… unknown by name, I should clarify, and unknown to most in that fashion, although I think it’s a rare person who won’t recognize his very well known face:

Vincent Schiavelli, RIP.

His IMDB biography is here. What an amazingly eccentric collection of work … everything from a guest spot on Star Trek The Next Generation to (I assume: really classy) foreign films with titles I can’t pronounce.

I came home to a sink full of dirty water. This is odd since I’d cleaned the kitchen Christmas Eve night, knowing I’d be in Scranton until today. This happened a few months after I moved in here, and the poor maintenance guy had to get like four different plumber snakes, each larger than the previous, before he was able to unjam whatever was blocking the pipes. It’s an occasional hazzard of living in an old(er) apartment complex, but I’m really not looking forward to having maintenance guys in my kitchen for a few hours tonight or tomorrow looking to clear whatever’s blocking the pipe now, y’know?