Another bonus this weekend: Steve Martin on Saturday Night Live. I love Steve Martin, he's pretty much comedy/writing idol, and he's still a very funny man, he just picks really awful movies. His writing is still great, though...so I'm hoping he didn't do much writing of SNL. Not good. No killer sketches, and only a few mildly amusing ones. Even the monologue was pretty bad. Best line of the night? "You get that it's King Lear, right?" For the record, I'm not going to go see "Pink Panther 2."

More Hineresque news. While out at the old house shoveling snow, I noticed a tremendous leak in the basement; water spattering to the floor, not just dripping. I figured it's either pipes or snow melting in, so I went back on Sunday to run a test. The basement was dry, so I went upstairs to flush the toilet. Came back down, and the basement was wet. So, there you go. Somewhere between the basement and the toilet on the second floor, I've got a bad pipe. Lord knows how much that's going to cost me to have fixed. I see no signs of water damage or leakage anywhere on the first floor (the pipe goes right behind the kitchen wall), so I'm hoping it's close to the basement and the plumber won't have to tear up any walls to get to the problem.
Have I mentioned how much I hate my hold house?
Incomplete pass.
3rd and 10 on Life's 45.

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