Odds and ends

Today is a very special day, dear readers.

If, by some act of fate or pure negligence you haven't watched any episodes of Battlestar Galactica, today is your lucky day. Starting at 7 a.m. CST, the Sci-Fi Channel is running a BSG marathon, or as I like to call it, a Gift From the Gods. For those of you blessed with cable television, now would be a good time to set your VCRs or TiVos. Go ahead, go. I'll wait.

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In lieu of a cohesive post, here's a little of this and that:

• Three songs brightened my drive home from work the other night: "Long As I Can See the Light" by Credence Clearwater Revival, "Hallelujah" by Jeff Buckley and "Take the Money and Run" by the great Steve Miller Band. The first two are just plain beautiful to me. The third ... well, you know how I feel about the Steve Miller Band. Now that I don't have gobs of smoke and tar to contend with, my voice is slowly returning to its former glory (which was reasonably glorious many, many years ago), and I can't seem to stop singing. I have resonance again! Anyway, I've found myself longing to arrange a karaoke night. Anyone interested?

• My friend Domini's son, who will succeed my niece and nephews as president of this great nation (after his long and brilliant career as a doctor or famous actor), was baptized Sunday. I can say with complete confidence that he was the best baby up there. He's got it all: charm, good looks, intelligence. Plus he's got one helluva mom cheering for him. Incidentally, on my way to the church I found that my car drives quite well at 90 mph. Thank you, little Mazda, for getting me there on time and in one piece.

• Tonight I watched football with my parents. I'd have skipped it had two of my brothers not been in the crowd and had I not thought there was a slight chance of seeing them on TV. Anyway, something peculiar happened to me during the broadcast: I became emotionally invested in a football game. Yes, me. Could I be becoming one of Them? It's a good thing my heart rate was slightly depressed from the allergy medicine I'd taken, for otherwise I'd surely have gone into cardiac arrest when those bastard Redskins scored their second touchdown. How dare they? My dad's an excellent teacher, by the way. I now fully grasp several key aspects of football. Thanks, Dad!

• The other night my coworker, in reference to the process of entering an in-house headline contest, said one of the funniest things I've heard in awhile: "With all the time it would take to do all that, you might as well ... not do it." Tee hee. Tee. Hee. ... Eh. Maybe you had to be there.