legs to support the portion of the work area counter top that has no cabinet under it. It's been held up by two 1 1/2" dowels for years and they no longer look right. The space under that part of the counter is where we keep the food and water bowls for Sheba, the Hound from Heck. Sadly, I don't know how much longer she is going to be with us, she's been slowly failing over the past year. She's still pretty alert and active, but she is very, very old and, well, the inevitable is probably not too far off. Ugh, I really don't want to think about that right now. Back to the kitchen; I have to reframe the door between the kitchen and the dining room and then, when the weather gets warmer, build a set of extra tall cafe doors to install there; tall enough to visually divide the kitchen from the dining room, but short enough so, when closed, Sheba and the current population of cats can get underneath it. I was thinking of beveled glass inserts with some sort of graphic sandblasted into them, something from the transitional period between Victorian and Art Deco. Should be a challenge to find something appropriate, but that's what the internet is for, isn't it? One problem I've been wrangling with is that in the dining room, which is pretty much a style I call mildly depressing Victorian jumble sale, has deeply carved and fluted trim around all the windows and doorways, while the kitchen has pretty clean, rounded edge Deco style trim; I have no idea how to handle that transition within the width of the framing that separate the two. Any suggestions? The cafe doors themselves can be oak on the dining room side and white on the kitchen side, so, no matter if they are closed, or opened in either direction, they will compliment either decor, but I really don't know how to handle the framing. Anyway, not too much to be done after that, just some more molding work on the shelf that I put up to hold the over the range microwave and some little decorating odds and ends. Oh, crap. I forgot about the shelf over the service counter. I can knock that in a day. Some creative scroll saw work and a little router action and that's all there is to that. I'm also going to make some racks that attach to the bottom of that shelf to hang wine glasses so when, oh cripes, back to the dying dog portion of our show, we no longer need the have the food and water bowls there, I can install my much coveted after mini wine refrigerator. No more trudging to the wine cellar, I can crawl on my hands and knees right into the kitchen for another bottle. Hmmm, maybe I should make that cafe door a little shorter so I can squeeze underneath it myself. Don't want to risk personal injury when I'm in my cups...
Ok, enough of this endless ramble. I'm going to go make myself something to nibble on for the game, then resume thrashing the life out of this bottle of whiskey.
You have a wonderful evening.
(you might notice that this was posted at ten thirty, I actually wrote it around six thirty and only now has blogger started behaving itself and let me publish it. Very frustrating...)
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the world...

is a lesser place today...
You know, I really, really love cats. I got an email today from my bro Doug, with the sad news that his family cat, Bristol, had to be put to sleep yesterday. Bristol showed up at our back door about thirteen years ago or so. She had a massive infection in her eyes and we took her to a shelter. They had to remove both her eyes, rendering her blind. My wife's sister took her in from the shelter and gave her a loving home. She spent her life surrounded by humans who loved her and she was really something. She knew her way around the house, never shyed away from anyone who payed attention to her and returned all the love and attention everyone lavished upon her. Who could ask for more? I'm very sad to hear of her leaving us, but, at the same time, very happy that she was surrounded by such wonderful people who made sure she was well taken care of, and allowed her to live a long, wonderful life.
Bless you, Bristol.
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oh, well...

you know, it stuff like this that give us odd folk a bad name.
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