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Jeff and I had been looking forward to heading to PA this weekend to see Penn State play Nebraska this Saturday. With Penn State having a good record as well as Paterno achieving the record of being the winningest coach on college football history, we expected the game to be one for the books. Their last home game of the season, the celebrations for both the team and Paterno's wins, etc. Jeff and I figured that ol' JoePa, hanging in for as long as he had been, was doing so not just for his own record, but to keep the team riding high, to go on to championship games, will finally call it quits. No one could have expected the sudden scandal to engulf the university and some of its top officials, including Joe. So, in a matter of a couple days, the jubilant air of excitement has collapsed into shock, disbelief and anger. Joe Paterno was fired late tonight, despite saying that he would retire at the end of the season.

There is so much to this unfolding story that it is tough for me to figure it all out. I have never been much of a football fan until Jeff came into my life. He's the diehard, and because he would watch the games so intently, often cheering or yelling at the screen, I ended up becoming involved, and not just to find out what the noise was all about. We've gone to many football games, college, pro and Jeff's nephew's school games (the latter being pure awesomesauce). While I might not be as animated as Jeff at the games, I get caught up in his enjoyment, which makes it all worth it. I have no idea what will happen this weekend, and Jeff had earlier said that part of him does not want to go. Now that Paterno has been unceremoniously fired, the increasingly weighty scandal will undoubtedly crush the enthusiasm of the players, students and fans, which is the one thing that makes an otherwise complicated and oftentimes baffling game a joy to watch. Win or lose, over 110 thousand people always have a great time in that stadium. That alone is the reason to experience such a game at least once in a lifetime. I have a feeling it's going to seem more like a funeral.
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Mother Nature's "heavy flow days" continue to be a thorn in our side. While we remain high and somewhat dry, the garden languishes in a sea of weeds and tomatoes rotting on the vines. We will mount an attack to dig around and harvest the surviving veggies, then once it (eventually) dries up, till the spent stuff under and possibly throw a little bit of fall crops in.

Nature in its infinite wisdom in the form of a black snake has once again run afoul of the Basement of Serpent Doom. For the third time now, I notice a nasty smell hinting about. True to form, yet another snake managed to wriggle its way under the front porch and into the floor joists under the entryway. That area of the basement is unfinished (thankfully) and the joists have fiberglass insulation between them. This insulation is held in place with a plastic mesh netting. Said hapless snake tired to slide through one of the holes in the mesh and became ensnared. You can figure out the rest. I now once again have the displeasure of cutting out sections of fiberglass, insulation and rotten snake. I've found the spot in which the snake gets in under the concrete (I missed the chance of hauling it back out by the tail), so I will seal that up. What I can't locate, because of how the front porch is built, is the entry point into the basement. I now have an inspection camera, which is a tiny camera on the end of a flexible, well, snake that can get into dark tiny areas and return video of the trip. I will use this to suss out the breach of security and seal the area.

I think this also explains Kodi's outbursts of barking a while back. Out of the blue, Kodi would run into the living room barking like a fool. Perhaps the snake was bumping around under the floor and neither Jeff nor I heard, but Kodi might have. No outbursts for a while since.

This is not the only time that snakes have met their demise around here at the hand of the same plastic netting. The aforementioned mesh is the same stuff sold in garden shops that Mom and I used to keep birds and critters out of the berries we had been growing. I've had to cut away the netting to free snakes that became messily ensnared and tangled in the stuff. The snake's scaly skin glides wonderfully in a forward direction, but like a barbed fish hook, gets stuck trying to back out. The poor creatures were lucky when one of us were there checking out things in the garden and could free them. Not so when we had been away for a couple days. I found that the thrashing snakes became quite docile when they discovered they were being freed. The dead ones were deposited in the trash along with the mesh. Jeff and I are currently using the same stuff in the garden to keep wabbits out of the raised bed boxes. Luckily there have been no serpent encounters.

Jeff had been eagerly awaiting the day that Penn State would be playing Alabama (along with over a hundred thousand other fans) and managed to snag tix for the game. Mother Nature also is making this tough on us at the last minute, as flooding along the Susquehanna River and other waterways have caused the closing of numerous roads and bridges along our usual route. So, rather than heading up to his parent's place the night before, we will take a more westerly route tomorrow and try hopefully to avoid the closures and such. Maybe the waters will have receded a bit by then as well. We missed too many shows/games/concerts/events in the past few years due to many reasons (mostly medical, it seems), and it has to stop somewhere. I told Jeff I'll get him to this game if it kills me. :) Wish us luck (and maybe a solid route to travel).

I'm tearing up the studio as I revamp the studio PC and install a gorgeous new 30" Dell display. It's more a nest than a studio, with so much accumulated cruft crammed into nooks and crannies everywhere. Time to clean house. The PC I used as a backup can finally be put back in the garage. What was supposed to be temporary ended up being more than four years! The backup PC with its integrated graphics does not like the new monster display. The new one can handle six of them at once. Ah, to have that much desk space (and money!). lol

Jeff just got home and informed me that the closures and such have been lifted, so we are going to try our usual routes up. Good news for a change!
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Some big changes coming here at La Casa Mayhem starting this coming week. Jeff has a new new job, at a new place, with his old boss (which he likes a lot) at a spanking new huge facility with state-of-the-art everything and the chance to build his staff from scratch in his own way. It's a chef's woodie-inducing dream, though it will be a bit hectic and sometimes frustrating at the start, I'm sure. There's more money in it for him and no manager-on-duty nonsense every several weeks, plus no weekends. So, a major w00t for him. I just hope the stress of getting the place up to speed does not impact his cardiac recovery.

Did some tuning up of my f-list, removing mostly people who obviously disapproved of my friending them in the first place, and a couple others. Nature abhors a vacuum, Mayhem abhors douchery.

Angry Birds for Android was a nice addicting distraction while it lasted. I'm through all the levels and want more. Any suggestions? The Scruff app is, well, interesting.

The weather bureaus are making noises towards there being another SNOMG Event early next week. I hope I don't have to be moving snow in the middle of the night again. I just got the deck cleared off yesterday, the front walk is still unusable due to low and fallen branches. Using the small electric snowblower to clear the deck, it picked up a small bungee cord hidden in the snow and it got wrapped around the shaft. It was too tangled to unthread, so I got a retractable knife to cut it out in pieces. Despite my being careful, I slipped and cut my one finger down to the bone. I left a trail of blood in my path from the snow thrower to the bathroom, where I performed first aid. The cut was so clean that continuous pressure for a half hour plus a tightly applied bandage not only stopped the bleeding, but the cut is imperceptible and looks almost healed up. It does not even hurt. Go me, I guess I can still heal kinda fast despite my old age. Now, for that spinal cord thing...

The house is playing host to one of the other stray cats. Kodi made sure the poor thing spent most of the day huddled beneath a covered end table. Once Kodi hit the hay with Jeff, this one (alternately named Tigger or Tommy) popped out and enjoyed some petting time and exploring. While in the bathroom where the litter box is also kept, T/T wandered in, found his way through the anti-Kodi barricade to the litter box, and had a go. It's as if he's been doing it all this time. Either Pinky is coaching him (Pinky is the reason why we have a half dozen "visitors" these days) or cats have some sort of sixth sense when it comes to taking a shit.

To paraphrase Sheriff Brody in Jaws, we're gonna need a bigger litter box.
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Today marks the thirtieth anniversary of Pac-Man, one of the most popular video games ever created, and still loved to this day. How loved? Well, howbout lovin' in the true Google fashion?



And it's not just a logo marking the occasion, it's an actual playable game. Head to the Google home page to get your game on. Feeling lucky? Hit the "Insert Coin" button. You get two player action with Ms. Pac Man in the game. Use the WASD keys for the missus, the cursor keys for the Pacster. And a little edit: It seems there can be slight differences depending on the user. If you are signed into iGoogle or other personalized services, you'll have to head to the "Classic" homepage. Also, if you hit "Insert Coin" to begin play instead of just waiting to begin, you'll need to hit it again for the two-player goodness. Ah, but whaddaya want for nuthin'? ;)

An edit: Being that it was so popular, it's got a permanent home beyond the initial 48 feature hours linked above.

I often berate Google for not always adhering to their motto "Do No Evil", but the Logos have always been dear to me. Wonderful, elegant tributes to special occasions, notable people, holidays and memorials. This one raises the bar of Just Plain Cool. And no Flash! And howbout a soundtrack to go along with your gameplay:


Buckner & Garcia - Pac-Man Fever (Club Version)





Enjoy your Friday.

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