þÿ<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> <html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> <head> <meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html;charset=iso-8859-1" /> <meta name="generator" content="RapidWeaver" /> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="../styles.css" /><style type="text/css" media="all"></style><script type="text/javascript" src="../javascript.js"></script><script type="text/javascript" language="JavaScript"></script> <title>Sep 2006</title> </head> <body class="blog-archive-background"> <div class="blog-archive-headings-wrapper"> <div class="blog-archive-month">Sep 2006</div> <div class="blog-archive-link"><a href="../page0.html">Archive 05-06</a> | <a href="archive-13.html">Oct 2006</a> | <a href="archive-11.html">Aug 2006</a></div> </div> <div class="blog-archive-entries-wrapper"> <div id="unique-entry-id-863" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">The End of Another Quarter. </div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/30/2006 06:31 AM <span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="6370fb7a8bd642718265cacb5cfb751e-863.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body">Today is the last day to get mentioned in this quarter, Tomorrow, the first day of October is the last day that a mention from today's activities will get into the third quarter mention meter. Yesterday, I called Travis to see if he wanted to join Jenni and I for lunch, he bowed out even knowing that he would get mentioned (he was wearing the I'm a Mention Whore T-Shirt, available through the sidebar link or right here. What better time to get mentioned and probably photographed in the process, but Travis chose to not be there.<br />I had bowling league right after work, and with the sore ribs and the distressed shoulder struggled. I did manage to get a strike in the 5th frame of every game, which means that I was registered for a drawing that gets me into a tournament for a new Mustang. <br />Jeff Moore made his average, Rich Culy came close to his and Scott Proctor and I failed to touch ours in any game. Kay showed up and cheered us up and on with Apple Crisp, from Mary Ann Beuke's birthday at the Chatterbox. Mike Wilson, an alternate Rostered Bowler, came to the alley and bought a ball, had it drilled, and watched our first game which we lost by 55 pins (our closest effort). Mike bought Scott and I a beer before he left, and we continued to get pounded by team Are We Done Yet? The only logical thing to do after a miserable bowling outing like that is to go to Wirty's and shoot some pool, which is exactly what Rich and I did. I also struggled there, but soon that to was a wash out and we hit Lenny's for an after everything meal. Then an hour of conversation. I drove home and fell into bed, and the next thing I know Jenni is saying it's 6:30, and I have to get up and walk Charlie and prepare for another glorious day.<br />After tomorrow's post I'll have to update and tally the mention meter finals. I know it is going to be a close one, but I have to wait like the rest of you. <br /> <span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#67b2ff;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><a href="javascript:HaloScan('930');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('930');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('930');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('930'); </script></a><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; "><em><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-862" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Wasted Day?</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/29/2006 06:34 PM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="7a8984291ba5d759dbb7633749dc1d14-862.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><img class="imageStyle" alt="equipment malfunction" width="528" height="246" src="page0_blog_entry862_1.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>Equipment Malfunction, I got dumped. Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><br />I slept until 9:30, got up and made myself a pot of coffee and breakfast, washed three loads of clothes, installed the Vonage (VoIP) Phone system, programed in a bunch of phone numbers, started to mow the yard just as a violent but short lived storm hit, read two chapters in <strong>Bill Fitzhugh's </strong><strong><em>Fender Benders </em></strong>and after several hours of driving wind helped dry the yard enough, finally mowed the yard. I had just finished when Jenni got home and asked what I had done today, to which I said "Nothing." Then there were a couple of hours where I actually did, umm nothing, except play in iTunes, and update my Paypal account (which still won't except an external payment from my link for some reason), pay some bills online and wait for the Smallville season opener. <br />I had planned to go shopping for a new desk chair since my current one dumped me the other night and did some real damage to my side and right shoulder. The base (and internal metal framework) of my current chair broke as I was leaning back to file some important worldHQ documents, and crashed me (in slow motion) into the pickle barrel I use as a trash can. I jammed my shoulder trying to find a way to stop the unexplainable journey to the floor, and racked my ribs on the lip of the trash barrel, which has me a little worried about bowlingtonight. Wednesday I attempted a few push ups and couldn't get up if I went down as far as usual, so it remains to be seen how the arm will perform. <br /><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#67b2ff;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><a href="javascript:HaloScan('929');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('929');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('929');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('929'); </script></a><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; "><em><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-861" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Milestone</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/27/2006 05:51 AM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="6e32611f3fdc8591652632712a97347e-861.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><div class="image-left"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Evelyn Adams" width="236" height="297" src="page0_blog_entry861_1.jpg"/></div>Yesterday, in the land of camera sales we indeed observed a milestone, our bookkeeper and office manager, Evelyn Adams' 30th anniversary at Roberts. Bruce honored the event by having a party catered in the "classroom" upstairs. Bodacious bar-b-cue and friends, sales reps and former employees all came in to honor Evie, and wish her well. In fact the reps, and well wishers probably outnumbered the buying public. After work what was supposed to be a medium contingent of Chatterboxers, dwindled to a smaller contingent. Just two of us made the arduous trek from the 300 block south of Washington north and east to the Mass ave. recovery station. As the day wore on and more people dropped out of the afterwork rendezvous, I started to have abandonment issues, luckily Mike Wilson was still game, and we knocked back a couple apiece, and some pretzels too. Mario Samaro, after closing the Urban Lilly at promptly 6:00 traded a couple of jokes with Jack Green and I threw in another just for good measure. Brooks left as I arrived, or I'm sure he could have added to the humor fire, he carries around as many remembered jokes as I do, at least one for any occasion, and <div class="image-right"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Liz some'gin" width="192" height="267" src="page0_blog_entry861_2.jpg"/></div>usually a barrage, once the flood gates are opened. Liz arrived with a Guiness Truffle delivery, and we found out that Little Buddy Travis has been under the weather while the rest of us have been languishing in it. Mike and I caught up with Jim and Cheryl Strain, and at about 7:00 the festivities were over. I was up until about 3 o'clock the night before, so when I got home, the fatigue of two days, and the mellowing of two beers (o.k. three) toppled me like a north woods oak, and I crashed until 4:00 this morning, when I started waking and drifting ever 15 minutes or so until I finally surrendered to wakefulness. When I stepped out into the hallway, heading toward the World HQ I found a package left for me by Charlie (who usually waits to do his business in the bushes outdoors), then about an hour later when Jenni saw me, with arms crossed staring at the computer and web authoring software (which are just crawling this morning) and declared me in a bad mood, which is a great way to ensure the emotional state. Luckily I get to go to work, where nobody cares what kind of mood I'm in most of the time, and it doesn't matter anyway. The time is now 7:23, and it has taken an hour and a half to write this piece, and format the photos, now i get to experience the joy of the work-a -day. <br />Congrats to Evie, on day 1 of her 31st year at Roberts.<br /><span style="font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; color:#979797;">Chuck Pace &copy;2006</span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('927');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('927');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('927');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('927'); </script></a></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-860" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Routine, Repetition and Then... </div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/26/2006 12:23 AM <span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="ad70c709c57e9764690df5ad2e1ce4a3-860.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body">Like so many Monday's before it, yesterday was a continuation of a routine. A pattern of <div class="image-right"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Jo Mongan" width="235" height="324" src="page0_blog_entry860_1.jpg"/></div>actions that vary but repeat in principle or design. <em>The post, the drive into work, the lunchtime, the afterwork activities, the night.</em> Much like every other monday, much like every other work day. Is it a rut? A clockwork existence? An electric train set with no real life characters? NO.<br />There were so many new and different threads woven into the pattern, the fabric continues to change and evolve, maybe when looked back at from a dozen years the pattern will look repetitious, but each day is an individual tapestry, and the weaving is the journey, not the final material. <br />Yesterday we were introduced to a new employee at Roberts. Jo Mongan, sister to our Purchasing agent Rita Morris, started at the front counter, answering phones and assisting in the general processing of accounts, receiving and customer service. Jo is the first employee hired since I started my web site, so she is the first to be welcomed in this fashion. <br /><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="Chasers" width="528" height="288" src="page0_blog_entry860_2.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>Three Contenders and Eddie, just on the outside looking in. Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><br /><div class="image-left"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Prez_Brooks" width="236" height="308" src="page0_blog_entry860_3.jpg"/></div>After work I joined Jenni and Rebecca on the patio at the Chatterbox, ...already in progress. Under the awning was Bill and Matt Brooks, with someone I don't know (Is that even possible? A stranger to Chuck? Do my senses deceive me?) and Heather and David at the rail next to Urban Lilly, Inc. Floral and Gift shop They were at the rail because Heather had a new puppy Henry on the outside of it, it was socialization night for young Hank the mutt. On the patio behind Jenni and Rebecca's table were Daryl Spurlock and Jane Varner, who moved as the sun moved, like solar panels until the light began waning, then they left. Matt and Bill were leaving, and I took a picture Brooks in his big money monkey suit while in the background Matt set off his car alarm, which sounded like an alien invasion. Kay arrived and the core of Chasers was complete, with Rich, Mel. I expected Kay to be wearing clown shoes or something, but instead she was sporting zucchini and chocolate breads. Jenni <div class="image-right"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Derry&Jane" width="236" height="139" src="page0_blog_entry860_4.jpg"/></div>finished up and left as did Rich. Mel, Eddie and I stopped in to see Maggie Lynn and then Mel and I headed across to the Three Dog Bakery to get treats for our pooches at home. I headed home and watched the season opener of Heroes, and the second edition of Studio 60. There were some notable absences in the Chasers, the quiet guy, the outgoing guy, the musician guy, the chair chick and the chocolate making gal, and they were missed. <br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; color:#3752cf;">Chuck Pace &copy;2006</span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('926');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('926');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('926');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('926'); </script></a></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-859" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Foggy Morning Breakdown</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/25/2006 06:27 AM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="571653145be73392563aa56aa03bb626-859.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><div class="image-right"><img class="imageStyle" alt="ugly split" width="235" height="163" src="page0_blog_entry859_1.jpg"/></div><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; ">Colts</span> are 3-0 due to our pass defense and two great "unexpected" plays. Terrance Wilkins, the former and current <span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; ">Colt</span> kick return specialist broke one for a big 82 yard TD that fired the defense and got the <span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; ">Colts</span> on track. The return was on the <span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; ">Colts</span> third possession of only four in the first half, Jacksonville came with a very good game plan. The second half started to look like a more familiar <span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; ">Colts</span> team with a 3 minute drive ending in a Manning to Dallas Clark TD pass. Both teams traded series and punts for the next four possessions until Jags kicker Josh Scobee missed a FG, hitting the left upright and sending the ball careening off to the right with just 49 seconds remaining n the third quarter. The forth quarter started with two more traded punts, then on the second <span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; ">Colts</span> possession of the quarter from the two yard line, after a -1 yard carry from Joseph Addai, coach Dungee called in a repeat of the play that just failed, with one wrinkle; Manning was to keep the ball and do a right side "naked" bootleg. Jax 7-<strong>Ind. 21</strong> Leftwich and the Jags countered with an almost 5 minute long drive that ended in a 7 yard TD pass to Jones-Drew, <strong>Jax 14</strong>- Ind 21. The Jags tried to counter again after another <span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; ">Colts</span> punt, and were driving on a 2 minute drill when <span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; ">Colts</span> DB Mike Doss intercepted Leftwich pass intended for Reggie Williams, and sealed the Colts 3rd victory in as many outings. <br />That was what I was watching from the World HQ yesterday, Then I switched to the final thirty laps of the Nascar wreckfest in Dover, I had been tracking the Fantasy league on the chuckpace.com mobil command unit (laptop) during the Game while pursuing other activities on the mainframe unit in the revamped HQ. Earlier in the day I had gone to BestBuy to acquire more freedom from the phone company, picking up a Vonage two phone and cable system router which we will be switching over to soon, retaining the same phone numbers. At about 5:45 PM I wondered if I was supposed to bowl on the Sunday league with Rich, Mel and Will Andrichik, a flurry of phone calls to Rich's phone, David's phone, Dorothy and Will's phones confirmed nothing, and I started on my way to the alley just in case, when Rich called. We all struggled on lanes that had hosted a tournament and hadn't been redressed but managed to win all the points for team Mel N Them. <br />Congratulations to Mel for her first victory in the Red Nascar Fantasy League, and to me for my first Victory in the Blue league, and staying ahead of Pam Walker in the Red league. <br />Cyber Jed out from the world HQ. <br />Happy anniversary to Meredith and David, (let us know when the stitches come out David). <br /><span style="font-size:15px; font-weight:bold; color:#3752cf;">3-0 GO COLTS!<br /></span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; color:#3752cf;"><br />Chuck Pace &copy;2005</span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('925');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('925');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('925');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('925'); </script></a></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-858" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">New and Improved</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/23/2006 07:03 PM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-6.html">Compukn'</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="ea879fe67b9474ccd212bbc3a7c89b57-858.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Compu-worldq3" width="528" height="346" src="page0_blog_entry858_1.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>World HQ in HD, Cleaned and reorganized. Chuck Pace &copy;2006</em></span> <br />Building a Better chuckpace.com World Headquarters for all of us. That's how I closed my earlier post this morning. Since then I've been busy. I''ve been to the store and gotten cables to hook up the 15" HD set, I've installed the HD set, and I've gotten the World HQ straightened some; De-cluttered the desk, and have turned unused space into more CD storage, by using CD bins from Target as wall modules. I've also watched the Busch Race while converting the Mention Meter into HTML (The totals for the top 11 Jenni plus the Chasers) reflect the last day before the Chase, on Tuesday I'll show the numbers in the actual Chase format. While I was moving stuff around in the World HQ, I scared up a rather large Spider, given Jenni's terror <div class="image-left"><img class="imageStyle" alt="TV&CD rack" width="235" height="109" src="page0_blog_entry858_2.jpg"/></div>over the Arachnid co-inhabitants of this planet, I was forced to flush him in the bathroom, he (or she) may still be alive in the pipes of the sewer system, I can only guess. Update , updated, images loaded. TV on the wall. Tomorrow Comcast is coming out and giving (selling) us Digital Cable, so from tomorrow on I will have many more HD channels to enjoy.<br /><p style="text-align:center;" > <img class="imageStyle" alt="Scarey_Spider" width="235" height="203" src="page0_blog_entry858_3.jpg"/><br /></p><p><strong><em>In Other News:</em></strong> I purchased a few more Death Cab For Cutie CD's to enlarge my collection (and prepare for the upcoming concert at the Murat) as well as the DVD-A, 5.1 version of Donald Fagen's Morph the Cat. What a cool mix and use of the sonic space. Too Cool! <br />I have Hi Def Video and Superior Audio music to play here at the Cyber Clampett Mansion. Till the next post. <br />Chuck out from the revamped chuckpace.com World HQ. (Now in High Def!)<br />Happy First day of Fall, let the leaves turn and fall. Happy New Year to the People of David, as last night at sundown, year 5767 of the Hebrew calendar, Rosh Hashanah Began and Tomorrow night at Nightfall the Holiday ends. Today is another anniversary as well. The discovery of Neptune was on September 23, 1846.<br /></p><p style="text-align:center;" > <img class="imageStyle" alt="Neptune" width="288" height="284" src="page0_blog_entry858_4.jpg"/><br />The Discovery of Neptune is credited to Urbain Le Verrie, John Couch and Johann Galle. 137 years later, in 1983 faint rings were also discovered around Neptune by Edward (Whoppi Goldberg) Guinan and a team of astronomers. So there is your astronomical tie in to Rosh Hashanah, Fall and Neptune. And now a Punch-line only moment..."IceBerg, Goldberg what's the difference!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#67b2ff;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('9232');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('9232');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('9232');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('9232'); </script></a><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; "><em><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-857" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Early to Rise</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/23/2006 07:30 AM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="f00ddf93f50de141bdca691cc0ee2fee-857.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body">Well the Cyber-Clampetts are at it again. Yesterday after Jenni and I went to lunch, Jenni (who normally only works 4 hours on Fridays) went to BestBuy and best bought a 15" Magnavox LCD HDTV for the world headquarters. The World HQ is in complete disarray right now and in need of a facelift, what better time to do some living space improvements than while (or before) wall mounting a HDTV? Plus this LCDTV also acts as a computer monitor, is that cool or what? So I got up at 6:30, as though it was a work day, which it is not. Well except for the demands of the chuckpace.com audience and the rejuvenation efforts at the World HQ, o.k. and the mention meter updates, that are coming I swear they are man.<br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="compu_worldhq2" width="528" height="388" src="page0_blog_entry857_1.jpg"/><br />The photo shows the pre-juvenation work area. That is mostly just clutter, and a few CD's . So I'll get to it and update again later with progress and such.<br />Building a Better chuckpace.com World Headquarters for all of us. <br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#67b2ff;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('9231');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('9231');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('9231');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('9231'); </script></a><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; "><em><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-856" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Crastination</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/22/2006 06:30 AM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-6.html">Compukn'</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="04c7bf391e68f92187de614596b0ffec-856.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><div class="image-right"><img class="imageStyle" alt="arts garden party" width="235" height="358" src="page0_blog_entry856_1.jpg"/></div><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; "><em>Wednesday </em></span><span style="font-size:13px; ">Jenni and I went to an Arts Garden Party (without the very diseased Ricky Nelson, thank god) for the Chocolate Fest, that's where I took the cool clouds picture. We saw Glen Bucy there talking to one Big Bitter White Chocolate Chip, that was hauntingly familiar. Then there was Meredith Garber there as well assisting Liz "Best Chocolate in Town" DiNicola, and Rudy Gonzales at the Dino's Vino table. Another customer and a good friend of mine Susan Davis was taking money and dispersing entry tickets, so I social butterfly-ed my way around then we were off in time to gorge ourselves on overly rich morsels. Yum.<br /></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; "><em>Well</em></span><span style="font-size:13px; "> I sat and worked on the mention meter updates for a couple of hours last night, manually updating the counts into an excel worksheet, but I ran out of time before I could convert them into html and upload them, so I will get that done here in the next couple of days. We are already into the "Chase" portion of the tallies and I can tell you that there are two first time chasers in the running this time, so it should prove to be interesting. Just a little more patience. Things will be all right. <br /></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; "><em>For</em></span><span style="font-size:13px; "> the past few days John Domont has been coming into he store and outfitting himself for an upcoming photo trip to Viet Nam. This sounds like an adventure and trip of a lifetime, I hear that the country is beautiful. Yesterday John was in with his daughter and my friend, Charlie Schleicher who no longer works for the Starbucks organization, but is now at Gingko's in Broadripple. I've never been to Ginkgo's, but next week, on my day off I just might. Charlie and I have talked about grabbing lunch, or maybe even a beer, since she is off next Thursday also. While they were in the store, John insisted that I tell Charlie an off color joke, I was reluctant but then she said go ahead, since here dad had built it up so much. After the punchline I asked if it made her jump, she said a little at first. </span><span style="font-size:14px; "><br /></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; "><em>Tonight </em></span><span style="font-size:13px; ">is already week three of the Friday Night Adult Bowling league at Sport Bowl (sport bow, sport bow), and my Captain, My Captain, we still don't have a team name for Team 10, We have to put something down tonight of forever be known as those clever guys from team ten. I was trying to come up with something that had ten in the name, Ten-Shun, The Four Tenors, something, and last week I came up with several and none made it out of committee. This left me with a tintinabulation ringing of bells or whistles in my ears and I gave up. <br /></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; "><em>Tomorrow</em></span><span style="font-size:13px; "> is Bobby Pote's party at the Pote Palatial Paradise resort and Beer Garden, hopefully the rains will be gone, and the band can play outside, otherwise more tintinabulation will result from amplified music in confined spaces. I'm hoping to be in attendance, but Jenni has said something about a surprise for me this weekend, she's being vague and I think that there maybe a Partsunknown Payback in the works!i!<br /></span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><a href="http://www.cafepress.com/chuckpace/980061" rel="self">Mention Whore Sales</a></span><span style="font-size:13px; "> were Brisk on the first day of Trading, the early returns were promising after Kelli LaFara, (trying to live up to the billing), jumped into the ring with a camisole and thong starting bid! <br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#67b2ff;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('922');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('922');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('922');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('922'); </script></a><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; "><em><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-855" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Value Added Edition</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/21/2006 06:53 AM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-4.html">Gags</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="f34f84c4f9ece7ac251964f6d3669d99-855.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body">As a special bonus to my growing list of readers, I am giving you a once in a lifetime offer. This is a chuckpace.com exclusive that no other blog can match. Being in the retail world (and aren't we all really) I can appreciate the need to set myself apart from the competition, and a value added extra (the value is usually to the provider not the receiver, but...) is just the ticket. In true commercial, commerce driven inspiration, I can honestly say that today's blog is a real barn burner of a deal. There is no need to click on the terms acceptance button to get these deals and savings, you may already be a winner! (certain restrictions apply) There is a deadline, so act now, don't let this once in a lifetime deal slip through your fingers. In conjunction with our affiliates we can offer you a glimpse into the real world through our own tinted (rose color, is a personal favorite) percepto-blog. This is the way it really should have been if it isn't the way you remembered it. <br /><div class="image-left"><img class="imageStyle" alt="beckybobble" width="237" height="203" src="page0_blog_entry855_1.jpg"/></div>Due to the lack of actual inspiration or content, I have chosen to have a balderdash close-out, just to make room for the new models, coming soon right here at chuckpace.com. First up, the image from Jenni Pace (a provider of exclusive additional materials when we are in a slump), now available in standard and extra crispy. The BeckyBobble 4.95 each or two for 9.00 (a savings of 10 cadrillion percent, according to our math experts.) Second, <strong><em> New, Mention Whore</em></strong> items are now available at your chuckpace.com CafePress outlet, or just a click away through this convenient compu-world link portal.<br /> <a href="http://www.cafepress.com/chuckpace/980061" rel="external"><img class="imageStyle" alt="go button" width="48" height="20" src="page0_blog_entry855_2.jpg"/></a><br />Remember you don't have to be a whore to dress like one, go to any concert event or Junior High school and you'll see what I mean. <br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#66b2ff;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('921');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('921');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('921');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('921'); </script></a><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; "><em><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-854" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Ready To Drop</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/20/2006 06:48 AM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-3.html">Toil It</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="b02e0ad54a278aaef0e0bf6c71ff1593-854.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body">Already tired and fatigued from a crazy final four hours at work, I headed to the Chatterbox, for a very special night and reason. Maddie Tucker was coming out. She's been giving her parents a lot of assistance lately, and usually goes straight from work to their place to take care of them. Her mother had two shuts recently, and her father is all but totally wheelchair bound . So it was a special occasion to get maddie out of the Grove. Once again the place was adorned with the usual trinkets and baubles. David and Brooks were braving the chill air on the patio, inside (where the slightly more sane ones were) from back to front, Nicci, Peter (both wearing cool hats), DeAnne, Rich and the me. Soon Maddie, Eddie, Kay, Mel and Jenni arrived and we started to take over and out number the employees, then Brooks left and David came in and did the universal brrrr, on the stage. Jody Frick was next, then a Surprise Lisa DeMumbrum visit, a not so surprising Jack Green visit a rare Hal Daniels sighting. Hal sat with me for a bit and we talked of many glorious yarden projects, he is paving his entire yard too and got a pretty good jump on me. Then I went back to the jukebox and the restroom, and before I could get away the knotted back of Nicci Herrin had "roped " me in and I been trying to work through the rigging and get to the mainsails, arrr! (yesterday was International talk like a pirate day) Avast, it was like wrestling in a cabinet o' angry snakes. Mary Daniels showed up and started telling me about the grand baby Olivia, I started regaling the Daniels with stories of my brilliant daughter who is to this day Being Have (long A as in save). Jenni had long since given up and gone home, Mel and Maddie were all but caught up, and I was ready for rest, I said my hello's and goodbyes at the same time to John David, Darryl Spurlock and Jane, and a few other later arrivals, then I was out and on the way home, to import a few more CD's then hit the sack. (We don't sleep in sacks either like the "hay" this is another Phil and Madge Pace colloquialism). <br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="bobbleheads2" width="525" height="154" src="page0_blog_entry854_1.jpg"/><br /><strong>Check Out the Big Brains on Jenni, Bruce, Kelli and Mike! <br />Jenni Pace & Bruce Fletcher &copy;2006</strong><br />I didn't take a single photo during the 19th day of September 2006, but I think Jenni has bailed me out. She and her coworkers, during the course of a very busy and serious day found a micromoment to unwind (right after Rebecca left, I think it was). Using a Monitor Screen Magnifier they turned themselves into "Bobble Heads", and Jenni was able (with Bruce Fletcher's help), during this micromoment, to document some of this. I'm reminded of the Smallville finale, and these people are stranded in the phantom zone with Clark now I think!<br />Tonight, straight home from work. <br /><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; "><br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><img class="imageStyle" alt="page0_blog_entry852_4" width="235" height="195" src="page0_blog_entry854_2.jpg"/><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; "><br /></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#257623;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('920');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('920');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('920');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('920'); </script></a><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; "><em><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-852" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Smash Mouth or Gummed Up?</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/19/2006 05:53 AM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="aac397500ded37318d3ff143f6e27d87-852.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><div class="image-left"><img class="imageStyle" alt="page0_blog_entry852_1" width="192" height="440" src="page0_blog_entry852_1.jpg"/></div><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; ">I'm no sports analyst, but that seemed like true mastery last night! The Jags took the game, the Steelers and the nation by surprise. I'm worried that the Colts are not ready for them next week, their defense was amazing. I know Ben Rothlisberger, even without a fever would have struggled against the constant barrage they put down. The Defending Superbowl Champs' O line could not keep the Jags out of the backfield. Indy has a really good O line, but come on!</span><span style="font:13px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; "> <br /></span><span style="font:13px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; ">"</span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; color:#333333;">I catt bedeeve da schooperbow chamch god schud out!" Said Jenni who had a smash mouth experience of her own yesterday (no, I didn't hit her!) at the dentist, and oral surgeon consultation. She's been having some problems with her gums, apparently she has a conjoined twin in the roof of her mouth trying to take possession of the rest. She was a little down in the mouth yesterday, and I wasn't even here to to hear about it for the immediate afterwork commiseration consideration. </span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; "><br /></span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; color:#333333;">I was at the box (boggz, as Jenni said). Jack Green, Mel, Rich, C Scott, Kay, DeAnne and David Adrichick were at the box too, as was Peter Park, fresh from his first ever shift on Saturday. Travis showed up and we downed a couple of pints of Guinness Goodness, in honor the dearly departed Irish Fest, everybody left me but Mel and we talked until just before MNF Kickoff. With the game about to start we both paid off DeAnne before Nicci came on shift and headed out.</span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; "><br /></span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; color:#333333;"> </span><div class="image-right"><img class="imageStyle" alt="page0_blog_entry852_2" width="168" height="148" src="page0_blog_entry852_2.jpg"/></div><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; color:#333333;">I was parked in front of Luna and stopped in to see Maggie Lynn and buy some much needed music, including </span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight:bold; color:#333333;">John Hiatt's, </span><span style="font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; color:#333333;"><em>Master of Disaster</em></span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; color:#333333;"> and </span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight:bold; color:#333333;">Yo Lo Tengo's, </span><span style="font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; color:#333333;"><em>I'm No Afraid Of You and I Will Beat Your Ass.</em></span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; color:#333333;"> Then home for the surprise Football shutout. </span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; "><br /></span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; color:#333333;">Not only were Steelers fans howling all night from agony and pain, so was Jenni and the Howler Monkey in the bedroom. Somewhere around 4:00 AM the cute little stuffed toy monkey with the not so cute big voice-box inside started chorusing us every minute or two,</span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; "><br /></span><div class="image-right"><img class="imageStyle" alt="page0_blog_entry852_3" width="235" height="146" src="page0_blog_entry852_3.jpg"/></div><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; color:#333333;"> and hasn't stopped yet. Jenni got up and stuffed him between some towels in the master bath and shut the door, but I could still hear his song throughout the early morning hours until 5:42 when I got up to start the day and the post. As I was preparing the artwork for this post he sang again, and is sure to do so all morning. That's all the time there is. At least for this post. Chowder, kiddies. </span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; "><br /></span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; color:#333333;">Chuck Off. </span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; "><br /><br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><img class="imageStyle" alt="page0_blog_entry852_4" width="235" height="195" src="page0_blog_entry852_4.jpg"/><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; "><br /></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#257623;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('919');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('919');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('919');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('919'); </script></a><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; "><em><br /></em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-851" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Games, Storms, Kilts and 5 tickets Please</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/17/2006 11:34 PM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="5659c69027d7bd9296844d24a9cb0039-851.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><img class="imageStyle" alt="gaelic storm #2" width="523" height="276" src="page0_blog_entry851_1.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; color:#266a22;"><em>11:15 PM Saturday Night Gaelic Storm Finale. Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><br /><strong><em>11:23 AM</em></strong> Another great Irish Fest winds down today. I took some great shots last night and on Friday as well. <br />Saturday night we had quite a crew with us. Scott Proctor, Rich Culy, Pam Walker, Ed Sipes, Jenni and I all parked at the Chatterbox and walked to Military park, crossing the canal at Vermont through somebody's wedding at the fountains and crossover bridge. Once at the Park, we hooked up with Wilson, Jami Day and Kel Renae (Kelli LaFara). <div class="image-left"><img class="imageStyle" alt="jami_day-kel_renae" width="235" height="189" src="page0_blog_entry851_2.jpg"/></div>We also tracked down Travis, Liz and Ma & Pa DiNicola (Bob and Pam). On our way to hear <strong>The Searson's</strong> I got a call from Mel, and soon she too was in the fine company of our fine company. Kelli and Jami left, so Mike hung with the rest of our crew , at 8:00 we headed over to the Guiness toasting finals, hosted by our own Travis, that's when Travis bought his Utilikilt between draughts of Guiness. Rich had purchased his earlier, and Travis was afraid I would mention Rich more than him, so... The core of us headed to hear <strong>Gaelic Storm</strong> on the Claddagh Stage for the evening's finale, then at 11:30 those of us who had to walk to the Box did so. <br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="off kilters" width="523" height="746" src="page0_blog_entry851_3.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; color:#266a22;"><em>No, I didn't purchase Kilt, Just these two daring denizens of the Box.</em></span> <br /> <div class="image-right"><img class="imageStyle" alt="a boy a kilt a dream" width="235" height="354" src="page0_blog_entry851_4.jpg"/></div><strong><em>1:12 PM</em></strong> I am home watching Racin' and Football. I desperately need to mow my yard, but I'm watching Racin' and Football. There were other chores and duties first thing this morning so I didn't get to any of that, or even finish this post and now I'm watching Racin' and Football. <br /><strong><em>10:13 PM </em></strong>That was hours ago, the race is over the Colts won, and I've mowed my yard. I've been to the bowling alley, as a rostered member of "Mel & Them" establishing my average and handicap for the Sunday night league. I am captain consistency I've got to tell you. On the Friday night league I have a 155 average, on the Sunday night league I have a 155 average. On both leagues I started with my lowest game, then bowled a 180+ game, and finished right about my average, weird eh? Both nights 465 pins exactly. Now it's time to import the images and hit the hay (we don't really sleep on hay, that's an old expression that my folks have used since I was., well since before I was). Sorry that I didn't really have a Sunday Post. This is Saturday and Sunday combined, so deal with it!<br /> <br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#257623;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('918');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('918');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('918');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('918'); </script></a><br /><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#266a22;"><em>Enough kissin' the Blarney Stone.</em></span></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-850" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Celtic Conclusion</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/16/2006 05:41 AM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="fe88ea5308766ea352444cddd3f969a1-850.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body">So the lanes are different. The shoes were being worn for the first time ever and the very first time I ever rolled the new ball was in a tentative pre-bowl practice session. I got one strike in the first game on the last possible chance to get one, the third ball of the 10th frame. So game #1 of the 2006-207 Fall-Winter league was in the books: 124 (big whup). There is room for improvement. So, on to the second game. X / XXX etc.. for a 183, said improvement hath arrived milord! Game three, 158 and my established average is- 155, just a tick below where I finished last season. I'm happy with that. I have left room for general improvement anyway. While I was establishing my average and handicap, Rich was ruining his from last week. There was a spike in the Bell curb. His series? 247, 195, 168 or 610 w/o handicap (well, Mr. Duck this is water, let's see how you take to it). Rich's first game Seven in a row to start then an open frame, then back on the horse. Last week, while I was in Branson, Rich was only knee high in the kiddie pool, establishing a 139 average and a high game of 148. That was last week, his new average? 171. Team 10 was completed by Jeff Moore and Will Andrichick both establishing their Averages and Handicaps; 153 and 160 respectively and good enough for the team (new and improved team name to arrive on your CPU shelves by next week!) to win 5 of the 7 points. Mel came out and watched games two and three then we dispersed to our various evenings activities. So that's that see you tomorrow. <span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#257623;"><em>Chu..</em></span>hmmm?<br />That wasn't enough from me? Where did I go? You mean you want to know more? Oh, O.K. <br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="Festers Four" width="523" height="296" src="page0_blog_entry850_1.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; color:#287524;"><em>Four Fine Irish Festers, Day 1: Chuck Pace &copy;2006</em></span><span style="color:#287524;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="color:#000000;"><em>Right to Left (but lets leave politics out of it) W.Michael, Chuck , Rich and M. Travis.</em></span><strong><em> </em></strong><br /><div class="image-left"><img class="imageStyle" alt="beer_teats" width="235" height="381" src="page0_blog_entry850_2.jpg"/></div><span style="color:#1b5019;">Rich and I went to the 11th annual Irish fest (as advertised in a previously seen post on this very channel). There we hooked up with another of our rostered bowlers W. Mike Wilson, who was there at the pipes and baffles of Beer Truck #2, relieving the pressure and keeping the Festers safe from a horrible brew explosion! There was also Seamus O'Blarney, er I mean M Travis DiNicola (with an Irish heart and an Italian attitude) working as a mouthpiece over at one of the stages, introducing the bands and taking no prisoners. What was missing was Sneaky Peat. Perhaps he will be rolling in this morning, since he is listed as a presenter/merchant at the wee festival, boy-o. Well, I'll be there to check this evening with an even larger crew, and once again I feel I'll be compelled to recap this days events tomorrow, much as I've done here before. Have a Bonnie good time 'til then Lasses and Laddies, and stay away from me Lucky Charms!<br /></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#257623;"><em><br />Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('916');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('916');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('916');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('916'); </script></a><br /><span style="color:#1c501a;"><em>Gorry, Michael at the teats of the aluma-brewcow</em></span>.</div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-849" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Get Your Irish Up!</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/15/2006 06:17 AM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="41fc38f0970730e508e50c78d2b382b3-849.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><img class="imageStyle" alt="franknclaude" width="518" height="355" src="page0_blog_entry849_1.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; color:#267523;"><em>Frank'n'Claude, and before Halloween too. Chuck Pace&copy;2006</em></span><br />The 11th Annual Irish Fest begins today and runs through Sunday. Last year Jenni, Rich, Rebecca, Travis, Liz and I had a blast. We will be looking for Sneaky Peat again, probably hear a Shanty or a Jig (or maybe even two), and try some more Potato Cuisine. But before any o' that can take place there's tonight's wee bit o' keggling. Last week was the first week of Fall league bowling, and I of course was in Missouri, so there you have it. Yesterday, gettin' a jump on the old recreation, I went to Sport Bowl and purchased a new ball, and some new Dexter foot enclosures as well, from there I headed to the Chatterbox to purchase the last two salty, cheesy, pretzels from one Mr. David A., eh? Jenni, Rich, Rebecca and I consumed those, and after Alysha Griffith arrived David dashed off to GFS fer s'more don't cha'know. Jack and Joan were inside when I got there talking with Heather Basile and after David's return he and Heather graced<div class="image-right"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Joe&Heidi" width="235" height="177" src="page0_blog_entry849_2.jpg"/></div> the patio and I showed him my orphaned car show photo's, then we all started talking about rides and rods and waxed poetic about wheeled wonderment. Well not all of us, Heather and Rebecca were on the fringes looking in with disinterest. Scott Proctor showed up, and it became apparent that C Scott likes to drink, imagine that. We also ran into Heidi Herbst whom I haven't seen in at least a year and her friend Joe Anglin, who is owed a beer from C Scott, next time he's in. I talked to Claude Siferlin and Frank Glover for a few minutes, then headed down to the end to say my hello's and eventual <div class="image-right"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Sloth_4" width="235" height="226" src="page0_blog_entry849_3.jpg"/></div>goodbyes to another bowling enigma, Emily Sterger the final Sloth is about to fall out of the Indy tree and move to the Big Apple (a sloth in an apple tree should be a mighty happy sloth!)<br />So after the bowling, Rich and I head to Irish Fest. Mike Wilson is going to be there working and Rich has been berating him about free Black and Tan's. I very much doubt that there are going to be any free Black and Tan's, but... Moderation is the key tonight. Before during and after Bowling, Tomorrow Jenni, Rebecca, Rich, Mel and I along with Mr. Proctor is seems are once again Festing with the Irish. I'll might be even takin' a photo or two. But no pin or hat for Brock this year, that ingrate! <br /><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#257523;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('915');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('915');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('915');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('915'); </script></a><br /></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-848" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Poor Pluto, Wicked Eris</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/14/2006 12:03 PM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="1f7a41314f93cf128439907fc5d546dd-848.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body">Still a slave to the new iTunes 7, I've been scanning artwork, importing and creating smart playlists like a maniac (o.k. I'll concede that AS a maniac, I do most things like a manic, still) to the point that I didn't even start this post until noon, there are mitigating circumstances your honor, shall I continue? This being my scheduled day off from work this week, I chose to sleep in until 8:00, after getting up, and easing into the flow of a day without expectations, I eventually made my way into the world headquarters. There on the computer once it woke up was the last CD I imported waiting for me to scan the artwork and make it complete. The scanner wil allow two CD jackets to be scanned at one time, and since I have hundreds of CD's to import or add artwork to, I couldn't see the efficiency of not finding another jacket to scan at the same time. With over 300 CD's in arms reach, I didn't even have to get up and go to the shelves. That decided, I found one I wanted to add, scanned the two jackets, started the import, etc... Nearing 10:00 I decided to go out and get something for breakfast, The <strong>Steely Dan </strong><strong><em>Decades</em></strong> having finished importing, I threw in the <strong><em>Original Masters,</em></strong> <strong>Brian Eno</strong> then headed out. <br />I chose the new Qdoba across from the Cherry Tree Plaza, and had a gigantic Chicken Breakfast Burrito. I ate it there, watching CNN Headline news as i did so. That's where I learned that the "new baby" in the system of Sol the star was named today. The 9th Planet, now that Pluto has been demoted to cosmic turd (much like Gary Indiana) is now officially named. Eris, in tribute to the Greek Goddess of Chaos and Strife. I wonder if the ACLU will ask them to change the name, you know separation of Church and State all that mumbo-jumbo, we shouldn't be naming planets after Gods or Goddess' either. I think a nice, non-secular, non-denominational, non-offensive moniker is in order, say... Planet Goofy, or Mickey (especially after the blow Pluto has taken). To substantiate my info Here is the July 29, 05 NASA page with the info on the yet unnamed "Planet", and before Pluto was sent to the the principle's office. And the Wickipedia page reference to ERIS. "Bad dog, Pluto. Speak (Goofy does)!"<br /><span style="font:11px Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight:bold; "> 07.29.05 : Tenth Planet Discovered<br /></span><strong><img class="imageStyle" alt="123932main_newplanet-516" width="516" height="171" src="page0_blog_entry848_1.jpg"/></strong><span style="font:11px Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight:bold; "><br /></span><span style="font:11px Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight:bold; "><br />Image above:</span><span style="font:11px Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; "> These time-lapse images of a newfound planet in our solar system, called 2003UB313, were taken on Oct. 21, 2003, using the Samuel Oschin Telescope at the Palomar Observatory near San Diego, Calif. The planet, circled in white, is seen moving across a field of stars. The three images were taken about 90 minutes apart. <br /><br /> Scientists did not discover that the object in these pictures was a planet until Jan. 8, 2005. Image credit: Samuel Oschin Telescope, Palomar Observatory <br /></span><span style="font:11px Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; color:#006699;">+ Highest resolution image available</a></span><span style="font:11px Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; "> <br /><br /></span><span style="font:11px Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight:bold; ">Newest Member of Our Solar System<br /></span><strong><img class="imageStyle" alt="123938main_newplanet-concept516-387" width="516" height="387" src="page0_blog_entry848_2.jpg"/></strong><span style="font:11px Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight:bold; "><br /></span><span style="font:11px Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight:bold; ">Image above:</span><span style="font:11px Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; "> This artist's concept shows the planet catalogued as 2003UB313 at the lonely outer fringes of our solar system. Our Sun can be seen in the distance. The new planet, which is yet to be formally named, is at least as big as Pluto and about three times farther away from the Sun than Pluto. It is very cold and dark. The planet was discovered by the Samuel Oschin Telescope at the Palomar Observatory near San Diego, Calif., on Jan. 8, 2005. Image credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech<br /></span><span style="font-size:13px; "> </span><span style="font:13px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; ">%ª</span><span style="font-size:13px; "> </span><span style="font-size:13px; color:#002bb8;">136199 Eris</a></span><span style="font-size:13px; ">, the solar system's largest dwarf planet, orbiting beyond Neptune and previously known as 2003 UB</span><span style="font-size:11px; ">313</span><span style="font-size:13px; ">.<br /><br />Oh boy, dwarf planets, what's next Hobbit Worlds? Maybe instead of Eris, Tolkien? Frodo? Gandalf?<br />So after breakfast I wandered across the street to BestBuy, where it became painfully obvious that I still didn't have enough music. I added a Jazz CD (</span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; ">Harry Connick Jr., </span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>30</em></span><span style="font-size:13px; ">), a New Age one (</span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; ">Cusco, </span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>Apurimac III</em></span><span style="font-size:13px; ">), a Classical (</span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; ">Jascha Heifetz</span><span style="font-size:13px; ">, </span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>Concertos</em></span><span style="font-size:13px; "> {SACD}), a Comedy (</span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; ">Dane Cook, </span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>Harmful if Swallowed</em></span><span style="font-size:13px; ">) and a Classic Rock (</span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; ">David Bowie, </span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>Station to Station</em></span><span style="font-size:13px; ">, 1976). Mr. crosscut of the genre's eh? Sorry no Country, Rap, Hip-Hop or Musica Latina today, but there's always tomorrow. <br />Gotta run more stuff to stuff into iTunes, see there 5 more, where does the time go. <br /></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#683829;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('914');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('914');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('914');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('914'); </script></a><br /></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-847" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Recollection</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/13/2006 06:34 AM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="1595433ca9735465b8d10668d60e1ca3-847.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body">So the new iTunes 7 came out yesterday. what a cool upgrade; the view options, sort options the whole rigamarole. I sat down at the computer with the intention of doing some quick photoshop to the images I present today, and the promised "real story" that I didn't get posted yesterday due to technical difficulties. Well at 10:37 Jenni says "I'm going to lay down." I says right back, "Damn, it's 10:30!" Other than a Marsh sandwich spread on wheat sandwich before Jenni got home, and a couple of handfuls of cashews, I didn't' even eat, we never turned the T.V. on and zoom, boom. Bedtime. But I did add artwork to at least a dozen imported albums, plus added a few more albums as well to the <em>new look</em>, more powerful iTunes! Way to Go MAC. <br /><strong>Recap.</strong> The missing post...<br /><span style="font:24px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; color:#1e77d3;">Monday, wha' happen?<br /></span><img class="imageStyle" alt="police line-up?" width="513" height="217" src="page0_blog_entry847_1.jpg"/><br /><strong><em>'Ho's, I have no idea how Kay missed this moment: Chuck Pace &copy; 2006 </em></strong><br />When you are on your last day of vacation, and haven't seen your friends in that entire period of time, plus you have a gift for the awesome Miss Kay, why, you gotta go Boxing. Am I right or am I right? I'm right, right? Jenni is having a dental emergency, one of the excised teeth is having phantom pains, this started as we started home from Sou'western Missouri, so while I putter around on Monday afternoon she goes to the Dentist, then the Doctor's office. There is a root that remained behind when the tooth was yanked, and the root, finally getting the hint that he is a casualty of war starts making a little collateral damage himself. So the oral surgeons are going in in a week to do a little shadow opps and then, root? What root? So to make a non-story shorter, Jenni stayed home with her pain killers and antibiotics. I went to Mass ave. to get mine, and some probiotoic action as well. <br /><span style="color:#3c89d8;"><em>[Cue BIG radio voice]:</em></span><strong><em> </em></strong><strong>Return with us now to those thrilling days of yester</strong><s>year</s><strong>, day...</strong><br />The sky was greying and threatening as I pulled in across the street from the Tavern where I go when the big bad world is beatin' a path to my door. Jack Green, greying but non-threatening, was on the patio here with a glass of red. Kat Johns was in the traditional "big guy" seat with a book, and a tablet and a mission, but I get ahead of myself, I didn't know Kat then. I looked across the patio and sidewalk to the portal, thought what I need to see right now is DeAnne walking through that door with a Corona and lime in her right hand, and a huge smile on her face. Jack was lagging on to me and David A. about the Jet lag from his recent return to Indy from Paris (this ain't Texas we're talking about here kids). I looked up and there was DeAnne walking through the door with a Corona and lime, a smiling face and a platoon of rubber-bands on her left arm. "I don't know why I just brought this out, I usually give you an option, but..." <br /><div class="image-right"><img class="imageStyle" alt="rubberband girl" width="225" height="171" src="page0_blog_entry847_2.jpg"/></div>"No it's perfect, " I interrupt smiling and knowing my secret, "Thanks." Welcome back she says, then the usual how was your vaca...<br />The sky darkens even as my mood lightens, I look over at the yet seen but unknown Kat and say, "Your tablet is about to get wet." Two minutes later the very first drops of rain starting straifing the patio bricks, tables, patrons and of course the tablet. Another knowing smile, then Jack an I go inside, Kat to the under-awning seating and the only open table there, (I had created "extras for this scene, and they were appropriately occupying the stage right area).<br />Inside, the crew started arriving, first Rich then Wilson, Eddie, Travis and Liz and Kay. John David arrived, Proctor was there and then, just not. I said "where's Scott," after a riveting tale about my vacation and the Show, No-show events, Mel arrived and I recapped. Wilson said Proctor was out on <img class="imageStyle" alt="Katzenjammer" width="513" height="394" src="page0_blog_entry847_3.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>Kat Johns and her '88 "5" Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><br />the patio talking to some girl with a tablet. , oh, I said and made my way out. I was introduced to Kat, who is driving a '88 Bimmer 5 series with the same body style as my '86. Rich left, pointing out to Kat that my Bimmer looked like free-form barb-wire art in comparison to hers before he drove off. She was compelled to show me the bumps and bruises on her baby to soften the blow a bit I think, (I showed you mine, so ....) I talked to Maggie at Luna, then back to the 12 oz. curls. Earlier David had introduced the next big thing at the Box , another taste treat, and using Steely Dan as a guidepost applied Pretzel Logic to the need for eats. Large, soft Pretzels and Cheese dip. Yum. Rich noticed that John David must have been the model for the pop displays foretelling of the salty pretzel goodness in all of our futures. I have to say <div class="image-right"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Say Cheese JD" width="225" height="180" src="page0_blog_entry847_4.jpg"/></div>at least JD's latest head gear is an uncanny resemblance to the promo materials. <br />People came, people went, and music poured over us all from the bandstand, once again we were immersed in the silky moisture of Peter Kienle's guitar and his bass accompaniment. Luna closed, Maggie joined us and soon I paid and made my way home to the love of my life. I would tell more, but frankly I don't remember much more. Duuuude. Time ago, time to go. <br /><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#31c2cc;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('913');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('913');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('913');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('913'); </script></a><br /></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-846" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Rough Start</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/12/2006 07:20 AM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="391a685ab95c4c1d887dce85127f7855-846.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; color:#333333;">Trouble with the computer this morning kept me from getting the post about my triumphant return to the box up. But after a couple of restarts I was able to get on, but just look at the time. Gotta go, don't want to be late my first day back. I will get this info out as soon as I return this evening. Deal? Seizures later. </span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; "><br /></span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; color:#333333;">BTW yesterdays post should upload now too. Later .</span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; "><br /></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#31c2cc;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; "><em><br /></em></span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; color:#7e7e7e;">Comments</a></span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight:bold; color:#7e7e7e;"> | Trackback</span></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-844" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">18 to Go!</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/11/2006 12:35 AM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-5.html">Spurts</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="c87a76a49f964db57707d3bf7755db36-844.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body">Colts Win. Peyton wins the Manning Bowl. The hype bowl. The Season opener. Hopefully 18 more games has us in the Superbowl, 15 more regular season, the Divisional game and the AFC championship, and finally the Big One! Of course I know not to get too set on the idea, just like Tony Stewart not making the chase, I know that all of this is subject to chance and fate, and intangibles like injury or mechanical failure. <br />Still, a boy can dream, can't he? <br />Jenni brought home the second season of Lost last night, and we watched the outakes/extras bonus disc while Jenni sat nursing a tooth ache. Which is why I am flying solo at the box tonight. I was kidding about the Zen thing yesterday (at least the me in this quantum stream, the infinite others may have different opinions, who knows? Schr&oacute;dinger? I actually exist only because I have so many friends and family that I love and I can't wait to see some of them tonight. <br /><strong><em>The Others</em></strong>: Happy birthday to Rebecca Martin and Joe George, we asked Rebecca if she had plans tonight, and sadly she does, so...<br />screw her. Maybe we'll call Joe in Florida and wish him a sober birthday, fat chance. <br /><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#31c2cc;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('911');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('911');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('911');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('911'); </script></a><br /></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-843" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Shock, Incredulity & the Zen of Me-ism</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/10/2006 03:37 PM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="3031567eb83659f03e3b37f366a81564-843.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body">Kasey Kahne made it, he raced himself in, finishing in the top 4 in the last 5 races after two DNF's dropped him to 11th. Last weeks win was just a precursor to things to come. But that's not the shock here. The shock is that last years Champ will not defend his title, Tony Stewart did not make the Chase. The announcers said that last years first, second and third place finishers (Tony, Greg Biffle and Carl Edwards) in the Chase all failed to make this year's chase. Stranger yet is that only three "Chasers" are returning from last year. Remember that Junior and Jeff Gordon both failed to make the chase last year, both are in this time. Mark Martin, Jimmie Johnson and Matt Kenseth are the only drivers to make all three Chases since the format change in 2004. This is the first time since moving to NASCAR's elite Cup Series that Tony has not finished in the top 10.<br /><br />I don't know if Rich had his Richmond get together last night or not, he was going to reschedule it if he didn't get his driveway sealed last weekend, but I never heard one way or the other, then of course there was my vacationing away from home, so... O called Rich's cell twice yesterday, one to find out about the 1st night of Bowling and wether or not we beat Brad Abner and Co. (Damn 10 Pin), Wilson sent me an e-mail saying that he might sub for me, but I have yet to hear anything from the crew. <br /><br />Tonight: The Manning Bowl, yippee! It's pro Football Time again! <br />Tomorrow: I'm still on vacation, Tuesday is return to work for Me and Jenni. But I will be go to the Chatterbox, to re-invent it and the downtown and Mass Ave., so Kay and DeAnne and the rest of the Boxxers can also re-exist in my Quantum Reality and the Zen Universe as well. I will be glad to re-experience them as they become once again actual, they will then be free to fill in their (theoretical) histories during time which I was not realizing them in the physical. Of course with the internet and e-mail I did get to recreate Mike Wilson and Kay (and through Kay, DeAnne and the Chatterbox and for a brief period of time), but once I turned from the computer and thought of other things they again ceased except as memory nodes, until the aforementioned recreation. So I got that going for me... which is nice. <br /><br />The very actual Chuck Pace (you are experiencing me right now , are you not?) 'til we once again collapse each others wave functions; out.<br /><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#30c2cb;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('910');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('910');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('910');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('910'); </script></a></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-842" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Before you go go...</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/09/2006 10:50 AM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="167de10689c9c9e3dde3ad8ad07fd024-842.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><img class="imageStyle" alt="54K_Manhatten" width="534" height="400" src="page0_blog_entry842_1.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; color:#254a3c;"><em>1954 Kaiser Manhattan Sedan, all Original: Chuck Pace &copy;2006</em></span><br />Thursday afternoon in Branson we met a very nice man from Oklahoma. I'm kind of a car nut, and he was driving his daily driver, so I had to stop and talk with him a bit. He's retired so he had to sell off some of his old cars a few years back, but he's kept a few of his favorites. A few years back (before he sold off a bunch) he bought a gymnasium and filled it with his collection. He was driving his 1954 Kaiser Manhattan (on of 24 he still owns), and he gladly pulled out some pictures of some of the cars and trucks that he still has. There were three Studebaker pickups, and several sedans and coupes, but still his favorite is the Kaiser, he showed me photos of two of his Henry J's, then I told him I needed to be heading as his wife and sister came out of the shopping center. Before he left he said, "Stop on by at the Quality Inn tomorrow, cause there's gonna' be a bunch of these old orphaned cars there." One thing I've found in all my years, including the 4 years where I was a Falcon and Falcon Ranchero owner (collector of sorts, I had 2 Ranchero's and three Falcons), is that car people are super friendly, and want to share the joy of their passion with you if you are willing to learn. So on Friday,<br /> before the drive to Camp Littlepaws to retrieve the pooch and then head back to Indy, Jenni and I stopped at the Quality Inn as invited.<div class="image-right"><img class="imageStyle" alt="51 Willys Custom" width="120" height="74" src="page0_blog_entry842_2.jpg"/></div> Wow! What cool collection of cars that have no future. There were Ramblers, Studebakers, Fasers, Nashs, Hudsons, Plymouths (yes the Plymouth is now an orphan), a 1935 Hupmobile, Avanti's and Willy's. The Willys was not a jeep, it was a 1951 Custom Sedan, Pewter over white (see smaller photo). <br /><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="Nash Airflight" width="534" height="400" src="page0_blog_entry842_3.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; color:#2b432e;"><em>1950 Nash Ambassador Airflight, Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><strong><br /></strong>Jenni's favorite of the show was the 1 owner, 1950 Nash Ambassador Airflight, with all the <div class="image-left"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Invoice" width="233" height="229" src="page0_blog_entry842_4.jpg"/></div>options (see original invoice in the window $ 2,815.00 including $ 475 in accessories/upgrades) including such luxuries as rear window wiper,electric locking gas cap, reclining seats (which made two twin beds, and came with roll up mattresses with a carry case), screens to put over the windows for camping and sleeping comfort, electric curb feelers, long range 3 tube radio with vacuum actuated antenna and fog lights. There was also a vary rare Hudson Pick-up in beige and cream. All in all a very cool collection of Annie Mudges and Oliver Twists on wheels (Oh to be Daddy Warbucks with a gymnasium).<br /><br />So then we left; drove interstates home taking just under 10 hours. We arrived home at 12:15AM in the rental car : A nice enough car, a 2006 Cobalt, destined to be another rubber stamp conveyance, not a <strong>Wow Car! </strong>like the dozens we saw on Yesterday, but...<br /><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#3a9135;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('909');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('909');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('909');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('909'); </script></a></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-841" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">No Show, Pool Go.</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/08/2006 08:47 AM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="d977f658a757e55b1aef20081c571d22-841.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Henry J Cab" width="534" height="268" src="page0_blog_entry841_1.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>Awsome 50's Henry J Kaiser Corsair at the Uptown Cafe: Chuck Pace &copy; 2006<br /></em></span><div class="image-left"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Uptown_Cafe" width="220" height="221" src="page0_blog_entry841_2.jpg"/></div>Not everything works out even on a dream Vacation. When I booked the Jim Stafford Tickets several weeks ago on the Branson entertainment website the info said that Jim plays two shows on Tuesdays and Thursdays in September. When I got to the Peach Tree Inn I asked if my show tickets were there, they said that they would have to be delivered by the booking people. Yesterday I asked if there were tickets or messages for me, they said no. After talking to the desk clerk here at the "Tree", Jenni and I went on a fun filled day of adventure and vacationing and dining. Courious about the lack of tickets I stopped at the Jim Stafford theatre only to find out that Thursday evening shows start on September 12th. <div class="image-left"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Pool or Chair" width="230" height="306" src="page0_blog_entry841_3.jpg"/></div>Here's the catch, I paid extra to upgrade my seats two weeks ago, why didn't they know then? They, of course had no idea about the tickets I ordered from the booking people. The next show is not until Saturday, by then I'll be back home. So...<br /> We went to the Ripley's Believe It or Not! Museum (no really we did), and the Uptown Cafe, which has a 50's theme; then an outlet mall and just drove around and familiarized ourselves with Branson, then we came back to the "Tree" and got some Pool Towels, what else? <br />Now I'm not from The Show Me State, Missouri, so I don't know that seeing is believing. Still, I think I know the difference between a chair and a pool, regardless of the signs. <br /><br />Today, we pick Charlie up from Camp, and drive back to Indianapolis, but that is not until 2:00. There is still more time, and more fun to be had, so we're off to that. <br /><br /><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#3a9135;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('908');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('908');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('908');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('908'); </script></a></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-840" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Please, No Pictures Please!</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/07/2006 11:17 AM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="014b35a0be25d5614801222c696a3db3-840.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body">I got a very nice e-mail from Kay about Wednesday at the Box. <br /><em>"My computer is denying me access to HaloScan. I was going to post a<br /></em><em>comment saying that we missed you and Jenni on the patio last night. It<br />rained, but we were under the awning. DeAnne said it's like the<br />Chatterbox doesn't exist when you're not here to chronicle the goings on.<br /> Sounds like you're having fun!"</em> Kay<br /> Jenni says, "The Chatterbox is hypothetical without either herself or I collapsing its wave function." So on a Quantum Physics level, she and DeAnne agree.<br />We are now in Branson, MO (the unknown in Partsunknown is a known, noun now.) Charlie is at CampLittlePaws and we are at the Peach Tree Inn (I'm not decided yet as to who has the better accommodations). Today we are supposed to see Jim Stafford. But to paraphrase a very real friend at a very real Chatterbox, Sounds like we ARE having fun. Therefore the posting both short and sweet.<br /><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#d71926;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('907');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('907');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('907');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('907'); </script></a></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-839" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Half-Way Point</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/05/2006 10:42 PM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="54d7f0831b3b4e1e969462c419ae23b1-839.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Embarass" width="534" height="400" src="page0_blog_entry839_1.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>The Covered Bridge over the Embarras River: Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><br /> We left Indy at 1:15PM. With Charlie in tow (well in the back seat actually), the entire journey to Collinsville, IL took about 6 hours. It would have only been about 4 if we had taken the interstate, but the only way to travel is to go where you can really see things. Make the journey as important as the destination, and it will be a good trip. We drove the entire way from Cumberland IN to Collinsville IL on The National Highway, US 40. Approximately 227 miles, which is almost exactly the halfway point to Partsunknown MO. (St. Louis is only 15 miles away, and is exactly half way). On the way we were lucky enough to find two covered <div class="image-left"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Clark Center#1" width="230" height="172" src="page0_blog_entry839_2.jpg"/></div>bridges in Illinois, the first in Clark Center, the second just outside Greenup at the Embarass River. The Clark Center bridge has a reproduction of the rates fees charged when it was a toll bridge. After the bridges there was along distance until the next "chuck" point of interest, Montrose IL. (titled "Rock-N-Roll on my map)which is small enough to fit under the flag on the AUL tower in INDY, really. I was compelled to stop and photograph the Fire Department, which had a 1940's fire-engine stuffed into the department that was to scale with the town. <br /><div class="image-left"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Clark Center_sign" width="230" height="306" src="page0_blog_entry839_3.jpg"/></div><br />The rest of the trip was uneventful until we arrived at the Super 8 in Collinsville, nowhere on the website did they mention pets not allowed, but when we arrived there was a sign in the lobby. I asked the check in person to recommend a place that does accept pets, She called the Drury Hotel, less than a quarter mile away, it cost us an additional 30.00 to stay but the accommodations are excellent, and Charlie is more than welcome. Tomorrow I will have to let Jenni in on the real name of Partsunknown, but not until we are within 80 miles or so. First I think we'll stop at either the Jewel Box Gardens in Forrest Park in or Botanical Gardens on Shaw Blvd. in St. Louie. <br /><br />Till then kiddies. Chuck Off!<br /><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#d71926;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('906');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('906');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('906');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('906'); </script></a><br /><img class="imageStyle" alt="Montrose" width="533" height="418" src="page0_blog_entry839_4.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>The Fire Department in (Rock'N'Roll) Montrose IL. Chuck Pace &copy;2006</em></span><br />Is it smaller than the one in Hagarstown?</div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-838" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Hitting The Road</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/05/2006 12:05 PM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="52c969e8269301e5991725d029ae9d99-838.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Ticket's Please" width="524" height="383" src="page0_blog_entry838_1.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em>How's everything going? Chuck Pace&copy;2006</em></span><br /><div class="image-left"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Bacchas Shrugged" width="236" height="235" src="page0_blog_entry838_2.jpg"/></div>So, it's already Tuesday 9-5, The last two days I've failed to up-date the site. I can only say I'm sorry. I've been putting the last minute finishing touches on the surprise vacation. Jenni swears she has no idea where we are going beyond St. Louis, where we'll be this evening. Last night I made more reservations for our visit to Partsunknown, this time for Charlie. He's staying in a posh pooch hotel, and getting a manicure, o.k. a dogicure, too. Yesterday for labor day Jenni, Mel and I went to Oliver winery in the rental car, a 2006 cobalt blue Chevy Cobalt. I was impressed with the smooth ride and the decent pickup. In fact even the law enforcement community as a whole were impressed. I got pulled over and asked if I understood the principles of acceleration and sustained speed by a nice enough State Trooper. I agreed that I had a rather heavy handed... er, footed approach to the whole affair, and was allowed to go on my way with a $150.00 souvenir. We must have looked like Alvin Karpis and the Ma Barker Gang, especially with Mel in the back seat balling a skein of yarn, because a second Trooper showed up, and stood on the passenger side keeping an eye on the mauls, while I received my citation for driving prowess. A stop in Martinsville (a town laid out and designed by Helen Keller without Ann Sullivan's input I fear), at the Kroger for picnic supplies and a scrumptious Lemon Pudding Cake (the sign was probably required by the city planners, to be less confusing <div class="image-left"><img class="imageStyle" alt="whl lmn pud" width="320" height="240" src="page0_blog_entry838_3.jpg"/></div>than, say, Lemon Cake or something convoluted, and off to the land of Wine and Honey Mead. Mel a d I together bought 14 bottles of vino, Jenni all by herself bought a wine rack that will subtly pull a 29 inch section of drywall to the floor. Clever girl. Actually the mounting holes are 16" apart, which means if Jenni can finally find one or two studs there's no telling what a nice rack and a little wine can accomplish. <br /><strong>Cap.</strong> Sunday night at Connie Z's impromptu party. Good eats, good peeps, amazing live music and nascar victory for Kasey Kahne. I was glad to see Carol from Noblesville, I'd mention her last name but it changes every four years or so like the site for the Olympics. Marc Haggerty, Tim and Dan (from B-Town) were the musicians. Kay, Travis and Liz, Nicci, DeAnne, Mai Clamm (thanks to Roy Griffith), Roy and Alysha, Dan Hook, Evan ?, Phil and Andy, Mel, Rich, Jenni and a host of others were at Connie's side Yarden in Girl-Land for the event. I got a tour of Ericka Embrey's half of the double she now owns across from Connie. If you were there and I didn't mention you, you are either real boring, or I just forgot (I didn't have my notebook and pen, so no notes, but If you were there and are not a vacuous, vapid bore, I once again apologize).<br />The tardiness of this day's post is because of the last minute preparations, and taking Charlie to the vet for his boosters. Now if I'm going to get on the way to Partsunknown I need to finish here and pack stuff. See you all in a week, and of course on-line here at the mobile command center of chuckpace.com.<br />Chuck Out.<br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#d71926;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('905');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('905');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('905');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('905'); </script></a></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-837" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Week Beginnings</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/03/2006 09:52 AM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-4.html">Gags</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="6cc03ae9b60b29bfcea5bc70efba6e47-837.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body">Saturday 4:30PM. A magical point in the timeline. Why? Because 4:31 belongs only to me. Or I should say I don't belong to anything but Jenni and Myself for the next week. Vacation... That's the word or it. I 'm back, I just popped over to the I-Tunes Music store and picked up a "cut-out" record, I couldn't help myself it was on sale! $ 5.99, twelve songs of head bobbing, gorgeous girl, pop driven memory's. Do You Remember Charlotte Caffey, Belinda Carlisle, Kathy Valentine, Gina Schock and Jane Wiedlin?<br /><strong>The Go-Go's , </strong><strong><em>"Vacation", Vacation</em></strong> (1982)<br /><span style="font-size:11px; color:#2d9f41;"><em> Can't seem to get my mind off of you<br /> Back here at home there's nothin' to do<br /> Now that I'm away<br /> I wish I'd stayed<br /> Tomorrow's a day of mine that you won't be in</em></span><span style="font-size:11px; color:#3726bf;"><em><br /><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:11px; color:#f10865;"><em> When you looked at me I should've run<br /> But I thought it was just for fun<br /> I see I was wrong<br /> And I'm not so strong<br /> I should've known all along that time would tell</em></span><div class="image-right"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Go-Go's Vac" width="192" height="189" src="page0_blog_entry837_1.jpg"/></div><span style="font-size:11px; color:#3726bf;"><em><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:11px; color:#d2d434;"><em> A week without you<br /> Thought I'd forget<br /> Two weeks without you and I<br /> Still haven't gotten over you yet</em></span><span style="font-size:11px; color:#3726bf;"><em><br /><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:11px; color:#a42691;"><em> </em></span><span style="font-size:11px; color:#8f259f;"><em>CHORUS<br /> Vacation<br /> All I ever wanted<br /> Vacation<br /> Had to get away<br /> Vacation<br /> Meant to be spent alone</em></span><span style="font-size:11px; color:#3726bf;"><em><br /><br /></em></span><span style="font-size:11px; color:#e16213;"><em> </em></span><span style="font-size:11px; color:#d67625;"><em>A week without you<br /> Thought I'd forget<br /> Two weeks without you and I<br /> Still haven't gotten over you yet<br /><br /> CHORUS</em></span><span style="font-size:11px; color:#d67625;"><br /></span><span style="color:#d67625;"><br /></span>I have grand plans for this Vacation, Jenni is still an unwitting passenger at least for a couple more days. I've made reservations and plans and such, and she's not privy to any of that except the rental car arrangements. I hope everything works out. I REALLY Do!<br /> I will say this. I should be able to Up-date during the adventures of a week-time, because the mysterious destination in Partsunknown, has WiFi. No more mesa-struggles with the cell-phone update, of worries about the GPS for cryin' out loud. The Cyber Clampetts are on vacation. We will be around for Connie's party, and Labor Day, then it hit the road Jack...<br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#d61826;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('903');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('903');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('903');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('903'); </script></a></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-836" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">All Opposed Say Eye</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/02/2006 12:25 AM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-4.html">Gags</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="2ae414b79e4338f8c2f19f1fd76ba31c-836.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Temps" width="524" height="410" src="page0_blog_entry836_1.jpg"/><br /><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; "><em>Pre-Temp-tous Behavior eye guess. Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><br />So there at <s>HMI</s><span style="font-size:13px; ">,</span><s> Principle Insurance, Blue</s><span style="font-size:13px; "> </span><s>Cross Blue Shield</s><span style="font-size:13px; ">, </span><s>Anthem</s><span style="font-size:13px; ">, </span><s>Wellpointe</s>. Wait I'll start over, go out and come back in again. Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition, our main... Yeah. So there in the 800 block of Virginia Avenue where Jenni works, the big health insurance concern which also has an office on the circle, but not the one on the circle, no, back at the first place (which is newer and is really the second place, just the first place I mentioned), there is this desk see. And at this desk there is a Gorgon. No not a real Gorgon, but a distant relative, and everything being relative, a Gorgon, really. But sometimes this Gorgon is gone and a whole 'nuther Gorgon is there instead (and really, less than a whole Gorgon just makes you feel slightly stoned, "Goodness snakes alive what have you done with your hair girl?"). Now those of you I've lost, follow along o.k. the rest of you who are still with me, get lost. If this gets too complicated I've got another story about a pair of storms and a peerless pear tree that met a pyre, prior. Anyway, back to the Gorgons. These Gorgons are not related or even permanent fixtures, they are disassociated temps of the Mad Eye Moody variety. The Feldman dopplegangers, the garlanded gazers of Gismond, the lookers on of all onlookers. The overseers of obtuse occularity, two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, and appearing to belong there, transitory tarts with meandering orbits. The exuberant eye, the wandering window to the whimsical soul. Perhaps Euryale and Stheno for lack of better names (Mythed it by that much), two persons who, when in the temp agency did not have the placement person look them in the eye and say there is no work for you. Jenni and Kelli sort of told me that piece of occluded information while we were at the Slippery Noodle with Kat Helms for lunch on Friday. Kat's been looking for a soft-tail Harley so she doesn't have to borrow anymore oscillating toys. <br /><div class="image-left"><img class="imageStyle" alt="Matt "Pear Tree" O'Brien" width="524" height="706" src="page0_blog_entry836_2.jpg"/></div>So, Matt O'Brien had this tree that had neither Shirley Jones nor David Cassidy in it (the unlikely pair who inhabited the fictional Partridge Family Tree) but instead pears. For that is the nature of the fruit bearing Pear tree. Along came a mid summer storm and slapped the tree brusquely to the ground. Matt (like so many of his male colleagues) having a fondness for a nice pear uprighted the tree, staked and tied it for support only to have another storm savage it to the soil again in the opposite direction, bruising and pulping the pears and rendering both fruit and tree untenable. The distress and anguish over the loss of the sweet, juicy fleshy pome caused Matt to tell his tale enough times that it has taken on a literary position of nearly epic proportions at Roberts. So long to Hemmingway's, Old man and the Sea, welcome The middle-aged man and the Tree. Step off Salinger, on your bike Twain, don't let the door hit ya' F.Scott. I revisioned Star Trek II's most riveting scene for MY crew, Spock: "Tree... Out of Danger?" To which Kirk drops to his knees, reaches out his quivering right hand and utters and anguished cry, "BARTLETT!-!" Spock puts his hand on the deceased and says, "You are now, and have always been, my fruit bearing tree." Later at the funerary ceremony instead of a photon torpedo casket, they cut the trunk with phasers, the first piece being "The Captain's Log"<br /><br />When I took the above photo Matt said, "I see, I'm to be Blog Fodder." Heck yeah, but remember Matty I"m da Blog Faddah, anyone what says diff'rent don't get no puddding. How can you have any pudding if you don't...<br />Damned sobriety, look what it's done to my word crafting skills. I've exhausted my daily allotment of diffuse diction and long for lethargy. I think I'll just bed myself now and await my terminal planetary orbit before my vacation and the trip with Jenni to Partsunknown (ever been there? I was when I was about 13).<br /><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#7a7a7a;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('901');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('901');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('901');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('901'); </script></a></p></div></div><div id="unique-entry-id-835" class="blog-entry"><div class="blog-entry-title">Nameless Grey</div><div class="blog-entry-date">09/01/2006 07:11 AM <span class="blog-entry-category">Chummin'<a href="category-2.html">Up Chucks</a></span><span class="blog-entry-permalink">Chummin'<a href="dbf8f2cb20ef62cfca9e2b0601730a2c-835.html">Permalink</a></span></div><div class="blog-entry-body"><img class="imageStyle" alt="page0_blog_entry835_1" width="524" height="419" src="page0_blog_entry835_1.jpg"/><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; "><br /></span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; color:#333333;"><em>The Nameless Tabby, disembodied head shot. Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:13px; font-weight:bold; "><em><br /></em></span><div class="image-left"><img class="imageStyle" alt="page0_blog_entry835_2" width="236" height="238" src="page0_blog_entry835_2.jpg"/></div><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; color:#333333;">So like I said yesterday, Rich has a new Kitten. A swimmer, from Lake Monroe no less. Jody and MaryJane's neighbors were at the lake and this little guy was just out for a swim, so they call to him and he changed course and swam to them. They knew that MJ is "Cat People" (cue up </span><span style="font-size:11px; font-weight:bold; color:#333333;"><em>"Putting Out Fire"</em></span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; color:#333333;"> by </span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; font-weight:bold; color:#333333;">David Bowie</span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; color:#333333;"> [the Giorgio Moroder Mix], not the album mix). So they fished him out, and brought him to Indianapolis like feline slavers. Jody was adamant about not having another cat in the domicile de Grober, so Rich was called, cajoled, e-mailed, threatened, bribed and finally blackmailed. Thus on Wednesday, after one beer he headed out get some cat. Of course he returned in about 80 minutes with "____" in tow, and started the reintroduction of Sam Adams to his corpuscle parade. </span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; "><br /></span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; color:#333333;"> </span><div class="image-right"><img class="imageStyle" alt="page0_blog_entry835_3" width="236" height="198" src="page0_blog_entry835_3.jpg"/></div><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; color:#333333;">Rich is still trying to come up with the perfect name. Jody recommended Catfish, I don't know, I was coming up with several during the initial meet and greet with the great crated kitten. He was very friendly and docile and I think he is going to be a great addition to the Culy Zoo. I think the name should be "Sox & Martin" or "Hemi", since I was at the circle when the Pro Stockers were booming on cat aquisition day. Maybe someone else has an Idea (Travis will probably say Dashiell or something less predictable and more mysterious, maybe Ellery). </span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; "><br /><br /></span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; color:#333333;">Discuss.</span><span style="font:11px 'Lucida Grande', LucidaGrande, Verdana, sans-serif; "><br /><br /></span><p style="text-align:center;" ><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#7a7a7a;"><em>Chuck Pace &copy; 2006</em></span><span style="font-size:14px; font-weight:bold; color:#721825;"><em> </em></span><script type="text/javascript" src="http://www.haloscan.com/load/chuckpace"> </script><br /><a href="javascript:HaloScan('cat');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCount('cat');</script></a> | <a href="javascript:HaloScanTB('cat');" target="_self"><script type="text/javascript">postCountTB('cat'); </script></a></p></div></div> </div> </body> </html>