So today I played a lot of pool instead of watching pointless sitcoms while I was at work. At 11, Grace and I watched a really cool show on the Discovery channel about this guy who was born with no arms. He just learned to use his feet like hands, it's really cool to watch. He grew up in a boarding school for handicapped children. He went through a variety of jobs, including working on his family's farm, janitor, and currently he's a landscaper. He has grandchildren from two wives (he's still with the second one). He met his first wife because he was pulled over for driving 95 of a California highway and the newspaper printed an article about it, she also had no arms. They broke up later for complications involving the death of their second child, a son (their first, a daughter, is alive and whole). He remarried and had several children with his second wife, (she's not his first husband), so between the two of them they have 18 grandchildren. He gained more fame for rescuing an old woman from a burning car; the engine was billowing black smoke, and she was too afraid to move, so he broke through the until-then-unbreakable side window with only his feet and pulled her out to safety. He has, throughout his life, advocated the rights of the handicapped to be treated equally. He can do almost anything a person with arms can do, including use a chainsaw on fallen branches, push a lawnmower, plant a potted plant in the ground (after digging the hole); he can drive, eat, read the newspaper, and fish with his grand-daughters all with only his feet. It was a very nice feel-good story. In fact, it was a good tv day all in all. The simpsons had funny episodes, and on Whose Line Is It Anyway? David Hasselhoff (Baywatch, Knight-rider) made a guest appearance (or should I say, several guest appearances, since he kept leaving the room and then coming back in two games later). He wasn't very funny at all, but he is apparently a really good singer, and he mocked himself, which increased both Grace's and my respect for him. Anyway, despite all our precautions, someone STILL managed to walk away with a set of pool balls. Apparently, someone steals a set so they can play during the night or during the next day, while we're closed. It's happened several times this semester, but more often in the past two weeks. Grace and I were both on guard about it, watching people when they left, but whoever took the balls must have been someone who just walked in and took them, not someone who was playing with them already, because we had gotten them all, but then one set was missing when we were closing the cabinet. [sighs] It sucks because it's frustrating, even though they do leave the pool balls in the game room when they're done. Anyway, I need to sleep, so goodnight. (p.s. I don't think I said in my blog yet, but I won at spider solitaire with all four suits. It required undoing about 30 moves at one point, but I did it, darn it! oh yah, I'm bad, who's bad? I'm bad!)