What's that BIG RED SPOT® on your forehead, Dave?

I first noticed it on Wednesday night, to my horror. It was a light red spot, about an inch in diameter. Of course I knew exactly what it was, and I was kinda miffed that Kara hadn't said a word about it. I found out last night that she hadn't noticed it until, well, last night. Anyway, so off I go to work on Thursday, with this scar of sorts that's pretty hard to miss. It's funny, because I could see people glancing up at it, discretely, but no-one said a word. I don't know what they think I've been up to. And again today, same thing.

So, if they happen to read this, they will now know what that BIG RED SPOT® on my forehead is.

Simply put, Katherine and I had a fight with a plastic fish, and I lost. Well, I suppose it's not really a fish. It actually looks a lot like a navy mine, but in a pre-school kindof way. It has a suction cup on one end, about six inches of cord, and then a round plastic fishy happy face painted in the obligatory primary colors on the other end. And so somehow this thing got stuck on my forehead, and Katherine grabbed it. Usually, when it just happens to get stuck on my forehead, it just pops off, and Katherine goes blurping and googling on, tickled that she has gotten it away from me. But this time, it did not pop off until she had put all her little 10 month baby muscle into it, and POP! It came off, she fell backwards and almost lost her balance, I felt my skin tingle, and the next thing you know I am wearing a BIG RED SPOT® on my forehead. I don't think it will just happen to get stuck to my forehead again, by the way.

OK, now that I have destroyed my cred with the folks I work with, you can snicker back into your evening of TV and pretzels.

What's that flaky white stuff?

Oh yeah, it's snow! Well, the first snow of the year seems a bit early for the Boston area, but it is upon us. Really, it's just a dusting, but it is making everything look really cool and pretty and white, and the mist is billowing off the rivers and lakes and so forth, and my commute took a wicked long time this morning, and I had to find my snow scrapers and gloves and stuff. I couldn't actually find a matching pair of gloves, so I just went out with one. Hey, it's early in the season, I'll get my act together at some point. So for those of you reading this in, like, Texas, or Southern California, or Florida, who revel in not really having to deal with snow, you can start laughing now.

Dave is Famous for Something Obscure...

I was trolling through my site statistics last week, and I noticed that the Open Letter to Robert Penta site that I posted on the fourth of July of this year is actually getting traffic. Furthermore, my statistics report the key words that people have used in search engines to find the site. So I checked, and sure enough, if you type "Robert Penta" into either Google or Yahoo (I think they use the same basic engine), my site is listed first. Hey, that's pretty cool.