Archive for August, 2008

Three Day Weekend!

I’m going to close up shop around these parts for the holiday weekend.  At some point this year I made it a goal to blog everyday; a goal which I have, for the most part, achieved.  This weekend I’m making it a goal NOT to blog until Tuesday.  This absence is going to make us love each other all the more.  On Tuesday we’ll all pledge to never be apart again.  :D

Fun Day

Today I spent a hilarious day shivering and damp at Dunn Tire Park.  The BPO sponsored an afternoon of lounging on the Labatt Blue Party Deck for the final home game of the Bisons season.  Do I look like the kind of gal who is going to pass up a glamorous opportunity like that just because it was raining and uncomfortably cold?  No.  I do not.

After the baseball game (which incidentally went the ENTIRE nine innings despite the weather), we went to Colter Bay for additional beverages.  They randomly had one of their televisions on the NHL Network.  That made me smile.


(This post is part of a series in which I am picking the Sabre most deserving of the title “Kate’s Favorite Sabre II”.  The competition is stiff.  The traits necessary to win are impossible to predict.  Anything could happen!  Every Sabre is a hero, but in the end, there can be only one.  Last year the “one” was Max Afinogenov, so you can assume this whole exercise is deeply flawed/possibly corrupt.)

Last year when I was running this competition I didn’t have very much information to work with beyond roster photos.  At the time I had seen maaaybe twenty hockey games in my life. Comparatively, I’m now a hockey expert.  This morning, armed with a new confidence in my ability to reasonably grade professional hockey players, I eagerly headed to the Sabres website.  “Time to reacquaint myself with the cast of characters and enjoy my new (and hopefully intimidating) depth of Sabres knowledge,” I thought.  I got quite a shock.

There are, like, 5 million guys on the Sabres roster right now.

Darcy Regier has been signing dudes right and left all summer.  I paid little or no attention to these guys because I assumed they were all headed straight for Portland and my already overtaxed walnut-sized brain has no room for non-NHL hockey.  Apparently, these recent acquisitions are current Sabres.

I don’t have the time for this bullhonky, so the following Sabres are cut from the competition because I have no idea who they are:

Jimmy Bonneau, Tyler Bouck, Mathieu Darch, Colton Fretter, Colin Murphy, Felix Schutz, Derek Whitmore, Chris Butler, Michael Kostka, and Dennis Persson.

JImmy Bonneau.jpg Tyler Bouck.jpg Mathieu Darche.jpg Colton Fretter.jpg

Colin Murphy.jpg Felix Schutz.jpg Derek Whitmore.jpg Chris Butler.jpg

Michael Kostka.jpg Dennis Persson.jpg

Never heard of him.

Listen, I’m a supportive and understanding person, but this is unacceptable.  It’s like they’re not even trying to be Kate’s Favorite Sabre.   I’m sorry to be to be so unwelcoming to the new kids, but HONESTLY, if you’re going to be someone I’ve never heard of you’d better also be really funny, or at the very least have a working knowledge of the viola and viola related issues.  Since these guys are neither funny or holding violas, I have no choice but to eliminate them from consideration for KFS.

Katebits: (stands up to approach the contestants) (voice dripping with false sincerity) I’m sorry, that means that you’re out.  (*kiss kiss*)  Auf wiedersehen!

Commence Pommerdoodling

Maybe it’s the conclusion of the Olympics, or the fact that September is now within sight, or maybe it’s because last night I had a dream in which Toni Lydman and I were watching football and debating the merits of popsicles versus fudgesicles, but I woke up this morning with the sudden realization that it’s time to start getting excited about hockey.


I know it’s a bit early to get all wound up, but I can’t help it anymore. I don’t care if my early enthusiasm winds up biting me in the ass when I find myself ravenous for hockey with WEEKS left to go.  I don’t care!  I’m feeling excited and happy for hockey!  There is a distinct feeling of Fall in the air!  I refuse to see reason!


I’ve been on the fence, but I think I’m going to do Kate’s Favorite Sabre again.  KFS will get me back into the habit of thinking about hockey and making fun of the Sabres.  With all this blogging about the Olympics and woolen eggs I’m feeling a bit rusty on the hockey front.  Do I still have what it takes to carefully rank the Sabres based on a ridiculous and ever shifting list of criteria that has little or nothing to do with hockey?  I don’t know!  I guess we’ll find out.  (If you don’t know what I’m talking about, you can read the entire KFS series from last year here.)

I’ll wile away the next month on TWC whimsically ranking the Sabres for Kate’s Favorite Sabre Competion Part II, and then before we know it, training camp will be upon us and it’s all down hill after that.  Soon we’ll have a wonderful, unblemished, hopeful, fresh, agonizing, shiny new, hilarious, infuriating, looong, fantabulous, FULL season of Sabres hockey stretched out before us! WOOOOOOOOOO!!!


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Woolen Fried Egg Sunday

This post has nothing to do with hockey or sports of any kind. This post is very, very silly.

I live very near to the Elmwood Strip so I wandered over to the art festival both days this weekend.  Yesterday I just meandered around, but today I went to eat junk food and purchase “art”.

Here’s what I bought:

Fried Egg

It’s a felted fried egg made out of wool.  It was three dollars.

Jeff and Dinesh think I overspent, but Robin and I agree that we’ve already squeezed 3 dollars worth of entertainment out of the egg.  I carried it around the art festival like a trophy- that was pretty funny.  I brought it home and lovingly photographed it- that was funny.  I held it out for Charlotte, Robin’s dog, to smell and she took one dainty sniff and then gulped it up as if it were a REAL EGG- that was HILARIOUS.  Then Robin and I had to wrestle it out of her locked jaw- that was side splittingly funny.


Watch it.   She’ll snatch your egg.

Once we got the egg away from Charlotte, Robin hand washed it in the sink and then put it in the dish rack to dry, which as you can see was both funny and adorable.

Fried Egg on Dish Rack

If you don’t think that’s kind of funny you’re no friend of mine.

The egg promises to be at the center of hijinx for days to come.  It was totally worth three dollars.

SabreCast #5: Now With More Crickets!

Well, Heather and I decided to dust off the podcasting gear, and we got together and recorded a “podcast” yesterday afternoon.  Trouble is, it’s mid-August, and there’s not much going on Sabre-wise.  Good thing Heather and I don’t mind doing an entire podcast about how there is nothing to podcast about.   Don’t worry.  It’s only five minutes long.

We debated whether or not to even publish this one.  It’s….comically devoid of value.  We have some technical issues:  Heather’s air conditioner is an active participant, and I completely forgot how to use my editing software since our last podcast.  In addition to the lack of intelligent material, the ambient noise, and the fussy editing, I use the word “totally” about eleventy million times, and I ruin almost every second of dialog with my incessant giggling.  (I swear I’m 33 years old.)  Have I mentioned it’s only five minutes long?

Here’s what happened: We got together, we quickly realized that although we were having a grand old time we were not feeling inspired or creative enough to come up with any good podcasting material, I went home, and then I spent hours obsessively editing everything away until the entire postcast was whittled down to almost nothing.  Then I added cricket noises.

Thankfully, it’s only five minutes long.

I think there is some method of subcribing to SabreCast on itunes, but I don’t know what it is.  That’s Heather’s area of expertise.  My area of expertise is cricket technology.


My friend Dinesh and I had the following conversation tonight while watching the men’s 400 meter race:

Dinesh: I wonder what the coaching for these events is like.  I mean, I wonder what they work on.  (speaking as a track coach) “That was great Usain.  Now if you could just do that again, only this time…..go faster.”

Kate: (also speaking as coach) “You look good, but I think what you want to aim for a little more speed.  Try it again, only try running a bit faster.”

(pause as we watch the race)

Dinesh: (shaking head sadly, but still speaking as coach) “Damn it.  You know, I really should have told him to run faster…..He could have won that race.”


Yes, we think we’re pretty funny. :)

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