No more number ten...

No more unbeaten...

No more BCS talk...

At least Baskin Robbins Winter White Chocolate is available. Shelley had the foresight to make a pick up earlier this evening.

No blackout... The local secondary Fox channel picked up the game.

...and I got to watch one of the best offensive lines in the country consistently protect their quarterback and open holes for their runners. Unfortunately, it wasn't the offensive line of the local team.

My congrats to the Boise State Broncos on a well-researched game plan and a well-played game.

...this post hand-coded out of respect for Cecil's graciousness. ...but not in Vi.

Yep, just putting on weight... Both of ours waited and waited and waited. ...until they both were well over nine pounds.

Well, it's now consistently in the eighties here, with the occasional 'feel' of Fall in the air.

...and one specie of tree in the downtown area is thinking about turning its leaves. But that's the only sign I've seen, other than from a few flowers and bulbs...

It does make for some nice blading weather in the evenings.

No blading this evening though; game time is 1700. The local team is taking on the gang from Cecil's neck of the woods. Local TV for us; ESPN for the rest of the country...

Let's see... Where to start? Ah, perhaps with the latest from Las Vegas: Hal and Audrey appear to be in the 'waiting' zone. Maybe I'll just figure out how to set an auto-refresh tag to pull that page every hour or so...

...and new beginnings for Sheila over at in search of a soul; well, not all that new, just a domain change from ".com" to ".net". Please adjust your links accordingly.

...and guess who's back? Her Optimistic Self actually took a break from the the family homework and managed a post. Welcome back, babe; here's hoping for more slack time for you! ...in between soccer, football, classroom helping, laundry, shopping and all the rest.
Hmmm, I thought I had a post on that newspaper assignment, but I guess I forgot to publish it...

...and yeah, John, I admit to a bit of an ulterior motive: I was worried you wouldn't have enough to keep you busy over the winter waiting for that stream to start flowing again<g>. Oh, and Janeen says thanks for the flatbed scanner post; she'll send you any time she saves to replenish the time you lost when you fell into the Pringles can...

I wasn't going to come up for air today. But it's garret's birthday, which is worthy of note 'cause a considerable number of the links over at Whitenoise are farmed from his site.

...but that would have warranted an email. ...and most of the time I never even get around to those (abject apologies to everyone I plan to email but never remember to).

However, the confluence of reading Miz Kitty's link today to Robot Johnny's Fonts, and the title of the e-mail garret's brother sent his way triggered off my weirdly wired brain:

...and the punchline? The font is "Bottled Farts"...

I'll go away for a while now...