All the other press seemed to be about this topic, why not me?
I didn't think that anyone could be any worse as commentators from the red carpet than Melissa and Joan Rivers. I was wrong.
Everytime they said, "And now we go to Kathy in the tower." All I could think of was "JUMP! (and if possible, land on Star)"
This year I had no real pull towards any movies. I was glad to see Morgan Freeman win, although it would have been nice to see Alan Alda take some hardware home to match his emmys.
I was only looking for two things to happen. And they both did. Jamie Foxx took home the Best Actor Oscar which meant that number one happened. No, I didn't really root for Jamie, I was rooting against Leo. Clint took home the Best Director Oscar which meant that number two happened. Again, I wasn't rooting for Clint per se, more against Marty.
I'm listening to the news talk about the "snowfall". According to the news this morning's rush hour was supposed to be the first effects of the snow that started at midnight. At midnight, there was no precipitation whatsoever. In the morning, it was sort of raining sort of snowing. It flurried all day long. For the evening rush hour, Pittsburgh was supposed to have 6-8" blanketing the area. There wasn't even 6-8 flakes on the road. Now they're still talking about this major snow system and we'll end up with 3-6" total. Hell, we were supposed to get that yesterday. Looking out my window, it's not even snowing here anymore. I think that the local newspeople need LifeAlert. One of them has fallen on the panic button and they can't seem to get up.

Well it took about 3 hours and 4 aspirin, but my headache finally went away. It was getting to the point where light and sound were driving me crazy. I often wonder if perhaps their secret might be my secret. Crazy!
Anyway, I have nothing to currently rant, or for that matter, rave about. Work is busy, but right now we're in a lull so I have some time to kill. Most normal people are tidying their desks right now edging closer to the cube entrance trying to figure out just how early they can slip out without anyone noticing. Not me. I have 2 hours left at work. 120 minutes to fill with something. I have one small project that might encompass 15 or 20 minutes, but I'm hoping to put that in the middle somewhere to break the monotony.
Next weekend we're trekking out to see Tom and I'll have to actually enter New Jersey. 3 decades I've managed to stay out of that place and now I'm voluntarily going in. Who knows maybe I'll like it so much I'll end up relocating.
No, I can't go on after that, it's too funny.

I have such a blinding headache at the moment, I can't even fathom going home and sitting in front of a computer screen again. Right now, I just want to make it through the last 45 minutes of work...take my life into my hands driving home...swallow several aspirin...watch the game that time forgot...and go to bed.
Just to clarify, it's snowing here. We got about 3 inches overnight and it's been snowing all day.
As for the game that time forgot (courtesy of the wonderful folks at answers.com):

The circumstances of the U.S. vs U.S.S.R. game were so emotional and memorable that many Americans still do not realize that the match against the Soviets did not win the Gold Medal for the U.S. Once again, Coach Brooks skated a "hard" practice the day before the game, determined to disabuse his team of the idea that the game was anti-climactic, as many Americans felt after the win over USSR.

Again, the U.S. fell behind early, this time 2-1 after two periods, due to excellent play by the Finnish goalie. Coming into the dressing room, Brooks turned to his players, looked at them and said: "If you lose this game, you'll take it to your fucking grave." Paused, took a few steps, turned again and said, "Your fucking grave." And walked out.

As we all know, they didn't lose. They came back in the third period and defeated Finland 4-2 to win the gold medal on this day 25 years ago.

I'm sure you can figure out the whole headache-aspirin thing.

Last night was a long post, so I'll balance it with a short post. Tonight, in between watching Susie feed Gage and rifling through the mail, I was trying to watch tonight's episode of Jeopardy to see who would go through to the next round. And, I ended up seeing something that I don't ever recall having seen before. Two of the three players ended up with negative amounts and didn't make it to Final Jeopardy. And, even though the third player was guaranteed to make it to the next round, they still made him play Final Jeopardy. Very interesting.
Anyway, not too much else is going on. We have very important clients in the office on Thursday and Friday so I don't know how much free time I'll have, but maybe they'll relegate themselves to the conference room and I can just hang out and coast through the day. After three extremely long days, I could use a coast day.

Since I don't normally have access to a TV when I blog I rarely remember some of the television related stuff that runs through my head. Although after an 11 hour day at work, not much runs through my head. My project manager was "sick" with a headache and didn't make it in today when we had a large project to ship to the client. Yet her car was parked near her "friend's" house after work. What a miracle recovery.
Anyway, that's a nice segue. Miracles. Birth, love, life itself, a hockey game. I know, it's like playing the game from Sesame Street. One of these things is not like the other, one of these things just doesn't belong. Anyone who knows me and hasn't had their head buried in the sand the past week or so knows I'm talking about the Miracle on Ice. 25 years ago today in Lake Placid New York. In fact, as I type this, the tape delayed game would have just about been to the third period. Anyone outside of Lake Placid wouldn't know of the Miracle just yet. But the ripple effect is still felt in so many ways 25 years later. The movie, Miracle does have a few embellishments, but with the absolute spot-on portrayal of Herb Brooks by Kurt Russell it's more relevant than even they thought it would be. It does a good job of painting the bleak state that America found itself spiraling around in. Much like the state everyone feels the country is in today. Very little national pride, little to no faith in the presidency, fighting wars, that to most, seem pointless...sound familiar?
Where am I going with this? There's no easy answer. But on this night 25 years ago, a group of kids, who had worked their collective asses off, lifted the spirits of a nation at a time when they most needed it. Today's society is so jaded I'm not sure that something like that could happen again.
Joe's most recent post begins with his view of the ritual of mourning or lack thereof. I understand what he means. America lifts up the annointed few, but cares little for the anonymous many. At this point, anyone who was interested knows that Hunter Thompson committed suicide. He was a famous writer, immortalized by film, and many now feel that he was the last of his kind as a journalist. He was married twice and had wonderful adventures.
Jennie was 92. Approx. 25 years Hunter's senior. She died peacefully, he chose the way he wanted to leave. She had 12 grandchildren and 12 great-grandchildren. Why wasn't she on the front page of USA Today? Is it because she chose a different path? Chose to share her gift in a different way, because I don't doubt she had a gift...something to share...someone to impact. Much the same way, without meeting Brian I can say that he has an impact, a gift. Maybe it doesn't stack up, in the public's eyes, to Hunter's gift, but really...who are they to judge?
Do I know Hunter, Jennie, or Brian? No. When I post the loss of someone on my blog it's because they impacted my life. I'm not taking a veiled stab against Joe (just in case the big time law student still tunes in from time to time). This is how my life runs. If you look in the August archives for 2003 and 2004 you'll see the tributes that I posted to Herb Brooks. Was Herb my best friend? No, but just by doing what he did, he had a big impact on my life. John Raitt and Sandra Dee died the same weekend as Thompson. Neither had the impact that he did on my life, unless you count the fact that I'm a huge Bonnie Raitt fan and John had a hand (so to speak) in that so I didn't feel the need to post about them. And, just to show I don't play well-known favorites, you can scroll back to the January 2005 archives to see that a very ordinary (in the world's eyes) woman passed on. She had a greater impact on me than even I knew. Again, how does this all relate back to hockey?
Or does it even relate? 25 years ago, this is what Hunter was working on. Jennie was content with her family. Brian was the newly polished apple of mommy and daddy's eye. And 20 kids galvanized a nation by playing a game. Yeah a game. A game that had larger ramifications than even they realized. Maybe, America simply needs to get over the "me, me, me" attitude to see what those ramifications are in today's world.
Of course, after all the rambling I still didn't get to the television aspect. All I really wanted to mention was my new favorite commercial. It starts off with a woman standing in a large closet with the strains of Eric Clapton's Wonderful Tonight playing in the background. The melody picks up and the lyrics start, "It's late in the evening. She's wonderin' what clothes to wear, wonderin' what clothes to wear, wonderin' what clothes to wear." Then it pans out of the closet to a gentlemen, who is completely dressed, sitting with a laptop manipulating the video of Eric Clapton. She gives him a dirty look, yells at him and goes back into the closet. It's for Yahoo music, but it seems like something that I would do. And, if I had the resources, I probably would have done it. It's not like I haven't used music cues for things before. I believe he was the drummer for that one band.
To wrap up what's been an extremely long and scattered post, perhaps one day America will find it's way back to the unity that a bunch of cocky college kids discovered on a cold February day, maybe we'll realize that all men are created equal (and should be treated as such in both life and death), and we'll all live safe in the knowledge that The Dukes of Hazzard will always have a much higher place in the history of television than this crap.

Well, I've finally got things to display the way I wanted them, so here's the big unveiling. My List. DVDAF has a huge database full of titles. All you have to have is the patience to set everything up. It took several trips up and down the stairs (being as how the DVD's live on the first floor and the computer lives on the second), and a lot of logging on, making small changes, checking changes, making more changes, etc.
Anyway, that's the list for all to behold, scoff at, borrow from, ponder, wonder why the hell he bought that, and be in total amazement of the fact that not one Barry Manilow related title appears.
Anyway, there's not much else going on around here. Apparently, the scheduling of holidays starts in my house as early as the commercial seasons do for the advertisers. No sooner do I start seeing Cadbury Eggs appear on the shelves than I hear, "What are we doing about Easter?"
How about hibernating?

This is something that has been entirely too long in coming. I should have posted this link a long time ago. You've read the posts about dinner with the Warners. Now you can experience the Warners for yourself. They live here.
Hopefully next week, I'll have more things to say instead of these quick posts. And with the exception of the AIDS Walk and the Warner's introduction, maybe I'll even have something useful to say.

We had some nice intermittent server problems at work today so I ended up staying even later than normal.
For those of you that know him, my friend Brian is on the board of directors for the regional AIDS Alliance in his area. Actually, he's the President of the board of directors. Anyway, it's time to donate to the AIDS Walk. So, if anyone has any money for a good cause, let Brian (or me if you don't know Brian) know and we can appropriately route your check.
Anyway, not much else is going on. I have several more projects at work, but thankfully I'm home now.

Today is not a good day for hockey.

I'm cutting it close tonight. Today was so busy at work I didn't really even get to read my personal e-mail. So, after going out to pick up this, I sat down to try and catch up. Here's hoping the NHL can bridge the last 6.5 million. They only have another 13.5 hours to go. That's roughly a million every 2 hours. Come on, for the love of God. At a 28 game season (roughly 14 home games) I might even be able to afford season tickets. And Gage might be able to attend the games that he's supposed to have been going to all season.
Not too much left to say. I have to be back at work early tomorrow to entertain clients that are coming into the office. So, hopefully tomorrow's post will be a little longer and a little more thrilling (though I can't promise that).

Just a quick post today. I know that Valentine's Day doesn't fall too highly on anyone's list that I know. It's a very commercial holiday, but so is every holiday. Perhaps I'll just start celebrating Canadian holidays. At least they aren't over done in the United States.
Terri and Gage slipped a little Valentine into my lunch with a picture of Gage holding a sign that says, "I love you Daddy!" so that was a nice pick me up to a dreary rainy Monday. Reminds me of a nice Barry Manilow song. "Got your picture in my wallet. Got some pictures in my mind. Pocket full of memories I never thought I'd find. But it's raining like a Monday, and the world is so unkind. Lay me down and roll me out to sea." Ah, that's also a nice pick me up.
One day I may pick up enough toys to do a lyrics quiz.
I just finished watching the AHL game. Planet USA won the shoot-out since the game ended tied 4-4. Planet USA also won the skills competition. It was so good to watch people that actually still care about the game.
This past weekend was pretty uneventful. Dinner Friday was good and Gage and Katie kept everyone entertained. Of course, they were going in two different directions, but one day Gage will catch on.
We spent most of Saturday hanging out with my parents and then ended up having dinner with Terri's family. As though that wasn't bad enough to end the day, we ended up eating at the brand new King's in our old hometown. It had been open for a whopping 6 days. They had no idea what they were doing. It took almost 1/2 hour to get seated and then another 45 minutes to get our food. And, as we were leaving we ended up running into a bunch of people who have never actually left that town. Happy Happy Joy Joy.
Sunday during the afternoon I watched the qualifying for the Daytona 500. I can't believe it's only 6 days til the official kick-off to the Nascar Races. That's so much better news than the potential announcement Wednesday at 1:00 P.M.

We're off to dinner at the Warner's tonight. A meatless dinner since Randy and Elizabeth are Catholic (but I don't hold that against them). It will be nice to unwind and socialize after the week at work. I like the job, but it can be very stressful and work intensive.
We launched another big project this week so that's one more to scratch off the list. Of course, we're already gearing up for two projects that are twice the size and scope of this last one, but I'm trying not to think about that.
Nothing overly exciting has been going on recently so I feel like I'm blogging just for the sake of blogging. Of course, I'm rarely giving any earth shattering information, but every once in a while it's at least interesting.
So, I'm sitting in the living room last night and there's a knock at the door. We weren't expecting anyone and no one climbs those stairs unless they have to. So, I opened the door and there stands a guy in a Comcast uniform. He was trying to tell me all about the wonderful services that Comcast had to offer. For those of you that have heard even partial stories about my experiences with Comcast you'll be surprised to know I didn't slam the door in his face. I didn't invite him into the house for a ritual killing. I simply said that once upon a time I had Comcast and my services and related service calls were so bad that even if Comcast sent me a check each month for their exorbitant rates, I still wouldn't switch back to their service. He was a little surprised and looked like he wanted to bolt right there, but he gave me the standard, "Well if you change your mind..." At which point I cut him off and said, "I won't." That's when he said Good night and headed quickly down the stairs. I didn't even bother to turn the porch light on so he could see where he was going. The Comcast people are perpetually in the dark anyway.
I should have realized that what happens in life was going to carry over to the internet world. Not one person sided with me. Not one. I should shun you all. Even knowing you didn't have the full story, I must be wrong was your logical conclusion. I'm even taking flak on other sites. Well, I have news for you. I'm usually right. 99.999999999999% of the time. And Terri will admit to that fact. So nyah, nyah, nyah. Screw you guys, I'm going home.

You know you've upgraded job-wise when you're holding a conversation and you use the words; database, powerpoint, and dreamweaver and the person you are talking to actually comprehends. It's such a nice feeling. To quote Porthos, "God, I love my work."
Anyway, I took a few minutes this morning and went through Tom's lyric quiz. It was the first time that I had stumbled across one of those first. 7 out of 25 isn't too bad on the first run through. I'm sure I know a couple others, but sometimes it's difficult to get the whole tune in your head at work.
In talking with Adam at the Superbowl party, I found out that there is a device (rather inexpensive in the grand scheme of things) that will allow you to hook up any auxiliary device to your computer in order to rip multi-media into MP3's. Which means that all my 8-tracks, vinyl albums, cassingles, and cassettes could be transferred to CD's. Or an i-pod.
Of course, that will mean upgrading to a better, much nicer computer. Then I could edit video of Gage, work on the digital pictures of Gage, house my music collection (hopefully this time without losing it), and just have a better computer. Of course, that falls in line behind the whole house issue, which falls behind the bills, etc. What a nice spiral.
Anyway, I'll drop two wishes with one mention. Happy Birthday to Alison (yesterday) and Joe (tomorrow). Wow, they're getting old.

Apparently I now have to watch what I say. The women spies are everywhere. Again, I notice the men are conspicuously absent. I can post that the NHL brass actually listened to my idea and the F'IN PLAYER'S UNION F'IN REJECTED IT!?!*&$#! I guess I'll only get to see one live hockey game this season, or what this season was supposed to be.
How are the Pens supposed to bring Lord Stanley back home to Pittsburgh where he belongs if there's no contest to decide where Lord Stanley lives for the year. I'm not good with the current champions holding on to the cup even if they aren't the Devils.
I'm almost done with my new current toy. I just need to learn a few more tweaks and then I'll be ready for the grand unveiling.
Can someone explain to me why the background music for the commercial for Pooh's Heffalump Movie is Two Princes by the Spin Doctors? Do those two even exist in the same universe?
I need to start posting earlier in the day so that the posts aren't so rushed or short.

Today was pretty uneventful I guess. My brother, his wife, and my niece got to the airport okay. I guess they got home okay too. My brother really didn't want to go back to the base. I know he regrets his 6 year decision, but hopefully he doesn't do anything stupid.
For those of you that know me, there's a damn good chance you know my wife too. She spent about twenty minutes this evening yelling at me for my recent Saturday post. Apparently, because I didn't express those exact words to her, I'm hiding my feelings. I was told that I should tell her these things. The odd thing is, I didn't really realize that's how I felt til I sat down to type. And, I certainly didn't verbalize those thoughts to anyone. They just sort of tumbled out. I guess I'll have to remember what I wrote and discuss it with her as some sort of preview.
Hopefully everything around the house will get back on track in the next couple of weeks. We were sort of thrown off with all the recent happenings and you can see everything growing and piling up and threatening to overwhelm us again. If anyone has a good handle on that, let us know what to do.
I guess that's about all for today. I want to try and get some sleep. It's been a long couple of weeks.

The Superbowl party seemed to go well. I guess you'd have to ask the guests to make certain. I had a good time. It was a nice end. Hopefully the other party will go as well.
I found out through Dwight that Craig will be participating in the Jeopardy super tournament. Of course he also told me that my alma mater didn't make nationals this year. Such is life.
The commercials were not as good this year. I guess everyone was a little gun-shy from last year. The write-up on the half-time show had some very funny lines. "It was strange seeing the former Beatle, a bold and shocking performer for another generation, now presented as the sedate option." and "And if he wore any nipple jewelry, he mercifully kept it to himself."
Hell the episode of the Simpsons was more controversial than anything the Superbowl had to offer. It won't be much longer now before all the guys who drive around going left overtake football as the nation's most watched, most followed sport. It's already number 2 and it's not going to just knock on the door, it's going to drive right through it.
Oh, and while I'm thinking about it, does anyone remember seeing the Brad Pitt commercial? How about a coke commercial? And isn't it sweet irony that yet another tiny dot com blows a year's worth (or more) of their budget on one ad, but fail to plan for the hyper amount of traffic that's going to be driven to their site. Yes, it crashed and crashed hard. I hope someone loses their job over that. Of course, it will be the guy that suggested beefing up the system in the beginning and continued to suggest it until he got to say, I told you so. The site is up for the moment. I just checked. Bland site too.
Oh well, time to go to bed. I'm sure I will think of a bunch more things for the recap of the party/commercials/game, but until then I'll just say congratulations to Mitch and Liz. September 2006 is going to come much quicker than you think.

Since my brother and his wife are flying back on Tuesday, everyone got together for dinner tonight. It was the first time everyone had been in the same place since the funeral and the atmosphere was kept light, mostly on purpose. It was very hard to get a handle on how others were feeling since everyone grieves in their own way. However, one tradition that has never been altered at family gatherings is the saying of grace before the meal. It was almost always Grandma's job. Occasionally she would give someone else the opportunity, but it was her standard job. Tonight my mom said grace and afterwards it was very easy to see how everyone felt. The pain was just underneath the surface and hearing my mom echo the sentiments that my Grandma always touched on brought things back just a little too soon for everyone I think. It's times like those that I'm really glad our family now includes Gage and Kadin. They've been able to lift everyone's spirits just by being themselves.
At the viewings and funeral (and even afterwards) everyone gives you their heartfelt sentiments at these times and everyone means well. You've heard them all at some point and repeated them yourself. It's very awkward and no one really knows how to handle that particular situation. Most of the sentiments deal with some view of religion. "She's not suffering anymore." "She's in a better place." These are things that you expect to hear and repeat without actually stopping to consider the words themselves. My Grandmother was a person who, just by being herself, would feel bad that she caused us any amount of pain by dying. So, perhaps she is still suffering a little. Not painful suffering, but a suffrage of love.
And, since I recently read Albom's book on his view of heaven, I began to think about Grandma in that perspective. Is she standing in someone's line? Mine perhaps? Who was standing in hers? My Grandfather? My Uncle?
My uncle unearthed a picture of my Grandmother's family at my Great Grandmother and Grandfather's 50th wedding anniversary. All 7 of their children were there. My Great Aunts and Great Uncles including those that passed on before I was born. My Great Uncle Frank was my Grandmother's brother. His wife Opal and her brother Tracy both came to the viewings to pay their respects. After seeing the picture, Tracy told a story about the first time he ever had spaghetti. (Did I mention Grandma was very Italian?) The men came in from the fields and were served huge platters of spaghetti and meatballs by the women. He said he would blink and they would have a fork full of spaghetti neatly wound and ready to eat. It was an amusing story and I was able to relate in an odd sort of way. I was 15 or 16 before I realized that not every family has spaghetti and meatballs at every holiday dinner. We had all the "normal" holiday foods + spaghetti and meatballs. Thanksgiving was turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, sweet potatoes, corn, spaghetti and meatballs. Christmas and Easter were ham, mashed potatoes, corn, spaghetti and meatballs. It never occurred to me that this wasn't something every family abided by.
Where am I going with all this family rambling? To my view of heaven. For the past week or so, Grandma has been sitting at a huge table with Great Grandpa Tony, Great Grandma Jenny, Great Aunt Lucy, Great Aunt Louisa, Great Aunt Betty, Great Uncle Frank, Great Uncle Joe, Great Uncle Fred, her husband Frank, and her son Frank. And they've been eating a never ending platter of home made spaghetti and meatballs, twisting the pasta with perfect precision while the conversation revolves around family and love. One day I want to pull my chair up to that table, too.

Not much going on today. One of the office clients wanted to show their appreciation for all our hard work so they had lunch delivered in for the whole company. That's two very filling lunches two days in a row. And, I'm supposed to meet friends for lunch tomorrow. All of that combined with the almost certain over-eating I'll end up doing at the Superbowl party and it's beginning to feel like the holiday season all over again. I need to find some time to get back on the bike or the treadmill. I was doing semi-okay. I have a lot of catching up to do to stay in line with my "new year" goals. Oh well, there's always next week, right?
Now, Susiezy will just have to forgive me for this next paragraph. Because I had a small involvement in the buggy program at Carnegie Mellon, I was asked to give my opinion for an article that's being constructed for one of the University's publications. I was happy to help. They sent me the questions today. One made me laugh so hard my project manager asked me what was wrong. Now for those of you that don't know anything about buggy, This would be a good reference to start with. Right at the top of the page is a link for those that are new to buggy. It kind of gives you the high overview of the program. The question in question, as it were, reads as follows. "What are the best materials to use when building a buggy?" Though it's a poor comparison the only parallel I can draw is to simply state my name, rank, and serial number for the enemy that has captured me. Buggy is strange in a way that few things are. For me to honestly answer that question with anything but the word "stuff" would be against all that is holy in the world of buggy. So, one question answered. Only 10 more to go. Thankfully there are quite a few of the questions that I can answer with no problem at all.

Today was the 2nd annual Groundhog Day chili cook-off. Now, granted I wasn't there for the first annual cook-off, but this one was pretty impressive. There were 12 crock-pots full of chili. It took close to 45 minutes just to try them all to judge. One thing that really shocked me is not only the amount of food, but the fact that all the food arrived between 9:00 and 9:30, but nothing was eaten til almost 1:00. Nobody cut a corner off my cake. Nobody opened a bag of tortilla chips. Nobody dipped into a spoonful of chili. Based on my last office this phenomenon was absolutely mind boggling. On or near Valentine's day 2004 when I was still at the University, they wanted me to make a cake. And, it had to be a red velvet cake with white icing and red decorations. (I know, they weren't asking much). Anyway, I made the cake and I arrived at the office at about 8:25. By 8:45 there was a corner of the cake missing. By noon when we were supposed to eat the food that was brought in, there wasn't enough left of the sheet cake to fit onto a regular paper plate. So you can see why I was a little puzzled by the new office's behavior. I really didn't know how to react. And, there were leftovers. Crazy.
Anyway, not much else was going on today. I was hoping to have a nice lazy afternoon and just let the chili digest, but of course several clients just had to have things fixed right away. Just once I'd like to have a client start off we, "Boy we really screwed the pooch on this one, but we're all praying that you guys can fix it so we don't look so stupid." That would make my day.
Susiezy was over this evening to babysit Gage til I got home from work. Gage was pretty well behaved so she didn't have any complaints when I got home. That means we might even be able to talk her into coming back one day. Only another 3 full days til the Superbowl. Terrell Owens announced that he was going to play. I can't tell you how happy I was. I think my life will actually be complete now. I was so moved I almost wept. I mean, a star athlete making more money than I'll ever see, actually doing his job. Wow, what heart.

February already. Time to watch the groundhog tell me that I'm in for more winter and what should be time for hockey and heading down the stretch. Stupid lockout. Although there are new rumors that possibly, just maybe, the season might end up salvaged. The owners apparently have a little proposal with a minimum payroll and a maximum payroll for a team. I've also heard rumors about a 24 game season where everyone makes the playoffs and we start off with best of 3 and best of 5 games til it's down to the normal number of 16 teams. I think that might be interesting.
I saw something that just made me laugh out loud on my way into work this morning. A car in the other lane on the way into the tunnel had the license plate 007 BOND. I really wanted to get up beside it to see who it was. I mean it could only be one of 3 people. It had to be Sean Connery, Roger Moore, or Pierce Brosnan. Seriously, even Lazenby and Dalton don't even attempt it. You have to be ready for one hell of a life of teasing and torture to have a license plate like that. Or be mentally deficient, at which point you shouldn't have a license to operate a car with a license plate. At least it wasn't a totally crappy car. It looked fairly new, it was shiny and black and although it wasn't of Bond caliber it was a higher end car. Still, I'm pretty sure that even when he was alive Ian Fleming didn't even want a plate like that. Oh well, some people just don't stop and think about the type of attention that they'll draw to themselves.