Final score: Texas A&M 24 – Notre Dame 3

The Aggies’ “Wrecking Crew” defense is back, as the Golden D’OH!mers were held to less than 200 yards of total offense, and the Aggies intercepted three passes and sacked the ND quarterbacks six times.

Now it’s time to get back to working on the new house.

Paper and carpet and paint—oh my!

It’s official: As of about 3:30 this afternoon, we’re homeowners. :-)

So now, in addition to the required Saturday afternoon football break, I foresee a lot of time spent this weekend at Home Depot and Lowe’s and who-knows-where-else. But am I complaining? Heck, no!

Oh yeah, the football game… Texas A&M vs. Notre Dame, 2:30 p.m. Central, ABC. With any luck, the Kyle Field faithful will witness the Aggies sending the Fighting Irish to the first 0-3 start in their history. With any luck, that is.


OK, remember all the worries I had about our closing tomorrow?

Never mind.

With the exception of one problem we found during our final walk-through tonight, it appears that everything’s all set. And this one problem should be taken care of by midday tomorrow. Plus we actually got to meet one of the sellers tonight, and after speaking with him, I know what needs to get done will get done. Like we thought, the sellers are good people, and they’ve been just as frustrated with these late goings-on as we have.

Only 17 1/2 hours to go!

More than just relieved

I just heard from one of my oldest friends; I’ve known her since the 6th grade… wow, more than 20 years ago. Normally, this might not warrant any special mention, but in this case (a) she and her husband live about a block from the World Trade Center; and (b) I haven’t heard from her since the attacks. But it turns out that she—… they’re both fine, just temporarily displaced (which, along with any number of other reasons, explains why I couldn’t find her).

Of course, part of me feels like a complete dufus. I mean, I guess I could have just called her mom and asked if she’d heard from her, but the thought never dawned on me. Then again, what if I had remembered to call her mom, only to find out that things hadn’t turned out as well… no, no, I’m not even going to think about that.

Yep, I think today’s a pretty damn good day.

Boldly going… somewhere

Saw the premiere episode of the latest Star Trek incarnation, Enterprise, last night. All in all, not too bad for a pilot episode, though there are definitely some rough edges (it’s a pilot—big surprise). I was very pleased to see them get away from the ultra-sterile universes of ST:TNG and Voyager, instead giving this Star Trek world a decidedly less polished feel.

It will probably never be another Babylon 5, but then again, what will? (Note: B5 = one of the two best sci-fi TV series ever, the other being The X-Files.) I’m still willing to give it some more time—unlike, say, Voyager, which was stomach turning from the get-go.

Of course, I’m under the distinct impression my sweetie thinks the Enterprise pilot was the worst piece of crap she’s seen in a long while.

The opening theme song, however, is truly awful. The only way it could have been worse is if Michael Bolton had been singing it. Really.