I've been a writing fool, just not here. I'm knee-deep in trying to crank out 10 pages of (preferably good) fiction, a book review (keeps turning into a 5th grade book report instead of any kind of critical anyalysis) and read a ton of material for recreation class.

So stay tuned. At some point in the future I'll go back to making witty comments here instead of burying them within academic writing.

In tonight's NCWHL game, I fought hard in the corners and at one point, wound up on top of this very nice woman while trying to work the puck loose. She kicked back and her skate hit the inside of my thigh (pretty much the only unprotected place on my body when wearing hockey gear). That smarts. But we didn't lose, tied 1-1 and I had a great time once again.

After the game, it was kinda sad when my red friends rolled in for their game and I rolled out, my playing time complete. That's the price you pay, I guess.

This is not to say that zeus is all kinds of wrong but decide for yourself. Right now, I'm doing some of the piddly freelance web work that keeps me in hockey skates. Out of sheer guilt, I've invited all of the dogs in the office with me. Zeus felt the need to obsessively groom Patrick, licking his head for a good 15 minutes. I did my best to ignore it, since they were all quiet and nobody was getting into anything bad for them. However, when Patrick (aka the world's most easy-going guy) started crying out like he was in pain, I whipped around fast enough to catch Zeus humping him! On my futon! Bastardo!

Z was unkindly escorted to the crate, where he will spend the night. Patrick is of course okay, but my sensibilities are offended. Geez, man, buy a guy a drink before you hump his ass!