I saw this one and thought it was perfect for House and Agnostic. Maybe even KP! Enjoy, friends:

It’s been face first back into the computer at the office this week, and thus a bit of a delay in getting this entry up. Paul and I hit up Cleveland starting last Thursday and lasting into Sunday, a trip born out of a two-pronged goal of an Indians game and a visit to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and Museum. It was a trip three years in the making and we were both excited to finally get it on the books. Accompanying this entry is a full image gallery of the sights and stops.
 
Day One: Thursday
Things began Thursday afternoon with a couple Venti Doubleshots on Ice and a five-hour drive via Buffalo. Utilizing Better Bidding I had secured us the Cleveland Marriott Downtown at Key Center right near the water for $60USD a night, plus taxes and fees. We arrived shortly after 10:00PM and quickly checked in before setting out for dinner. House of Blues was closed, Lola was closed, and we eventually wandered into Fat Fish Blue en route to find a cab that would carry us to Lolita. We overstuffed ourselves on jambalaya and corn bread alongside an Abita Turbodog each. We ventured back to the hotel and caught some sleep as we knew it was an early morning to come.

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Attention reality show hounds: The upcoming season of Big Brother, the 10th in the series, features a 75-year-old contestant. For the first time in years they promise nobody in the house will have a prior relationship of any kind, but do concede to

Man I’m a lazy narbo when it comes to posting. At some point in my old age I’ve questioned my ability to have anything useful to say, but what the heck, it’s worked in the past. Let’s look at the weekend.
I just now finished catching The King of Kong, a documentary detailing the chase for the world record in Donkey Kong. They did a great job at making me detest the contemptible Billy Mitchell and cheering for Steve Wiebe as he fought against all odds for the title. I do have to say that this world of competitive video gamers is full of absolute weirdos, and I’m glad I gave up the Q-Bert at a young age. Add in a viewing of Hancock, Turistas and Martian Child and my avoidance of films may finally be over. Reviewing them all those years for myCaledon really ended my love of the movie, sadly.
In other news, allow me to preface by saying the foot is feeling much better, and I’m no longer limited in my workouts and such. Still, the doc thinks a fracture may have taken place. However, being more than six weeks out it can’t be fixed and joins my two broken toes and broken rib in my cathedral of unrepairable pain. Beyond that I actually made the brilliant move of bolting knee first into a solid metal chair at lunch a week ago Friday and it’s been insanely painful. Looks like I’m going in for an x-ray and ultrasound this week to find out exactly what I did to it.
Four more days to Cleveland – hoping my cell is back from the shop by then so I can do some live photoblogging and Twittering, but we shall see.

Most of you are aware that this Friday night was my third Relay for Life, a 12-hour team-based walk for the Canadian Cancer Society. As I believe I’d noted here earlier I had the misfortune of having a boat motor dropped on my foot during the Troutquest fishing trip last month, although it had been feeling quite good as of late. Still, there’s a noticeable bump on top of the foot that may or may not be a bone chip, and it took precisely one lap around the quarter-mile track for my foot to swell up and start pressing against the laces. Great.
Due to some commitments I arrived at 8:30PM, 90 minutes late, and once unpacked and having dropped off the generous pledges I’d received I was on the course at 9:00PM. I’m happy to report that I took four breaks between then and 6:30PM when they pulled us off the course a bit early for a mass chat about the survivors and a memory walk. Those breaks were 5-minutes, 10-minutes, 15-minutes, and 30-minutes. So roughly eight hours of walking. This year I was joining my sister, Kim, again, although our surrounding team was different. Alison Maasland, her mom, aunt, friend Shannon, friend Mike, Shannon’s aunt, and somebody I’m missing were Team Bill-Ann, named for Alison’s father and grandmother who passed one year ago now.
It’s always a solemn but fulfilling event as memories invariably go to those we’ve lost, and it makes it a lot easier to tolerate the pain when you realize what the survivors in attendance have gone through. Still, the drive home is always a painful one, and having arrived at home at 7:30AM I proceeded to collapse into sleep until 12:00.
I wanted to thank those of your who put your trust and funds behind me, and I hope I didn’t disappoint. Thanks to my parents, grandparents, Jeff, Craig and Cheryl, Linda, Leo and Nereda, Jon, Brent, Steve, Ryan, and our resident Zonker House for their kind and generous donations. Special thanks to another resident Zonker, Nobody’s Perfect, who arranged an extremely significant donation that was waiting in my door when I got home Friday and helped boost me to a stunning personal record of $475 in donations! You’re all awesome, thanks!