Of course, any game where the good guys come out and win 4 1 like that is a good game in my books. That it happened to be their second win in a row, though? For the first time this season? Can’t go wrong. I mean, granted, it was against New York and, well, if they *didn’t* beat that team I’d be supremely pissed, but apparently that doesn’t matter. Thank God. Now, they take their 4-4-3 record back to Toronto to get picked apart by Washington. Note to self: try to stay awake for that game. Someone may need to remind me.
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The best hockey game I ever slept through.
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Where’s my invitation to the Britney pity party?
You know she’s getting exactly what she’s after when now she’s got a church pretty much begging for its members to send her love during her supposedly troubled period. Keeping in mind, of course, it’s a troubled period she brought on herself. This is why I have to laugh at churches from time to time–they make her out like some fallen angel, some innocent thing who’s just lost her way. News flash, folks–she was never all that innocent to begin with, nor was she ever that bright to begin with. And now she gets to realize, guess what–people thought you were just another teenaged drama queen in the beginning, and now you’re proving it. Good job, moron of the year.
I gotta have a bit of a laugh at the comparison the priest at this church draws, though.If she were your next-door neighbor in the same situation without the money and success, wouldn’t you care about her problems? Wouldn’t you pray for her and offer her support and encouragement?
Nope, not really. I wouldn’t offer her or loan her squat, to be blatantly honest–I’d be very likely to either have it not returned or have it completely and totally wasted. I like to think I can get along with just about anyone. But not people who so openly make themselves out to be complete and total idiots, and then still manage to draw people’s pity based solely on the fact they used to be famous and a somewhat not all that horrible singer. I saw it coming, and I can’t say she didn’t deserve it. Hey, maybe next time her and Paris can be cell mates…
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If the intent is to keep something quiet, perhaps you shouldn’t scream about it on camera?
Ah, Paris. If only you had a clue. But no, you seem to be having difficulty with locating your common sense. Only real explanation, isn’t it, for pretty much acting about 13 and throwing one hell of a hissy fit over walking into a porno store and seeing posters of that stupid sex tape of hers on the wall. Now, personally, I was never a Paris Hilton fan–I rather thought she was a stupid tramp. Now, though, after pretty much taking notice that she’s proven the number 1 rule about keeping things quiet correct, I’ve reached the conclusion that she’s an immature, stupid tramp. An immature, stupid tramp who has just taken the Streisand effect to a whole new, real life level. You can look at Wikipedia for the definition, or check out Techdirt’s website. One of its authors initially came up with that particular phrase referring to most moronic attempts to keep something shushed on the internet, only to have it wind up on about 50 billion places on the internet. Paris, my dear, you have made that list. Shall we define the real life version of the same to the Hilton effect?
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Well folks, there’s our Stanley cup victory.
After beating up on the Penguins, don’t expect all too much more of a good thing to be coming out of Toronto. Knocking out those 5 goals last night took just about everything they had. So now they’ll be good and ready to give up another 20+ goals in the next 4 games compared with a collective 1 goal effort on their part. I’m finding it very difficult to remain a loyal Leafs fan. But the alternative is becoming a Senators fan, and just–well, hell no. I’ll stick to what I know, thankyaverymuch. Even if what I know isn’t exactly going to be all that pretty come about May or so.
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And then there were none.
Ladies, gentlemen and innocent little children, for the first time all night I actually have a couple minutes–note: certain people’s possibly not yet received emails will have said 30 seconds… that was earlier–wherein I’m not currently trying my best to explain to some moron that his computer is not, in fact, busted because that’s some wicked evil scheme Dell has designed to force you to buy a new one when your warranty expires. Although that would serve some of these idiots right. There are currently 9 people waiting for calls. And of those 9, I am proud to be one. Sweet, jesus, hell, yes. Why couldn’t my night *start* like that? That’d be awesome.
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Good I didn’t miss anything.
Just my team tanking in the stretch again. Not entirely unlike they do for most of their losses. which… are coming way too quickly for it to be painless. If anyone has a cure besides having JFJ shot, simply because I’d rather not make headlines for that reason, fire it at me. Or you could, y’know, start your own discussion. We need more blogging Leafs fans. Or I need to start reading more blogs. One of those.
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What should you be when you grow up?
This is what happens when they turn me loose an hour early from a meeting I didn’t want to be in in the first place. Go boredom go!
You Should Be an Artist
You are incredibly creative, spontaneous, and unique.
No one can guess what you’re going to do next, but it’s usually something amazing.
You can’t deal with routine, rules, or structure. You’re easily bored.
As long as you are able to innovate and break the rules, you are extremely successful.You do best when you:
– Can work by yourself
– Can express your personality in your workYou would also be a good journalist or actor.
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Wake me up when it’s over, m’kay?
They expect me to be in training until 2, and then in a meeting ’til 4. Which means by the time I take my first phone call, it could be 5. This is gonna make for one hell of a long night…
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You know you’re from Pembroke when…
A while back I did one of these entries about Ottawa, and… well, I left out that other place I lived. You know, the one I was all unemployed and lazy in. As… opposed to the employed and lazy I am now. But… meh. Corrected and such!
You know you’re from Pembroke when:
1. Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor on hwy 17
2. “Vacation” means going to Ottawa for the weekend
3. You measure distance in hours
4. You know several people who have hit deer more than once
5. You often switch from “heat” to “A/C” in the same day
6. You use a down comforter in the summer
7. Your grandparents drive at 65 mph through 13 feet of snow during a raging blizzard, without flinching
8. You see people wearing hunting clothes at social events
9. You install security lights on your house and garage and leave both unlocked
10. You think of the major food groups as deer meat, fish, and berries
11. You carry jumper cables in your car and your girlfriend knows how to use them
12. There are 7 empty cars running in the parking lot at the Beer Store any given time
13. You design your kid’s Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit
14. Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow
15. You think lingerie is tube socks and flannel pajamas
16. You know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter, and construction.
17. It takes you 3 hours to go to the store for one item even when you’re in a rush because you have to stop and talk to everyone in town.
18. You actually understand these jokes…..Edit: oops.
Apparently, I somehow managed to completely and totally fuck up the html for this entry. Woopsydoodles.
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I didn’t wanna see the playoffs anyway.
So apparently mister Tucker’s on the sidelines ’til God only knows when with a knee injury. And our two goalies aren’t doing a whole lot of stopping shots. And… unless your name’s Sundin or Ponikarovsky, you’re not doing a whole hell of a lot offensively, either. I didn’t expect we’d see the Leafs in the playoffs this year, but 9th place would have been nice…