• Maple Leafs 2, Devils 1.

    It took overtime to barely squeak out a win against the Devils on Thursday. And it was only kind of meh at that–though, likely, that’s more to do with the team. Kessel does that scoring thing again, and we’re actually winning more than we’re losing for a change. Okay, I can be surprised at that.

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    We weren’t quite so lucky in February, losing by a goal. But then, that’s the way this Leafs team rolls, apparently. On a positive side, however? We’re slightly less likely to lock up dead last in the league. Now if we just had our first two draft picks back.

  • Maple Leafs 4, Senators 1.

    Okay, so I’ve been kind of unavailable for the last… well, several days. Okay, more like a week. Okay, a week exactly. The why is coming. As for right now, it’s all about the hockey. Because I said so.

    And, right now, it’s all about the Ottawa Senators, and how much excitement should be present during a game in which Toronto beats up on them but good. But, surprise of surprises, there wasn’t any. In fact, and I’m shamed to admit it, I didn’t even watch the game–okay, so part of that was to do with my unavailability. Deal with it. To me, the season’s already done. Even if Kessel managed to score his 26th goal of the year. And even if we made Ottawa’s goaltending look bad–well, okay, worse than it’s been looking. That would have been fun in November. Or next season. But right now? Back to catching up on what I missed being offline for a week.

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    We managed to pull something off 2 weeks ago, as well. How, I’m not sure, but we did. And, just like now, I got nothin’. Thanks for the two points, boys. Now let’s golf.

  • Making the case for a single timezone.

    After a recent thread on Twitter–not one, thankfully, I was involved in–I thought it might be fun to air out a theory of mine. specificly that of one timezone. I don’t see why, beyond the method of keeping track of where the sun’s at at any particular moment. It’s noon, which means you look straight up and you’ll pretty well go blind. It’s 9:00 in the middle of July, so if you hurry to your window you’ll be able to see it setting. While all the while someone in England’s watching it come up.

    With businesses going global anyway, and just about everything happening across national and continental borders, it only makes sense to consider the elimination of timezones. Businesses in Canada and the US send their call center jobs to India. Britain sells things to businesses in Mexico. China has arangements to ship things back and forth between several countries–including Canada and the US. And all of those would run much faster, and be a whole lot more eficient, if 9:00 in New York equated to 9:00 in London. Sure, it means some places would be lacking in daylight, but well, we already have that already–see: Alaska.

    If we’re gonna make everything global anyway, the world should at least try to keep itself on the same schedule. If it’s midnight in New York, folks won’t be calling their sister/cousin/friend/whatever in California because they might not be ready to call it a night yet. Conversely, I won’t get a call from the east coast at 5:00 in the morning from a family member who happens to be staring at a clock that says 9:00 AM instead, and thusly not be required to later plan to beat them to a fine paste for the unwelcome wake-up. And life would go on just as usual–except maybe not as brightly in some parts of the world. But folks are already dealing with that–see Alaska, as mentioned above. If they can handle it for as long as they do, so can we stronger folks.

    There’s really no reason I can think of to keep timezones around, except to keep track of when the sun’s up and where. We move to one timezone, and anyone with any reason to keep contact with folks on a global basis is happy. Also, converting 3:00 PST to anything not remotely asociated with my timezone or GMT is a real pain in the ass. Let’s kill that, like, now.

    In short, timezones are evil. If we didn’t have to worry about that, we could concentrate on things that could actually be made much better by removing them. Also: daylight savings? Gone. That can’t hurt anyone. Well, okay, so it maybe wouldn’t hurt me. Then again, it’s my blog–naturally all my ehtories will be me-centric. And sometimes, they even possess an almost normal sense of logic.

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  • Islanders 4, Maple Leafs 1.

    Where was our winning streak? I think it went that way. We scored the opening goal, and… um… that was, well, it. They spent the next two periods–sorry, 2 and a half–pounding us. Best thing about the game? It was almost non-stop. Worst part about the game? Um. See season, losing of.

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    Back in December, we actually somehow managed to beat them. Convincingly. I’m still not entirely sure how it is that happened, but it did. And then we spent the rest of the season alternating between halfway good, and twice as bad. But, you know, when cheering for a rebuilding team… now, let’s finish tearing it down and get it over with shall we?

  • Maple Leafs 6, Oilers 4.

    Most goals scored by this team all season, high energy, young players, yada yada yada. I still can’t get excited. Yeah, it’s our third win in a row. But the game didn’t really make much difference for either team. Both are still out of the playoffs. And the only thing that really happened is folks got to see a team they might not see again until this time next year. Ah well, can’t have it all. Back to the every day routine of, well, losing.

  • Clocks move up an hour tonight.

    It matters not to folks over in England, and those fortunate or unfortunate enough to live in Arizona, but for the rest of us, at 2:00 tonight we skip an hour. If you haven’t already, don’t forget to do that thing with your clocks. As for me, I’m gaining a whole lot more than just one hour of sleep.

  • Maple Leafs 4, Lightning 3.

    So they do remember how to do the more than one win in a row shpeel. Who’d of thunk it? And in overtime, too–something they’ve rather sucked at all year. Again, who’d of thunk it? Now if only it actually mattered. Still, it’s nice to see them starting to play a little bit better with each other. Even if it’s still difficult to get excited over a few wins strung together. So difficult, in fact, that I’m bowing out of that race right now.

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    Back in January, we didn’t get off so lucky. Well, actually, we didn’t really get off at all–hence the 3 2 loss. We actually pretended to play a little tiny bit better then, too. Or so I kept telling myself, anyway. Funny how all these teams we keep sucking against tend to add up. A few years ago, a win like this might have sent every Leafs fan between here and Toronto into ultra party mode. Now? We just shrug. And I go back to getting things ready for the arival of the girlfriend.

  • Be a good catholic–don’t use a condom.

    I’m not by any means a religious person. My parents say I’m Christian, but I haven’t practiced since I was much too young to do so willingly. Ironically enough, it’s been about that long since they’ve entered a church for anything other than a wedding or funeral too. Sadly, this is a pretty good explanation as to why.

    A highschool in Rome actually did something rare for a state-run institution–it came up with an actual brilliant idea. Vending machines that sell condoms, and for cheaper than those which you’d have to drop by the drug store to get your hands on. One would think this to be a good thing–kids that age are probably doing it anyway, might as well minimize the risks, right? Apparently, not if you’re a member of the Roman church. Or, for that matter, its still far too church-oriented government.

    The newspaper of the Italian Bishops’ Conference said Thursday that sex was being reduced to “mere physical exercise.” The newspaper, L’Avvenire, lamented that young people these days have no spiritual guidance on sexuality, and that educators are more concerned with “the health and hygiene consequences of sex” than its moral implications.

    Good God, they’re fussing about their health! Quick, lock them in confession–yesterday! Now, before someone jumps on me for supposedly saying “to hell with morality”, I somehow doubt that’s going to be the first thing on some kid’s list of worries if they discover, through the experimentation just about everyone was doing in one way, shape or form in highschool–yeah, you, don’t say you weren’t–that they have HIV or some other health complication. Or, as happens far too frequently–yes, even in Rome, there’s a pregnancy involved. Please. You have kids sneaking off to dark places to smoke a joint, and that’s actually against non-religious laws. You have kids hanging out in the woods with various things of an alcoholic nature, in spite of the fact underaged drinking is also against non-religious laws–except in Europe. You’re not going to prevent them from doing the bed sheat tango over some moral or spiritual obligation to keep it zipped or face eternal damnation–particularly if, as is becoming more and more common in North America at least, they’re increasingly more likely to laugh it off as the empty threat it is.

    They’re going to drink. They’re probably going to smoke–if for no other reason than just to say they’ve tried it. And if you cram otherworldly reasons why they shouldn’t down their throats, they’re just going to do it and not tell you. And then you have two problems to deal with.

    By all means, talk about it with your kids. Tell them why they should really think about maybe not getting naked at 16. Just please, for sanity’s sake, leave the bloody bible out of the conversation. And in the meantime, don’t shit all over a highschool looking to provide those of them who’re just gonna do it anyway with a way to at the very least lesen their risks. Or, better yet, buy them the condoms yourself if it’s that much a concern. You can’t force people to make what you believe to be the right decisions. No, not even your kids. But if you’d spend less time worrying about which direction they’ll be heading in the afterlife and more time lessening their chances of falling flat on their faces from a mistake in their present life, you might actually learn you also don’t have to. Oh, and do both yourselves and your kids a favour while you’re at it. Tell the Italian Bishops’ Conference where they can shove their moral and spiritual guidance. It hasn’t been working well enough for them to be worrying about throwing it at everyone else.

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  • The thing about fiction is? The future doesn’t change 30 years later.

    In the 1960’s, 2010 was all about the flying car, the voice-activated computers and the robots that did all the routine and boring crap–housework among other things–for you. Well, it’s 2010, and I still have to do my own dishes. Dammit. But, I can take comfort–they’re still predicting the same thing in my lifetime.

    I’ve been reading the In Death series, which is based–again–about 50 years in our future. And, once again, in 2060, it’s all about the flying car, the voice-activated computer, and the robot that does all the routine tasks so you don’t have to. Oh yeah, it’s also about everything from murder to the bad side of New York City. And again, if you follow the traditional fiction trends, you know where this is going. Exactly like they said in the 1960’s about 2010, in 2060 we’re off on our own spaceward adventures–everything from vacations to whatever crosses the mind. For a change, though, at least we’re not at war with some oddly designated alien race or another. Sometimes, I love science fiction. Keep it up, folks. We’ll get a car I might actually be able to drive someday.

  • And here I thought the male stereotype was a myth.

    You can’t go a week in some circles without hearing some crack or another about the guy always wanting sex, and the girl not being interested. I mean hell, it’s a comedian’s default line, if he’s got nothing else. One wonders sometimes where it is they come up with it–I always thought that was just something randomly tossed out there. Not according to a survey done in the US. Apparently, we guys want it more, have more of an interest in it, and will probably want it longer. Yep, give us sex and give us sports, and our lives will be complete. Remember that the next time your girlfriend says you’re never satisfied. Oh, you were expecting a post on my or Jessica’s sexual preference/interest level? Sorry.

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