It’s Packer Sunday and I’m sitting here drinking coffee and not beer. Bizarre.
Started my real, actual work schedule today, so I’m working 1:30-10:30, and that means I’ll have to catch a bit of the game when I can. By the time I’m on lunch, it’ll be over, but I figure it’s reasonable that most of WI will be watching the game, so call volume should be low.
OH: any FYI, if you’re a cable customer and the game didn’t start exactly on time (they finished the early one first, for example), there’s not a damn thing the cable company can do about it. The cable company is in charge of being sure you can *get* the channel. What’s *on* the channel ain’t up to them. Moreover, if you miss the first three minutes of one bloody football game, get a life and deal with it.
The weekend wasn’t bad otherwise, although I certainly was. It *had* been my plan to make a run down to Waukesha to drop off Jen’s CD’s, then high-tail it back to the Fox Valley to catch the 13 Walls gig in Fond du Lac. When I got down there, though, I decided to make a stop at Jared’s Christmas beer exchange, and the demon liquor insisted that I stay in the metro Milwaukee area overnight. It was OK, though, cuz I was still up (or Joe was, anyway) at quarter-to-five Sunday morning when the news came across about Saddam. That’s all good, if you ask me (the apprehension of Hussein, that is). In the long run, I think it’ll be good for adding a *little* more stability to the Mid-East?, although around midday, Dave noticed something weird on the news when all these Iraqis in Baghdad were waving their homemade U.S.S.R. flags. We had a brief discussion of how a communist Muslim state in control of the world’s second largest oil supply might not be exactly what the President & Co. had in mind here. Ah, well, it’s probably nothing anyway. Althoughâ€¦ we all remember who was forced out of power in Russia right before the commies took over, soâ€¦
K, I’m back on the job.