That was a very satisfying conclusion to the Stanley Cup playoffs.

GO BIRDS!!!

Grant's Ongoing Mustang Search:


This time its red!

Blog Quote Of The Night:

(said while standing in front of a pile of rolled $1 coins, after having asked for said $1 coins two minutes previous)

Can I have some loonies?

Its official. Sasktel has the worst corporate web site in the history of online presence.

I go to the Sasktel website because I want to look something up. Seems like a relatively simple task, right? First of all, the damn pages won't load. I wait and I wait and I wait and the bloody hour glass symbol won't go away. Presumably its still /thinking/.

Finally I give up on that and skip trying to go through the menus to get what I want. I try to use the Search box. I can't /search/ unless I pick a category of the site to search in. WTF is up with that!?! I want to search your whole, useless damn site, you twigs!!! If I knew WHERE to get what I want, I wouldn't need to SEARCH!!!

In the end, they had no spot on the site to look up phone number availability. I hate SaskTel.

Blog Question Of The Day:

My life is lacking in experiences. Should I become addicted to heroin, just to see how it feels?

And now, from the files of Captain Obvious:

Lady Gaga reveals she's bisexual

Did you ever have one of those moments where everything comes into perfect focus, and then you just screw it up?

I was playing hockey tonight. Admittedly, not my best sport but its fun, and I wanted to run around so I joined the league. I didn't set any all-star points but by the same token I would say I didn't embarass myself.

Except for one moment.

The puck is in the opponents end. He's coming out from the corner on my left. He has one guy along the boards at the same depth to pass from, or try to move it up the board. We have one guy going on the ball carrier, and one guy on the player down low. He tries to pass.

I anticipate this perfectly. Its like I could see it about to happen. I run into the middle and sure enough, the opponents pass ends up on my stick. I'm about 20 feet out from the net with no one on me.

And I freeze.

It was such a perfect moment that I wanted to take the perfect shot. So I'm trying to calm the ball on my stick so its perfect to take a shot. And I'm not shooting, and not shooting and not shooting. Its just not perfect enough yet. Finally someone runs at me, and I panic and I fire one harmlessly off the shin pads of the defender running towards me. It was infuriating. We were down two goals and I had a perfect opportunity.

I screwed it up. I can assure you I will not forget that for awhile.

That hockey game sucked!

It didn't even look like Chicago showed up. They give up the first goal short-handed, then let Detroit score with 18 seconds left in the first period. If I was in the crowd for that game I'd have left at the first intermission to beat the church crowd home on the freeway.

Through exhaustive, difficult and thorough research I have come to the following conclusion:

Girls that play guitar are hot

How in the world could people be this stupid? You can /sort of/ understand it in the winter, when the parking lot is covered in ice and snow and you can't see the lines.

But how the hell do you park in the aisle in the middle of May?

Blog Question Of The Day:

Is there a NON-carbonated lemon-line drive, similar in taste to Mountain Dew available in a pre-packaged solution?

Should I buy this?

Weirdest Natalie Portman interview of all time

Blog Question Of The Day:

Should I develop a raging meth habit?

R Kelly is my hero

Blog Question Of The Day:

Why does heat make hair curl?

I gotta be honest . . .

I was enjoying 'Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull' right up until the ending. The last 15 minutes or so pretty much sucked.

I could rattle on, and on, for a page or more about how stupefyingly boring tonight's Leonard Cohen concert was. Or I could preach about the stupidity of the blackness imposed upon us by the show. Perhaps I could best illustrate my point about the insipid dictum that absolute silence be upheld at all times.

I could do that but I will best make my point with one example.

I am leaving the building as the show is winding to its grand finale. In another other 'concert' (and I use the term loosely in this connotation) the energy of the show would be ramping up to a crowning point, before cresting and ending abruptly, having achieved the intent of leaving the crowd with more.

As I walk towards the door, rather than hear a pulsating roar from the stage, or an intensity from a crowd that is loving the show, I can hear, from somewhere within the pitch black darkess of the side of the stage, a portable generator. My ears are not filled with the sound of the show. My senses are not sparkled by a crowd enthralled with the performance. I can hear a stupid, portable generator, cranking out electricity. Its drowning out the performance on the stage to the point that I can't hear the singing, but do hear this mechanical pulsing, as I walk towards the door.

If that doesn't signify the pathetic energy of this show any more vividly, then I'm a lousy story-teller.

Today's Pantheon to Stupidity:

(said to a person holding an opened bottle of wine, standing directly under a sign that says Wine - $6.00)

Where are they selling wine?

As of 9:02 PM this evening (April 22, 2009) I have become a Level 70 Death Knight.