I had a piece of broccoli burn the holy hell out of the roof of my mouth today. Just goes to show that veggies can be hazardous to your health. Where are the Surgeon General’s warnings when you need them?

Personally, I thought Dave’s movie quotes quiz was a lot easier than Ben’s. I got 12/20 on the former all on my own, whereas Dave and I working together could only manage 3/20 of Ben’s.

More importantly, neither quiz included a quote from this movie…

It’s 106 miles to Chicago, we’ve got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark and we’re wearing sunglasses.
Hit it.

Dave and I got a visit from my sister Susan, brother-in-law Alex, and brilliant nephew Charlie this weekend. The four grownups (using the term loosely, as usual) whiled away the time playing a great Pool Tournament of Incompetence. Charlie whiled away the time trying to explain the problems with our technique, which was difficult, as he doesn’t yet know any words and is not himself tall enough to reach the pool table and demonstrate.

We looked after Charlie on Saturday night while Susan and Alex got “all gussied up” and attended a wedding in the city. Okay, technically, I looked after Charlie on Saturday night. Eventually, Charlie will mature enough so that he is no longer viewed as an Object of Terror by his Uncle Dave. I think 25 years should do the trick.

so maybe others didn’t either. There are certain creatures that have no control over their facial muscles, so can only “smile” by lowering their jaw. Dogs fit this description. Muppets fit this description. Most women in Hollywood fit this description. And Barbara Walters evidently does, too. See?

Not bad for the fourteen.

It seems like everybody who doesn’t have time to blog still has time to blog about not blogging. By the way, here’s what Dave’s blog will look like after it wilts:

I can’t imagine why I’m not employed as a graphic artist, can you?

Hey, I just blogged about blogging about not blogging. Quick! Somebody blog about that!

On Sunday, I set out to change a couple of lightbulbs in our living room. One of them came detached from its base… the metal bit with the threads was still firmly attached to the light fixture. Naturally, I picked up my trusty set of pliers, and… perhaps this can be best summed up with a joke. How many Hyatts does it take to change a lightbulb? Two, plus a couple of licensed electricians to replace the circuit breaker and reassemble the light fixture. Sigh.

For those of you following along at home, let it be hereby known that I happily finished Neverwinter Nights sometime early last week. Now that I’m again in command of my own free time, the bills have been paid, the laundry has (thankfully) been done, and I’ve put in an order for some new diner-style dining room furniture. Life is good. More to the point, it’s good to have my life back.

The furniture is going to take 9-10 weeks, by the way, so Pav‘s going to have to wait a while longer before getting his hands on our table.

Finally figured out how to blog as myself so that the posts don’t show up as being from “David Hyatt”. Duh.