Sky Pilots


Somehow, I don’t think this would have happened at any of my previous employers. It’s not every day that the Navy’s Leap Frog parachuting team comes to call. But, nobody minded.

Big old Jet airliner came bearing gifts…

Least we could do was to comp their parking tokens

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Nurseable Grudges


A few random thoughts from the week that was:

-The paving of Delaware Park’s ring road started this week, lousing life up for those of us who work there. I first saw the sign Wednesday, revised for Thursday centered around all our usual turf. At this rate, I’ll be paying my employer to park in our lot where it’s safe. It will be fine in the end as it is nice to have a break from people who drive smart cars yet still manage to take up two parking spaces.

-Can’t our cable provider get BBC America and CBC in HD? CBC for the hockey and BBC for the Top Gear? I’d be a happy guy.

-Think Derek Roy’s disappearance from the stat sheet saved Cellino and Barnes substantive cash?

-Speaking of Top Gear, the History Channel is going to take a shot at an American version, which will be a mistake. The quintessentially British car show is as much fun as it is because of the people doing it. Instead of American comics, do us a favor and show some from early launch. We don’t always need to convert to improve. But at least, it’s the History Channel trying because if NBC gave it a go, it would be doomed. One of the actual hosts of the program, Jeremy Clarkson, once told some tv writers that American audiences wouldn’t get it. He’s wrong, american television executives wouldn’t get it.

-I think Joe Golombek might be on to something if he’d quit fighting Sam Hoyt and thought more about Antoine Thompson (not my concept, but I agree with wholeheartedly)

-The nicest thing I can think to say about Dale Volcker’s retirement is “Bye”

-Thanks to my company’s stature, the loan I took has already started being paid back and I still haven’t seen the check yet.

-Really don’t care about the NFL Draft and the ratings/cash grab of two nights of prime time tv, which did serve to keep the Mets off it.

“Go into the light”


My crappy cellphone picture managed to catch a bit of a metaphor.

It’s kind of funny, the sights you see depending on your place of employ. When your employee parking lot is Delaware Park, you have it pretty good. Happen to see this the other night leaving work. Either a plow or a sloppy driver managed to take out this street light. This is right at the height of the Park Conservancy versus City Hall dust up.  It’s sort of represents that battle. The Conservancy kept the light on, but the City was a little slow in sending somebody to clean it up. The lamp laid in state for another few days when I left for my holiday.

Midweek Tidbits, Munchkins and Other Pastries


Got out on the bike tonight and it felt great and humbling at the same time. I do wonder what it does to the thought processes after awhile. Me on a bike through Gates Circle is a sight me in my car would have thought to be a true idiot. But I made the trek down to Delaware Park and did a lap of the famous ring road, periodically running along this teenage girl on an old school style banana seat style bike. I don’t think she lapped me, but she wasn’t working hard either.

I was working hard. It’s part of my process of learning to navigate city traffic. Buffalo drivers do sort of suck. The mentality seems to be “Go right-a-fucking head” upon viewing a yield sign. I would like to see our residents navigate something like New York’s Henry Hudson Parkway as part of renewing drivers licenses. That would separate the posers from the true motorists in a heartbeat. Felt good to get out and shake the cobwebs from the first part of the week. Did a slow roll back up Elmwood and it is always a neat way to see the world.

I think the Buffalo Kayak tour is calling for Sunday. I’ve been thinking and thinking and it is time just shut up and do it. You should come.

I read a revue of a Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band show from Europe that described the show as phenomenal and quite a victory lap. Victory lap? That is a cliche that smells like the end is near. It’s to be expected and if that is the case, it’s been a hell of a ride, but I’d like one more round. The current tour could add a Buffalo stop, after all we’ve mean to one another, c’mon Bruce, one more and I’ll quit making snide comments about “Queen of the Supermarket.” Ah, well, that alone might make a small road trip worth doing.

Dealing with a waffling sponsor prospect for my office which unnecessarily stressed me and ruined the afterglow of a good sponsor meeting to start the day yesterday. Got to love a meeting where they feed you. Bacon should always play a role in these proceedings. Good folks to work with and I hope we can come together.

This beat impaired old duffer is headed down to see George Clinton tomorrow night. For free? hell yeah, Uncle Jam wants you. Good tunes and beer, these are a few of my favorite things.

Got a bonus night with my loyal traveling companion last night, the resulting Family Guy marathon, videogaming and munching of Mr. Pizza’s finest did us both a world of good.

Wednesday was better for it.

That was the week that was…


It’s been some surreal days….

My office was the driving force behind a black-tie fundraiser last friday. I think it may have cured me from any public speaking fears ever, as I modeled both a rug and a canoe for a crowd of 500 people. Most of them were rather disinterested and more concerned with their wine glass content but even still. The things you take for the team. I did my best “Vanna White” with both objects within the context of a live auction. That unnatural picture set the tone for an odd week to be sure.

We do an “Earth Day” promotion every year around this time to avoid the unpredictable April weather in Western New York. The reward for such precaution to see an example of all kinds of earth weather, currently raining as I write this. The time honored equation of thinning hair and fat rain drops is its own waterboarding. I confess, already.

Great confluence of events at work has skewed my playtime. I’m ready to return to my regularly scheduled stuff and go on the sunday morning kayak tour, but circumstances conspire to keep me landlocked. Next week, a sea lion birthday party. The price of showbiz!

Did I mention the new digs? Events again conspired but at least in a good way, as I got out of the closet that I was in and into a space that has windows, a whole wall in fact. I can stop staring into space and start staring into Delaware Park. Never has a mac guy been so glad for windows.

It’s the little things that keep you going sometimes.

Leave a little room for cream….


It’s funny what you notice on the ride to work. I work just off Delaware Park and on the nice days, the park road is flooded with fresh air types doing a lap of the park. The thing that sticks with me is that all these folks believe they are parking land yachts and they fill the spots closest to the entrance, dropping the car the moment they get on the property. I wouldn’t care but that is close to my work place so I do an unplanned lap trying to get to my office. Wouldn’t it make make sense to park near the exit since you’ll be, ya know, leaving???

Some of these folks need refreshers on parallel parking.

Try to be local when I get coffee, but I sometimes wonder what planet the Spot kids are on. Went in this morning and got a tankard of the house blend. I was told I was all set. The tankards are nearly $2.00. I don’t really care that the cashier kept my six cents without apology but it threw me off. I picked up my coffee, which was almost what I ordered, but not quite. None of it was anything to get worked up about, but it was enough little things that “not quite” seemed to sum the whole episode up. “Was it a good cup of coffee?” “Not quite.”

I haven’t been a regular devotee of the 11:30 nightly shows for sometime. I’ve always liked David Letterman, been to the show a few times, etc. I don’t dislike Jay Leno, but it was never important to me. I did tune in to see Conan O’brien’s debut at the helm of the Tonight Show. He did fine. Much gets made unnecessarily about what plays at 12:30 versus 11:30. Nice to see him not turn into a hack.

Canada is off the hook for a few weeks. Spent my last little bit o change and got the passport ordered. I needed one but the border crossings law seems more of a money grab than anything to keep us safe. There are still large parts of the Canadian and Mexican borders that have nothing on them at all. In my mind, these have always been two separate issues instead of one blanket problem. I say this being fairly confident that if there is a Ft. Erie Al-Queda cell, it has to be in a deep sleep. I think the greater risk is the economies of Western New York and Southern Ontario. The days of the impulse trip for Chinese Food or even to the beach are done. This is gesture for gesture sake. As George Carlin pointed out about airport security, “This was all done to make the white people feel safe.”

This white guy feels about the same as before.

Really enjoyed the Dave Matthews concert on FUSE last night. It’s fun to see a huge act take on a small show. Last time I got to see them it was from the 5th or 6th row. Seeing them push themselves in a small venue like the Beacon Theater made up for the fact that I couldn’t motivate myself to get a Coldplay ticket. Love the band, hate Darien Lake as a concert venue. Props to Ch. 2 in Buffalo. One of their web folks pointed a link to a spot the band had set aside to download the free live album concertgoers got handed to them.

Watching DMB made me wonder if any person enjoys their work as much as DMB drummer Carter Beauford.

Off to celebrate the fact as of today I am the parenthood of an 18 year old. My darling daughter was born on this date at 8:42 p.m., a date that seems like it happened yesterday. I have lots of twenty and thirty something friends who say crap about feeling so old or that makes them feel so old. Shut the fuck up all of you. When your child is raiding your record collection, when her senior banquet is at one of the bars you frequent, when you both pick out Thursday in the Square shows, then you can make some claim to feeling a little old.

Good thing I still got the looks.

Shaddup!!