baby, you can drive my car

Dog, Dogue De Bordeaux, Pet, Car, Driving, Steering
File photo. Not my car. Or my dog. 

I was on the road this afternoon – because I was just too dumb to stay in my warm(ish) office, rather than going out in the sub-freezing weather – it occurred to me that today was the anniversary of an important event in my life. On December 19, 1979, I took and passed the written test for a NY State driving learner’s permit.

Now, Learner’s Permit Day isn’t a formal holiday. Hell, it’s not even an informal holiday. And neither is Road Test Day. For me, that would be August 20, 1980, in case you were curious.  🙂  The important thing here is that my driver’s license is literally middle aged. As if I needed another reason to feel old…

RIP, Bob G.

Bob Gaul

If you’re one of my regular readers – assuming that I have any regular readers anymore – you’re probably familiar with Bob G. Bob, who lived in Fort Wayne, IN, was probably my most dedicated reader, and was definitely the most frequent commenter (2106 comments since 2010, according to my WP admin panel).

I hadn’t heard from Bob in a few weeks. I went to his blog and saw that he hadn’t posted in three weeks. Bob was a pretty consistent blogger, posting five days a week. Three weeks without posting was really unusual for him. To add to my worries, his most recent post mentioned that he wasn’t feeling well.

I started scanning the blogs in his blogroll for any news. I ran across this post by a blogger who lives in Fort Wayne. My worst fears were confirmed; Bob passed away last weekend.

I never met Bob in person, but I thought of him as a friend. It’s weird, this modern world we live in. But it’s kind of cool too. Friendships don’t have to be limited by geography. You can maintain friendships over great distances and even make new friends.

I’m going to miss Bob. His sense of humor always lifted my spirits. But I’m grateful for having known him, even if we only interacted online. RIP, Bob. Thanks for helping to make my world a little bit better.

rifftrax live – santa claus


A week from this Thursday — that’s December 4th, for the calendar-challenged — it’ll be time for another Rifftrax Live event. This time they’ll be riffing on that 1959 holiday classic, Santa Claus. This will be my sixth Rifftrax event. I just love these things. If you’re looking for a break from the hectic holiday shopping thing, you ought to consider going. Everyone should be out of their Thanksgiving turkey-comas by then.

moving through some changes

If you’re one of my regular readers, you’ve probably noticed that I’ve been slacking here lately. Well, this week I have a really good excuse. Tuesday night, my daughter gave birth to a baby girl. Her name is Gabriella. She weighed in at 6 pounds 13 ounces. Between getting the house ready for her arrival (I put together a stroller last night, which is something I haven’t done in a couple DECADES) and visiting the hospital (my daughter couldn’t pick one of the two hospitals that’s less than 15 minutes from home), I’ve been busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest.

I usually don’t post pictures of family members on the blog, but in this case, I’ll make an exception.


Programming note: The Friday Movie Quote post will be up at ten o’clock.

snowpocalypse, part… whatever

It’s snowing here in Upstate NY. Again. It started this morning, and should continue through sometime tomorrow afternoon. This storm is part of a massive weather front that covers multiple states (I count at least 14). Weather forecasters have actually given up trying to predict what the total is going to be. But I’m willing to make a prediction: a whole shitload. How’s that for precision meteorology?

American novelist Charles Dudley Warner once said: “Everybody complains about the weather, but nobody does anything about it.” Well, I’m ready to do something about it. All I need now is instructions on how to build a weather machine.

oh snow, not again!


So we’re getting dumped on again. It started just after midnight and is supposed to run all day. I’ve accumulated a crapload of vacation days, so I decided to just take the day off. If there’s anything I hate, it’s coming home after a hard day’s work and having to shovel my driveway for a couple hours. This way, I’ll be able to chip away at it all day. Maybe my wife will actually have a place to park when she gets home from work. They were predicting 8-12 inches total. I’m hoping we’ll be closer to the low end of that than the high end. They were also predicting that the snow would be wet and heavy. So far, it’s been of the light and fluffy variety. It’d be better for my back if it stays that way.