So Jesus came to visit Canada today....

Betcha he didn't count on this:

(Not that it was Canadian or anything. Leave it an American to be that racist)

The minto from the real story has a wicked name though!

I read a quote in the Globe today saying that the first officer on the scene got on the radio for help and said,

"There's a man down. He doesn't look good," he says, referring to the disfigured Ms. Nash. "We've got to get this guy out of here. He's got no face."

The whole thing is horrible yet strangely intriguing. And also hilarious in its own way.

The lonely end of the rink

I just watched the Penguins lose to the lowly Islanders.
What a fucking disgrace.
Not to mention the two recent losses to the Maple Leafs, who are a complete joke these days.

I think there's a number of problems that have led to this sorry state of affairs, beginning with how well the team did last year. Let's face it, they overachieved. And now the pressure of repeating something like that is just weighing down a young team too much.

Having Whitney and Gonchar out for so long certainly didn't help, and both of those guys have returned quietly, without making much of an impact. Hopefully they step it up soon, cuz the clock is ticking.

Fleury is overrated. He doesn't look comfortable out there, he's perpetually injured, and he's getting lucky most of the time he does have good games.

More importantly is that plug they call Malkin. This douche thinks he can take on the entire opposing team each time he touches the puck. And it costs the Pens tons of scoring opportunities, which is something that doesn't show up on the old plus/minus.
They should've traded him for some solid guys rather than sign him to a contract. Just look at the way he collapsed last year in the playoffs. He gets hit a few times and then he's a ghost. Very European, I must say.

Get rid of the fucker, and to hell with the stats he puts up.

And that's all I have to say about that.

"Never have I seen a man so excited about deodorant"

Fuck I hate getting my second wind at 10 p.m.
Had a nap after work, lazed around all night watching hockey and playin Perfect Dark with Jmath, and now I get a full head of steam. I actually wanted to go for a jog earlier, but I was far too lazy. Maybe some weights will tire me out enough to put me to sleep. Not likely though.

Work was ridiculously busy again today, but I probably accomplished the most in a single day thus far at my job. Thankfully tomorrow will be more relaxed. I just know I'm gonna be dead tired cuz I'm so wide awake right now. Always goes that way it seems...

On the good news front, I found something so elusive today at the grocery store that I almost crapped my pants.

You see, about three years ago the good people at Gillette decided to stop producing my brand of pit stick. Needless to say, I was fucking fuming. At first I thought maybe just a few stores had run out of the stuff, but after looking for months I figured out that they had flat-out fucked me.
As most of you children out there in radio land know, pitstick is a very personal thing. I had settled into my very specific type and when they killed it I was lost. I had been raving for years (old man-esque) that I was going to write a letter to the company and chew them out. But my laziness got the best of me and I just pissed and moaned to anyone within earshot.

But today I found it - that unmistakable shape with that oh-so-sweet consistency of solid gel (none of that shitty goop that Gillette still makes for some fucking reason) and that oh-so-important word "antiperspirant" - but it was under the name Right Guard, and being pitched as a "New" product.

Eat me, that shit ain't new.
And ten to one says Right Guard is owned by the same damn people that own Gillette anyway.

But I can't complain, I've got my baby back.
And the next time I'm up at Loblaws I'm going to buy the entire shelf of the stuff, no word of a fucking lie. You just can't trust the bastards anymore.

So my bill at the beer store was $145...

Goddamn TD.
I've never had insufficient funds in my life.
But these bastards put a weeklong hold on my paycheque that I deposited last Friday, and my stupid landlord took out a G-note on tuesday for last month's and this month's rent. Pricks.

So my burrs had to go on the old mastercard.

Fortunately my rent cheques cleared by $1.37, which is my current balance (sans cheque).
Mint that.

Anyway, I'll have to mooch money for boozing tomorrow night. But I did have a gander at my change collection (terribly exciting I know) and found that I have $263.50. And that's not even including my little "Niglet" who holds all of my smaller coin-age. I have no rollers though.

So fuck.