Saturday. A nice, quiet day.

  • Slept in, which is a nice thing.
  • Didn’t do much during the early part of the day.
  • Jess and I went to Red Lobster for dinner… and then she went to work, I came home.
  • Worked on getting the laptop back into working order: I installed the new HD and now it has much more headroom…. not to mention: IT LIVES AGAIN!!!
    ::: cue maniacal laughter :::

  • Bowled with Larry; I won 3 of 5. Barely. We both seemed to be off of our normal games.
  • Came home.

Everyone seems to be posting personality tests; far be it from me to not conform publicly.


Which Chess Piece Are You?

“Your mind is a scary place to be.”
To quote Scar, from The Lion King,”You have NO idea…”

I also find this amusing because being “Black King” is something of a demotion. I’ve always thought of myself more along the lines of “Black Lord High Emperor” or, even more simply: “Da Heat.” Oh well. The king is the highest ranking piece on the board, so I guess I can’t (or shouldn’t) complain too much.

Quote of the Day: In something that, in my mind, brings a fitting close to Black History Month, Dee told me about Vonetta Flowers on this past Wednesday. She has achieved a couple of history-making firsts:

  • She, and teammate Jill Bakken, were awarded the first medals ever awarded in the Olympic Women’s Bobsleigh event; and
  • Vonetta is the first black athlete to win a gold medal at the Winter Olympic Games.

I have something of a running joke with my friends about the lack of black athletes in water sports of any state: liquid, solid (ice or snow), or gaseous (water vapor, i.e.: skydiving). Let’s face it: there aren’t many. After Dee told me about Flowers and Bakken won the Women’s Bobsleigh, I told him that black athletes were branching out. His response: “*sigh* Well, we still have clog dancing.” I told him that I think that is safe. For now.

Peace.