Came back to Oak Harbor today for Jonard’s daughter’s Christening. Went to the Knights of Columbus hall. Junior was telling Jayme about the hall and I realized that I’ve sort of forgotten how many memories we all have there. We were literally there at least five times a year. And that’s not counting the times we were there for Squires (Knights of Columbus teenage edition) stuff. I gave away ten dollars in a game of poker with the uncles. Well worth it though.
Since everyone in the world is giving their prediction, I’m going to participate—Colts 35, Patriots 31.
My dad hates Gilbert Arenas, which makes me a little sad since I imagine his impression of 0 (arrogant and runs his mouth) represents what a lot of people are thinking. He’s fairly frustrated with the Sonics situation with Oklahoma and a bunch of young players. As a result of this, he’s going back to rooting for his team in the 80s, the Celtics. Mostly because he likes Ray Allen.
I got my hard drive again. It powers on. Things are looking up. It took me a while to realize this, but you can plug all kinds of things into the PS3. The idea I have in mind is that I can fill the My Book with a bunch of movies.
It’s currently national novel writing month. Breaking it down, you need to average a little over 1600 words a day to hit 50,000 words at the end of the month. Maybe next year I’ll try it out. I can only imagine the hot garbage that would spew from my keyboard if I forced myself to add 5 pages a day to a story I haven’t thought through. But hey, that’s the point.