Okay, I just want to go on the record and say, I am NOT suicidal.

So I'm drilling some holes in my arm chair this afternoon. Fairly innocent task to be accomplishing. The 20 year old furniture castors on this chair have been broken for awhile. I have been negligent in making good on the needed repair. I am on a general improvement kick lately, so I thought I'd do this work on my chair.

I'm using my drill, for one of the first 10 times since I got it for Christmas. (I don't do home improvement tasks very often) The fault with giving me a power tool is, I'm unlikely to go buy accessories for it. Thus, all I have for drill bits are some dollar store ones that I got at the time I got the drill.

Without an alternative, I begin drilling holes with the largest of these drill bits. Its going reasonably well. How hard is drilling holes in a 2x4? I finish the first side, and switch to the second. All of a sudden the task of drilling holes becomes difficult. For some reason this piece of wood is extremely hard. I've drilled through steel with more success than I was having with this piece of wood. I get to one hole and there is so much resistance to my drilling efforts that smoke is emanating from the hole.

Then something weird happened. It kinda makes sense, when you think about the physics of something. But still, when something weird happens, you can't help but be surprised.

The drill bit bent. 90 degree right turn angle, in the split of an instant. This, however, would not alone be enough to necessitate a blog entry, or the inclusion of my warning at the beginning of this note. The truly eye-opening thing that came out of this little misadventure is, I ended up drilling my wrist with the drill. No, I did not put a hole clear through the wrist. However, what was accomplished, was I peeled open a nice wound. Again, not that noteworthy, in and of itself. However, as I'm washing the blood off my arm, (and there was a lot of it) I happened to take note of the actual location of the wound. Standing up proudly, a blue-ish outline of my arterial vein was throbbing methodically not 5 millimeters (or so) from the location of the inadvertent puncture wound to my arm.

The frightening coincidences that make up our daily lives . . .

Why do the Red Sox have to SUCK so much!?!?!?!?!

As I'm doing football this afternoon, a thought has occurred to me.

Why are we still using the, let the ref eyeball it, method of determining the line of scrimmage? With GPS, laser diode surveying, and all the other tricks and technological innovations that there are in the world, shouldn't we be doing something about the inequity in terms of setting the line of scrimmage?

Why not put some kind of sensor in the ball? Give the linesman a handheld reciever and instead of eyeballing it, he can know the precise location of the ball, at all times. Put some decent software on the device, and it'll tell him the farthest point achieved by the ball, and the location can be known precisely. Then we don't need this stupidity of arguing about the spot of the ball, especially on short yardage situations. Haven't we all groaned as we've watched the refs mark the ball 3 chain links short of a first down? Its stupid and bizarre that we've let this idiocy continue as long as we have.

TELK - bringing good ideas to you since 1982.

I have the TV on CBC this afternoon. Toronto and Calgary are playing in the CBC's Saturday football game. The game comes on, and Toronto has to kick off, to start the game. Noel Prefontaine gets the ball on the tee, and lines up for the kick. As he walks back from tee, pacing of the distance he needs to wind up for the kick, the signs along the stands of McMahon are readable. This occurence would not ordinarily require a blog entry. However, one particular sign caught my attention, as Prefontaine stopped, and prepared to kick-off. Behind him, along the bleachers was the following corporate sign:

BJ Services
Corporation Canada

And I LAUGHED MY ASS OFF!!!!!

How do you expect to make a viable enterprise out of an 8 page newspaper in rural Saskatchewan?

Why are shirt tags on the back of the collar?

Blog Question Of The Day:

Why do drummers put tape on their drums?

I never got around to blogging last night. I meant to, but when I had a few moments to type something up, I found myself doing other things. So, we will have a schizophrenic collection of random thoughts on this Thursday morning.

Vanilla Pepsi is way better than Vanilla Coke. My recommendation is to chill it significantly. Put it in the freezer (be careful with this because frozen, and then thawed pop is not as good) Get it icy cold and then drink it. Man, its almost as good as an ice cream float!

Do fish have testicles?

I need some advice, if anyone has any to spare. I do a lot of driving. And since there's nothing else to do, I do a lot of thinking while I drive. I have some good ideas. My trouble is, how do I make a note of them, while I drive? I haven't found a method that works really well. Suggestions anyone?

I am not ready for snow.

Work is intruding. More later.

I thought that the, fly in the TV, thing was a one time only occurence last summer. I watched this TV all the way through the summer and no flies. Now the calendar has rolled over into October. And much to my surprise and chagrin, there is ANOTHER fly in my TV. I much confess that is really pisses me off. If its outside the TV, I could just get a swatter and mash the damn thing. But its inside and I can't get the little bastard!

I believe I will name 2004's fly Oscar. Everyone say hello.

Blog Question Of the Day:

Should I password protect my PDA?

Does anyone know where my NHL 2003 and NHL 2004 disks are!?!