• Sabres 3, Maple Leafs 2.

    Okay, I’ll admit it. I saw this coming. From miles away. A few years ago, our one major weakness was the Senators. This year, our one major weakness seems to be us. Of course our second major weakness might just be this Buffalo team. We were actually leading. Twice if I’m looking at the recap right. And we still flopped over dead. Well, at least we made a game out of it. Just next time, maybe let’s try and give making it a good one a try.

    Last time

    We didn’t do nearly as well on Friday, and after Saturday’s victory against the Bruins I was kind of hoping that might have been our turning point. Of course, the pesimist in me knew better and reminded me we have yet to actually beat them this year–kind of like the Bruins up until Saturday. Still, I kind of hoped for a nice little pre-Christmas surprise. What I got instead? Well, you be the judge. I’ll go wash the taste out of my mouth now.

  • Another year way beyond awesome.

    I have no idea how in the hell she manages to do it, but on both of the birthdays I’ve been around for, she’s managed to make herself appear just a little bit more inteligent, and little bit more relaxed, and just all around a little bit more the girl I love than the year before. Yeah, call me a sap if it makes ya feel better. I think some part of her can see she’s getting a little more like… herself, and a little used to the fact things aren’t quite as bad as they were. Maybe someday she’ll be able to look back on the craptasticness she’s been through and laugh her ass off about it. God only knows I probably will when I think it’s okay to. But for now, happy birthday, Jessica. You’re half a mile closer to supreme awesomeness than you realize. Or probably want me to admit to, but there just went that restriction.

    This has been an all too rare extreme personal blog entry, brought to you by the date, and the fact she has absolutely no idea I’m doing it. And now, back to helping her with supper on the night before her birthday.

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  • And sometimes, Canada Post isn’t quite useless.

    It’s a rare thing when it happens, but a pleasant thing. On the odd occasion, when investigating exactly how much money I’m supposed to be putting into how many hands and how soon, I come across a small detail left over from October’s move that I thought I’d rectified, only to have it slap me in the face with a big fat no you didn’t. This happened yesterday. Well, actually, it’s been happening fairly often, but mostly yesterday. I was logging in to get an account number for something that demanded I waste no time in forking over my life savings, and the savings of my future children, to satisfy a bill payment. Well okay so perhaps not quite that bad. And in doing so, I come to two very distinct realizations. I’m not actually *getting* a large portion of my bills the way I’m supposed to be getting them–specificly, online. And I’m not getting them that way because Canada Post’s website still believes I live in my old apartment in Ottawa. That, and because I’d neglected to add one or two of my new accounts to the list of accounts for which to send me online bills, but largely it’s the former. So here I am, sitting in the new apartment now for 2 months, and I’m still grasping for the finer details of some of my newer required expenses (rental fee for a hot water tank, anyone?), and our postal service, which tries its very best to at times equal the US postal service, still thinks I haven’t moved. One would think that to be the third thing I change over–next to my phone number and banking info, but apparently, that’s not how I think. Sometimes, I don’t necessarily need technology to have a minor fail moment. And sometimes, surprise of surprises, technology makes my potentially minor fail moments look slightly more like moronic WTF moments. Which, while aren’t much better, I’ll still take. But, for a rare first, a crown corporation, under direct regulation of the Government of Canada, actually managed to prevent me from completely breaking things rather than being the reasin things end up breaking. I take back most of the things I said about crown corporations. Not all, just most. And I’ll probably say them again before 2010’s over, but we’ll burn that bridge when we get there. Until then, I’ll let the small surprise of Canada Post not entirely being useless sink in a little. Okay, that’s better.

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  • My ringtone is now an overplayed song.

    I’ve been known to keep a very random, very scattered, and very eclectic collection of music around, both on my local machine and/or various attached hard drives, as well as within my Jango playlist. I like to think my selection of ringtones reflects that. I go from the commonly played to the rarely played usually in a quick breath. A rarely played Matchbox 20 song, “How Far We’ve Come”, has been my primary ringtone since pretty much the first week I got this phone. I think I might have heard it played by someone other than me a grand total of… once in that time. This morning, in the span of about an hour and a half, I got to hear it coming out of my phone 4 or 5 times. Granted they were all either not intended for me or telemarketters, but still. This morning, my ringtone has become an overplayed song. In honour of that transition, have a video of the said song. I’d embed it here, but he or she who is behind the original upload of that video has decided to complicate matters to the point where that’s not happening. So, you get to click instead. And while you do that, I’ll go contemplate changing it.

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  • Maple Leafs 2, Bruins 0.

    I see how it is. I miss a game on account of all manner of antics, and they go off and win. Not just win, but shut them out. But it took me not watching the game for them to actually do so. Guys, next time you go up against a team against which you suck and you manage to win–which, hopefully, is tomorrow, do me a huge favour and maybe do it when I’m sitting in front of something that allows me to watch the game? Please?

    Last Time<

    I sat in this very room, across from this very computer, and watched as we got our asses kicked in Boston. We kind of forgot to show up for that game. Then proceeded to go back home and beat up on a few teams over there. We got shut out by Buffalo on Friday. Could this be the turn-around game? Since we play Buffalo again on Monday… God I hope so.

  • Sabres 5, Maple Leafs 2.

    I think I might have lost this team. Or rather, I think the team might have lost this season. Falling flat against Buffalo, of all places? *Buffalo*? I mean, sure, they’re no North Carolina–and we pretty much sucked against them last time too, but come on. What happened to the team that could actually play? Inquiring minds want to know. No, really, somewhere between here and there, there’s at least one inquiring mind that wants to know. Seriously.

    Last time

    Thuey shut us out in buffalo at the end of November. I kind of figured we might have learned from that. We didn’t. Or if we did, we promptly forgot it. Ah well, at least it wasn’t a shutout this time. Right? Right…? Anyone?

  • The new blog on the corner.

    I’ve been trying to convince Jessica to get back into the whole blogging thing for, well, ever. I’ve even gone so far as to threaten her in various ways using various methods. She just wouldn’t budge. Until now. After offering to host her very own non-LJ blog, it running on the same software that powers this one, she’s decided to toss herself back into writing mode. And now, after much consideration given to where she wishes to call her new online home, I give you the nuthouse. It’s still largely under construction, and I’ll be helping her for a while get things to be exactly the way she wants them, but for the moment, it’s operational and mostly fully functioning. Drop in and give her a read at some point–and please do be kind.

    Also, for those of you who have her LJ on your friends lists, I’ve set her up to crosspost to LJ in a way similar to what I’m doing, so you’re still able to follow her with a minimal amount of actual effort on your part. Hey, I’m lazy too. I know how it goes. And it goes kinda like this. So enjoy. Maybe wave hello. And don’t forget to leave your valuables here when you leave.

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  • Snap your fingers and it’s Sunday.

    As expected, Jessica’s graduation went off absolutely with no problem whatsoever. She got her diploma, we got a picture, and everyone got to relax a little afterwards with something alcoholic and good conversation. We hit a local bar after the cerimony for a drink or two, and to do some general talking/venting/otherwise unstressing, before coming back to the apartment and crashing. We took it easy on Friday, the only thing going on being Jess having had to do that earning money thing–I’ll never understand why it is that can’t just go away for a day. The evening was spent around the apartment, not really doing a whole lot. There was, of course, the usual talking, relaxing, and being all kinds of glad the routine gets to change for the better. Saturday was the interesting part of the weekend.

    Since the beginning of the week, I’d been planning to have a private get together among friends in honour of Jessica’s graduation from massage school. She’d worked her ass off for the past year and a half or so, and didn’t have time to do a lot of that while she was doing it. So I sent a few emails around, made a phone call or two, and got a couple of Jess’s closest friends–and, conveniently enough, folks I’m becoming quite good friends with as well–onboard for our own version of a grad cerimony. That happened last night. The morning was spent at Wallmart, picking up what little odds and ends we needed throughout the week. After that, the only thing we did other than generally cleaning up was making a run for alcohol. And, after $52 and some change was handed over, we had the keys to some goodly awesomeness.

    Julie and her husband came over at about half past 3, and after spending about an hour just shooting the shit, we cracked open the booze. Before all too long we’d gotten to the point where we were feeling more than a little relaxed. And when that happens, the randomness knows no limits. We did everything from vent about our respective employment or lack thereof, to mocking certain less fortunate people who weren’t here–thank god–to defend themselves, to even tossing out opinions, thoughts and points of view on the government and its benefit or lack thereof to the average joe. They left early, and Jess and I did a bit more drinking and talking. We expanded on a few of the points brought up, and actually had a very nice little debate going on–I kind of wish I could have recorded it. I think in parts of the conversation we got a little bit too caught up, but hey, that’s bound to happen when you’ve got two very opinionated people in the same room with alcohol.

    It was well after midnight by the time she fell asleep. I went and flopped over about half an hour or so after by rough estimation–I wasn’t exactly keeping track of the time last night. It was well into the afternoon, about 2:00 or so, before we were both up and mobile for the day. I don’t think awake came until later, though. Today’s been spent pretty well recovering from that. The most exhausting task on our to do list at the moment is laundry, and that’s being done now. We leave for Canada again on Thursday, Jessica’s birthday is on Tuesday, and Wednesday’s probably going to be spent packing and maybe stealing an hour or two’s sleep. As for the rest of the week, I have absolutely no idea what if anything we can safely say we have planned. Maybe we’ll get lucky and plans will invent themselves. In the meantime, here’s the picture we got from Jessica’s graduation. It was taken on a cell phone, so quality may end up sucking slightly. Enjoy, or something. Look ma, no hands!

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  • It’s kind of like Christmas morning.

    I guess it’s made that much more appropriate by the weather we’re having outside right now. Since late-ish last night, I’ve been more and more looking forward to events scheduled to take place tonight. Roughly 12 hours from now, Jessica will have graduated from a year and a half of massage therapy training, and be just that much closer to being a therapist licensed for work in New York state. Which, conveniently enough, will put her just that much closer to being ready to get herself licenced for work in Ontario. I could tell, even if she wasn’t exactly awake enough when she got home last night to show it, that she was very much excited–and, though she’d never admit it, probably a little nervous–about tonight. The sad part of it is, I think I might be more excited than she is. I hung around in bed last night while she slept, not actually managing to get that far myself. About 2 and a half hours later, I got up and killed an hour or so on Twitter–hey, random socialization with all manner of strange people has its benefits, okay? When I finally did catch some sleep, it was all too brief–really, only about 2.5 to 3 hours, but it felt like less. And when I got up, you could have told me it was Christmas morning and I’d of believed it.

    We’d both been looking forward to this pretty much since it started. I know as it got closer she was a little more stressed than usual. This was kind of her thing–what she’d set herself up to do, and not much was going to change her mind. Something you could be proud of, especially when you considered it had a lot of areas that prior to this course she considered weaknesses. I suppose, in a way, it kind of is our Christmas morning. After tonight, she’ll have her free time back. At least until she takes the board exam and starts working. Which means, for the next couple weeks, we’ll have our free time back. Yeah, I guess it kind of is like Christmas morning after all. And if you look at it like that, the fact it’s snowing yet again outside doesn’t piss me off quite as much as it probably should. I’ll take it.

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  • Coyotes 6, Maple Leafs 3.

    Yes, I know. We just got our asses handed to us on a silver platter by a team from a city that technically shouldn’t even have a hockey team. I found myself wondering, more than a few times last night, if the Leafs actually managed to send more than 2 players to the rink for the game. At least 2 of the Phoenix goals were just absolutely crap–something we should have been able to stop blindfolded. The team that didn’t hit the ice last night was definitely not the same one that took 8 points in the ACC over the previous 4 games. Actually it looked more like the team that was supposed to show up but didn’t in most of the home games before that. By the third period, I was cringing. By the end of the game, I was very distracted–admittedly, not by accident and definitely not against my will. Even now the thing that tried to call itself a game leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I’m gonna go wash it out now.

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