The weekend brought three caught mice, a night out for me, and the Grey Cup. First up, I got the mousetraps set Saturday afternoon, then we did some quick shopping. When we came back, both traps had caught a mouse. I reset them, and when I went out Saturday night, one more unsuspecting rodent had wandered into my traps. I’m under no illusion that we got them all so quickly, but I can always hope.

Saturday night, I went to a friend’s place, where he introduced me to the first “video podcast” that I’ve ever seen (though I think Pure Pwnage should count too) - Tiki Bar TV. Interesting that both are Canadian groups. Anyway, it was a good time, it had been too long since I got out of the house.

Sunday. Bloody Sunday. What a game the CFL chose to close off the season with. The only thing that would have made it more exciting would be if Calvillo’s last play punt attempt would have worked (can you imagine? ) Jason and I Liveblogged it, which was a blast as well.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “Why do we have to play this corny old game anyway? I’ve got my jacks! Hey, I got twosies!” - Milhouse