tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42287938168842923952012-02-12T15:30:17.886-08:00Um...have you guys seen my other shoe?merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.comBlogger2791100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-67045838792780124052011-11-03T14:31:00.000-07:002011-11-03T15:34:16.969-07:00

Ever notice how a lot of times you end up having arguments with people that make no sense? You brace yourself for the reaction to some minor thing and then launch into a counter-offensive that makes no sense (and probably seems as if it is coming out of NOWHERE - good gosh, no wonder X thinks I'm crazy!). Maybe it's about time. Or about appreciation. Or about a mutual friend. Or about

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-82542283190957448882011-10-12T10:24:00.000-07:002011-10-12T10:57:59.659-07:00

I'm not myself lately. It's not an accident, but it's definitely not much fun.The reason I'm not myself lately is because of school. School + my full-time job = no time to be myself. This means no time to go skating. No time to read anything extra-curricular. No time to have fun. No time to really relax. No time to make presents for the people I love. No time to write, good GOD no chance

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-51650937781352126682011-10-05T12:25:00.000-07:002011-10-05T12:41:19.740-07:00

In the wake of the "We Are The 99%" movement the past few weeks, I had been thinking about this a lot anyways. I'd been mulling over the sob-stories on the wearethe99percent, some of which are tragic, but some of which I felt were a bit whiny, and realized that, as much as I agree that the financial system in the United States is an abomination and that the debt-culture is positively

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-78010270998866397852011-09-27T00:29:00.000-07:002011-09-27T01:00:46.353-07:00

It's pathetic that I haven't posted in nearly a year and now that I am, I'm posting a pop song.That said, I am in love with this song. Someone posted a link to it on Twitter the other day and I listened to it half a dozen times. I thought, whatever. ... And then I couldn't get it out of my head for three days. Proceed with Europop-caution.Also, for all you W2TBL folks who read this, this is

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-59181623422104538672010-12-06T10:10:00.000-08:002010-12-06T10:12:11.569-08:00

*this was written late Sunday night...*There are a strange list of things that make me feel completely at ease, and doing the dishes after dinner at my brother's place is one of them.It is probably, perfectly honestly, the dinner itself and being in the presence of Tosh and his wonderful wife that actually put me at ease, but doing the dishes after dinner at his place (after he's told me not

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-57923973673554790152010-11-09T00:32:00.000-08:002010-11-09T00:33:48.209-08:00

**Again my apologies in advance for the layout; blame the iPhoniness...*I'm going to admit to something I shouldn't in a public forum: I ADORE one of my profs. Far more than I should. I could try to justify this in some semblance of a rational manner, but what's the point? It is simply one of those cases of my meeting someone to whom I cannot help saying: "You. Yes, YOU. We need to be

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-72841152432177836512010-10-31T01:52:00.000-07:002010-10-31T02:07:20.574-07:00

A few months ago a friend of mine hooked me up with a job doing guest services for the Abbotsford Heat. What can I say? I get paid to check tickets and watch hockey. (I'm sorry, this is a JOB? What?) In any case, because I work weeknights at my other job, I can only really work the Heat's Saturday games (so about 1/4 of their home games). Tonight was my second night.The Heat won 4-2, but the

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-48655897584410674832010-10-23T15:13:00.000-07:002010-10-23T16:35:06.437-07:00

Back in the day ('the day' being any given Sunday in the 1997 to 2002ish span), we used to tease these two brothers in my church youth group about being from 'Africa.' Not actual Africa, we (my church and all of the members of its congregation) were WAY to P.C. for that. These brothers lived in Russell, Ontario... which you have never heard of. (Don't lie, you've never heard of it.)Russell is

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-84372674097160315022010-09-19T17:56:00.000-07:002010-09-19T19:23:05.548-07:00

I went to Church today. Which is not a big thing, except that I am pretty comfortably atheist, so going to Church is always an interesting adventure for me. It was actually pretty wonderful. My church isn't a Christian church per se, it's Unitarian Universalist, which is sort of like if the United Nations had a church... Or as someone else put it, a church that believes that all religions have

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-50106147595256459902010-09-07T10:26:00.000-07:002010-09-07T11:27:20.445-07:00

I spent the weekend working guest services -- over 24 hours of work in two days after working full-time all week -- for the Live at Squamish music festival. My job was to help all the VIPs and media whosits (and a few bands) find their respective wranglers and parking if they needed it. Pretty dope job, frankly. Essentially I was paid to stand around and tell people where to park, who to talk

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-13456366050787670652010-09-02T15:06:00.000-07:002010-09-02T16:57:03.090-07:00

I've been absent for MONTHS. I wish I had a good excuse, but really the biggest reason is that I've had nothing much to say. I'm not saying that I have anything particularly interesting to say NOW, just that so many things have been swimming through my head lately, and I need to get a few of them out somewhere, so I may be turning to this blog again.Mostly I've been reading a lot, which is

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-41010179847163633992010-05-21T03:36:00.000-07:002010-05-21T04:37:30.905-07:00

**For some reason, I was at work tonight, missing this blog like nothing else.Maybe I miss having people read things I write.Maybe I miss the people I've met writing this blog (and W2TBL).Or maybe, just maybe, I miss the actual act of writing.I haven't written anything I felt is worthwhile in a long time. I've been so wrapped up in living life lately, in the daily grind of my job and my flat and

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-82982085395478642182010-03-09T01:05:00.000-08:002010-03-09T01:08:03.899-08:00

I miss you more than makes sense.

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-23687018099466596432010-01-01T00:01:00.000-08:002010-09-19T20:21:31.005-07:00

Books I've read this year. Roughly in order. Sort of. When I remember to write them down. Will be updated sporadically.The entire 'Sword of Truth' series (12 books) - Terry GoodkindOpen Ice - Jack FallaRossum's Universal Robots - Karl CapekBlades of Glory - John RosengrenBaby Proof - Emily GiffinSomething Borrowed - Emily GiffinThe Wisdom of Whores - Elizabeth PisaniRansom My Heart - Meg

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-84746367463927286232009-12-25T00:01:00.000-08:002009-12-25T00:01:05.663-08:00

merry christmas everyone!(or whatever winter holiday you're celebrating)

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-23470434502206080342009-10-28T01:36:00.000-07:002009-10-28T01:37:33.068-07:00

Mer entered this contest thinga. She had to write 500 words. (Whatever, took 10 minutes... okay it actually took 3 hours, but whatever.) She's writing in the third person (can you tell she's tired?)VOTE HERE!I'm going to be honest: it's not the best thing I've ever written. I can name a chapter of my book that's better. I can also name Peachy posts that are better. But they were not 500 words

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-53970291416808668602009-10-17T00:45:00.000-07:002009-10-17T01:14:20.552-07:00

This began as a letter to someone specific. I'm sorry if it seems to begin rather abruptly.My ears are ringing from the concert not because it was that loud, but because it resonated somewhat deeply within me. Garnet Rogers played the one song I REALLY wanted him to play and I was ever so grateful.On my way home and there are all these kids on my bus. I just want to hug them and throttle them

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-64220566284412813372009-10-12T06:00:00.000-07:002009-10-12T06:00:00.282-07:00

What do you get when you mix Run DMC, Nirvana, Michael Jackson, The Beastie Boys, and Andrew WK? You get four mash-ups of varying levels of awesomeness.Run DMC vs. NirvanaNirvana vs. Michael JacksonMichael Jackson vs. The Beastie BoysThe Beastie Boys vs. Andrew WK(a.k.a. The Best Non-Glee Mash-Up of All Time)

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-44335985882847954432009-10-11T15:28:00.000-07:002009-10-11T15:41:21.728-07:00

So this guy I went to high school with used to slap my ass every time he walked by me in the hall. It wasn't harassment, mostly because I started it. In any case, a year after our little tradition started, this song was released and we had a song. Our song. Even though we were never anything but friends.Hey Wenuk?I miss those days. If you ever see me in a club someplace, don't be a stranger

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-6458765012909746902009-10-04T02:43:00.000-07:002009-10-10T23:13:53.033-07:00

Love's a funny thing.Sometimes you think you have it all figured out. Then, something happens and you remember that love isn't just what you're feeling; it's not a solitary emotion. At its least powerful it still requires two parties, even if one of them is completely oblivious. You can love someone dearly, but it doesn't feel complete (it's not powerful enough to break a hole in the universe)

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-91912475216537199572009-09-28T01:38:00.000-07:002009-09-28T01:50:00.929-07:00

Hey all!We're moving. As in blog-moving. Check it out!lovelovelove,Kylie & Mer

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-62903006015117094242009-09-17T13:50:00.000-07:002009-09-17T13:57:31.664-07:00

I can't remember where I found this, but it makes me cry laughing. If you made it, you're a genius.Dear Douche-Bag-Dany,You stuck-up, self-absorbed douche-bag. I have two choice words for you; you can use your limited imagination and figure out which ones they are. (Hint: they rhyme with 'Duck poo')Have fun in California princess,MerOn the bright side, only 15 days until the Dany-free Senators

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-72151067963100547412009-09-15T14:19:00.000-07:002009-09-15T15:14:28.843-07:00

It's seventeen days until the beginning of the hockey season! You know what that means, right?Or do you?You might think you know, but I'll bet you're wrong. Unless you think it's...VALERY KHARLAMOV DAYS!!!This is when I expect anyone born after 1985 to go, "Um, who?" And you're kind of (totally) justified, since Val died in 1981. If you want to know all about him in that ye-old-bio-and-stats

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-83920450801446290982009-09-13T23:45:00.000-07:002009-09-14T01:13:35.160-07:00

It is Jason Spezza Daysuntil the beginning of the hockey season!Hello, Adorable!I am feeling insanely lazy, so y'all can read all about him here. It occured to me today, during a conversation with a friend of mine, that I really must seem like I'm all about the Pittsburgh Penguins. While I love them dearly, and I am utterly infatuated with Kristopher Letang, this idea that the Penguins come

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-40086969259426239772009-09-13T16:57:00.001-07:002009-09-13T18:07:14.302-07:00

Sorry I'm a little late with Colby Armstrong Days. I spent day number 20 of our summer countdown working in the not-so-lovely City of Philadelphia. While I was there, I learned a few important things.1) Philadelphia smells like a sewer. Or maybe it's Scott Hartnell.2) I love accents, but I hate a Philadelphia accent.3) It is not always sunny in Philadelphia.4) Philly cheesesteaks are pretty good.

Kylienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-67164624899911098762009-09-11T08:00:00.000-07:002009-09-11T08:08:58.821-07:00

By the time you read this, I will be on my way to the land of leadership and cheesesteaks. I hope I survive....Three weeks. 21 days. There is ice at Mellon Arena. We're actually going to make it through this Stanley Cup summer without dying from hockey withdrawal. I'm really proud of us. I myself didn't know if I could do it. Brooks Laich is proud of us, too. -Born June 23, 1983 in Wawota,

Kylienoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-21106062108755133002009-09-10T12:39:00.000-07:002009-09-10T13:41:53.561-07:00

As the world gets bigger and faster and people travel more and connect in heretofore unimagined ways (Did anyone in scifi ever invent Twitter? Seriously?) I think it's interesting that we've begun to shrink as a society again. You can only expand so far before everything begins to contract (or implode) again. This time, it's interesting because it's networking that has been the focus of these

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-86639931654593582102009-09-07T19:30:00.000-07:002009-09-07T19:39:30.239-07:00

Am I about to bastardize a Shakespearean metaphor for the purposes of making some lame-ass hockey analogy? Oh, you bet I am. "...she that from whomWe all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again (And by that destiny) to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, In yours and my discharge."What's past is prologue. Story of my life, and of a lot of people's lives, I expect.

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-45461728356303730962009-09-07T10:58:00.000-07:002009-09-07T11:38:42.892-07:00

In honour of Maxime Talbot Days, we have something a little different, because, well, Max is a little different. And because he always listens when we write him little love-notes during games daring him to score, we figured why not write him some pseudo-fan-mail? We know he's on vacay, but hey, who doesn't love getting fan mail?Cher Maxime,You know you're the shit. We don't have to tell you

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-69545866987479296812009-09-05T06:00:00.000-07:002009-09-05T06:00:00.396-07:00

I have to work all weekend, so we have a guest poster today. Big thanks to Erika for helping me continue the summer feature!There are 27 Days left till the start of the season.And you know what that means!Craig Adams was born April 26, 1977 in Seria, Brunei, but was raised in Calgary, Alberta. He graduated from Harvard in 1999. He was drafted 223rd overall by the Hartford Whalers in 1996, giving

Kylienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-14373739830906301102009-09-04T09:00:00.000-07:002009-09-04T10:13:22.194-07:00

I can't believe we are 28 days away from the start of the season. It almost doesn't seem possible. Training camp opens next weekend and the puck will drop on the first pre-season game in two weeks - it's almost hockey time!I am often asked who my favorite Penguin is. My typical response is, "Like a mother, I can't choose a favorite - I love them all equally." However, if I were forced to choose,

Kylienoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-86180549296738924732009-09-03T11:00:00.000-07:002009-09-03T11:06:41.195-07:00

Well, folks, we've hit another milestone! We are officially less than one month away from the start of the 2009-10 season. The summer goes by just a little bit faster when Lord Stanley comes to party. 29 days away can only mean one thing....MARC-ANDRE FLEURY DAYSDrafted out of the QMJHL first OA by the Penguins in the 2003 NHL Entry Draft, Flower played four seasons with the Cape Breton Screaming

Kylienoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-158604940717046922009-08-29T16:00:00.000-07:002009-08-29T16:59:10.179-07:00

The hockey withdrawal was eased just a little by the Red vs. White Hockey Canada scrimmage. Then again, it was sent into overdrive by the tease this game provided. It was like providing a delicious morsel of sugar to a diabetic - we were left wanting more. Thankfully, there are only Miikka Kiprusoff Days until the puck finally drops on another 82 games of beautiful action.If you've been paying

Kylienoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-67348167079629731102009-08-27T09:15:00.000-07:002009-08-27T09:24:39.015-07:00

Cher Montréal,Je t’aime fort. Pour toujours.l’amour fou,Merise

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-51418017490361330982009-08-26T10:40:00.000-07:002009-08-26T10:51:44.559-07:00

I apologize if today's post takes a long time to load. I love this man, so there's lots of picture and video spam for your viewing pleasure...I have been waiting for today since we started this little project with 99 days until the start of the 2009-10 season. I write today's post with a huge smile on my face as I bring to you my favorite Chicago Blackhawk and second favorite resident of

Kylienoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-23811275402217847032009-08-20T12:35:00.000-07:002009-08-20T13:00:07.039-07:00

FridayMy god-mummy's garden. Lovelovelove.Got invited to see her in Halifax next summer. I am so there.SaturdayM.'s wedding. Lovely.SundaySummer in Toronto is REAL summer, non of this 20C weather, it was a good 37C... after the thunderstorm... without the humidex. Stick. Sweat. Ewwwww. LOVE!MondayPoetry about a hockey player. Not the game, about Terry Sawchuck.Only in

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-66884243225579925212009-08-19T12:00:00.000-07:002009-08-19T12:11:51.464-07:00

Today's man of the hour needs no introduction. In my humble opinion, he is one of the scariest men in hockey and I am darn glad he plays for the Pens. I have been face-to-face with him and I'm pretty sure he burned a hole in my soul with those laser eyes of his. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, Brooks Orpik Days!Brooks was born on September 26, 1980 in San Fransisco, California and was the

Kylienoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-43936387277325354462009-08-15T04:00:00.000-07:002009-08-15T04:00:02.761-07:00

The hockey withdrawal has been really bad lately. I think going to the Hockey Hall of Fame threw it into overdrive. Then, the motivational seminar I went to was at Mellon Arena - it was torture. At one point, "The Hey Song" came blarring from the heavens and I couldn't help but smile. I closed my eyes and pretended that the Pens had just scored. Am I happy that we are only 48 days from the start

Kylienoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-45891714432751816102009-08-12T19:12:00.000-07:002009-08-12T20:43:15.429-07:00

My trip so far... in pictures. Somewhat random pictures that, hilariously enough, sum up the most important parts of this adventure so far.Thursday(okay, sue me, it was 2 a.m. Friday morning, but I hadn't slept so it still felt like Thursday)There has been a LOT of Tim Hortons...FridayI am not sure why, but I love this photo so damn much.SaturdayThis pretty much sums up our entire friendship in

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-18723936588257256582009-08-12T17:00:00.000-07:002009-08-12T17:13:44.190-07:00

I have a guilty pleasure and his name is Valtteri Filppula. As if it weren't enough for me to love Mike Green, I have a penchant for another man in red. There are 51 days until the beautiful game returns. You know what that means....Happy Valtteri Filppula Days!Special thanks to Deets for being super clutch and helping me with today's post. I woke up to all of this beauty in my inbox this morning

Kylienoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-43219215429839506802009-08-12T07:00:00.000-07:002009-08-12T08:35:42.846-07:00

Sorry this is a little late. Between spending a glorious weekend in Toronto with some of my very favorite people, and being forced by my boss to attend a "motivational seminar," my time to post has be quite limited...We are 52 days away from the start of the 2009-10 season. WOOOOOOOOOO!! You know what that means - it's Mike Green Days! As if I ever need a reason to talk about my favorite

Kylienoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-44657193687439280412009-08-09T18:50:00.000-07:002009-08-09T19:04:09.038-07:00

Courtesy of the Buffalo Police Department and the Erie County Detention CenterSeriously? Is this real life?We were supposed to be in Buffalo this weekend... this is what happens when the Gong Show Girls aren't around to keep Patty occupied. And people thought we were the bad influence?

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-46735618924014933722009-08-08T09:00:00.000-07:002009-08-08T09:00:00.447-07:00

Summer is going a lot faster than I thought it would. I must say, I am very happy about that! With 55 days left until the my life is worth living again, I present to you, Сергей Викторович Гончар Days!Gonch was the 1st round pick, 14th OA, of the Washington Capitals in the 1992 NHL Entry Draft. He made his NHL debut with the Capitals on February 7, 1995 against the Buffalo Sabres.On March 3, 2004

Kylienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-27576377513875300202009-08-07T04:00:00.000-07:002009-08-07T04:00:05.419-07:00

Well, well, well! It's Sidney Crosby's birthday!Our Captain is another year older, wiser and awesome-er.Without further ado...Ok, let's try this again.I got to spend the day with Lord Stanley on my birthday, and so does Mr. Crosby!Happy Birthday, Sid!

Kylienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-11346605697543254812009-08-06T13:23:00.000-07:002009-08-06T13:45:22.789-07:00

In exactly 21 hours, my flight is scheduled to land at Pearson International. Y'all know how I like to contemplate the universe when I travel... prepare yourselves for this escapade out east. I am going to be out east for who knows how long. I have a one way ticket to Toronto, and people to see in Toronto, Kitchener, Hamilton, Ottawa, Wellington (don't worry, it's tiny, you're not supposed to

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-21407201463271172222009-08-05T07:00:00.000-07:002009-08-05T07:58:20.171-07:00

I began today's post last night before I had heard about the tragic shooting in Pittsburgh. Our thoughts and prayers go out to the families and individuals affected by yesterday's senseless violence. It really is too much to process at this point. I get to see some of my very favorite people on Friday and I can't wait to hug them just a little tighter and a little longer than I normally would....

Kylienoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-32485110044701173532009-08-03T09:48:00.000-07:002009-08-03T11:37:15.257-07:00

We always knew that Quebec was like a little piece of Europe in North America, but I think we all kind of assumed that Quebec was kind of like France's retarded little hick cousin, and not Sweden's long-lost ideological twin.Because, you know, Quebec was oh-so-politically-moderate when they had those two referenda in 1980 and 1995 to separate from Canada... and when the FLQ kidnapped and killed a

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-62302024475598323402009-08-02T00:01:00.000-07:002009-08-02T00:25:34.764-07:00

I went all of two days without blogging and it feels like I cut off an appendage. I need an outlet for my silliness. And for hockey ranting and predictions and stupid bets with the universe. And for doing silly things for people when they are having bad days. Particularly my lovelies, one of whom is having a bad day today (well, yesterday, but I hava funny feeling things won't be 100%, or

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-85869790785665634942009-07-30T01:00:00.000-07:002009-07-30T01:18:41.025-07:00

I shouldn't post this, but I am going to, because it would be incredibly out of character for me not to.This will be my last peachy post. Someone told me today to grow up. She told me a whole lot of other things too, things that, for the most part, made me want to tell her to get bent, but she was right about me needing to 'grow up'. Although 'grow up' might be the wrong words for someone

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-14657704489429118142009-07-28T00:01:00.000-07:002009-07-28T00:24:26.061-07:00

So I was sorting through Drafts that never got published and stumbled across this. I seriously could have sworn I published this. Clearly, I am delusional. But when you figure out when it was written, you will understand why my brain wasn't completely with it...June 10th, 2009 - 1 a.m. ishSo, if y'all pay attention, you know I had to work tonight.See, thing is, I work in the prep kitchen of a

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-88596448621991698062009-07-27T00:18:00.001-07:002009-07-27T01:08:01.846-07:00

Fanfic. I loathe it (most of it, there are a few rare exceptions), but it's like the crack-cocaine of the internet, or reality TV, or a 23 car pile up: you know you shouldn't stare, but YOU CANNOT LOOK AWAY. That said, I still read it. Even though it's mostly awful and disappointing and leaves me with a sour taste (not unlike arsenic) in my mouth mostly because, even though I ought to know

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-21298404468939635992009-07-25T22:56:00.000-07:002009-07-25T23:00:06.356-07:00

You better be the type of guy who can do this and love it.Because this is the kind of wedding I want.Screw traditional. Screw girly.Screw the fairytale princess B.S.I want a gong show wedding, complete with a fabulous dancing wedding party.Prepare your groomsmen...

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-91548616953641266312009-07-23T23:33:00.001-07:002009-07-24T00:49:03.688-07:00

NCAA football is like the Canadian junior hockey of American college athletics. It's the sport everyone cares about. They are the teams people follow if they don't have a pro franchise in their hometown.You have your Division I schools (sort of like the CHL) who are just about the best you can get. If you play Div I (and you don't screw up by drinking too much or flunking out or getting

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-17206808304743800402009-07-23T10:53:00.000-07:002009-07-23T10:54:16.114-07:00

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-6773252432100815962009-07-23T00:01:00.000-07:002009-07-23T06:08:19.297-07:00

My dearest, favouritest Russian,Thank you for taking your rightful place in Valhalla with the other hockey deities. The third round of the playoffs... that was something else. That was what dreams and blingee are made of. I am proud to be able to say that the first piece of NHL apparel I ever purchased was your t-shirt that seems to be lucky since you make incredible plays (either amazing

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-20255079412548466392009-07-21T23:15:00.000-07:002009-07-21T23:15:51.637-07:00

Indeed... the title of the post is the tagline on adverts on the buses in Van for this one cell phone service provider. Well, Telus, I think you're full of fail. Time on the bus isn't even downtime, it's nothingtime. It's let-your-mind-go-gloriously-blank-on-the-way-to-work-because-it's-far-too-early-to-be-awake time.Bus-time is not downtime. Downtime, real downtime, is sacred. So much so,

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-7786107233868594472009-07-18T13:49:00.000-07:002009-07-18T13:52:06.065-07:00

Then again, in 1991, fluorescent was in...

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-76417359754962598502009-07-17T23:33:00.000-07:002009-07-18T11:16:41.171-07:00

Yes, Kristopher, you do live in a dream.So the interview that links to is in French. It's shocking how much smarter Kristopher Letang sounds in French. It's like he plays dumb for the fans in Pittsburgh, and when he gets home he lets himself be all eloquent again... and as much as he's adorable as sin on KDKA, I like him better on Radio-Canada. (For those of you unfamiliar with Canadian

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-22669878550842380672009-07-17T05:43:00.001-07:002009-07-17T05:47:44.444-07:00

Will this ever get old?I hope not.

Kylienoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-91334106840522191762009-07-17T02:04:00.000-07:002009-07-17T02:33:50.382-07:00

I am about to ruin your day. Sorry.According to an official inquiry in the matter, the Avangard Omsk doctors aren't to blame for Alexei Cherepanov's death last fall. You can read the full story here. An autopsy revealed he had myocarditis. The article freaks me out a bit. Mostly this one part:"...doctors had no way of knowing about Cherepanov's condition, according to the statement - which

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-44167878215904125032009-07-15T13:43:00.000-07:002009-07-15T23:37:11.355-07:00

Cher Kristopher et Maxime,My favourite boys... My belated congratulations on winning the Stanley Cup! I knew you would do it (not could, would). After the 2008 loss to Detroit, all I wanted was a re-match. Redemption. I never gave up believing that you would make it back to the Cup final. And you did. And so did they. And I got the rematch I wanted, but never really believed I would

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-89520547413541323292009-07-15T07:54:00.000-07:002009-07-15T07:59:21.545-07:00

Happy Birthday TK... we'd sing to you, too, if you weren't in the Soo...

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-73750061965021109172009-07-13T19:37:00.000-07:002009-07-13T19:40:48.491-07:00

For once, Hitler and I are on the same page.

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-14483803357637639442009-07-12T09:55:00.001-07:002009-07-12T09:55:35.735-07:00

Mikey, it really is so easy to love you....and mock you incessantly. Well, well, well! It seems as though my favorite man in Scarlet has been invited to Canada's 2010 Olympic men's hockey team orientation camp. I am so proud! I am also well aware that he's going to have to work his cute lil behind off to make the the Olympic team. He'll have some stiff competition from the likes of Jay

Kylienoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-54893489832556925152009-07-10T23:23:00.000-07:002009-07-11T00:18:00.499-07:00

I'm thinking this might be a fun project, this defining-things-the-way-my-brain-does thing... so I may do this for a bit because I'm amusing myself thinking of things. Also I had a dream last night that involved a slightly epic house party, keg-stands, the police being called and Max Talbot and I jumping off a roof into a pool (no, not Mario's). Woke up laughing. Best start to a day so far

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-47520443048448055512009-07-09T23:31:00.000-07:002009-07-09T23:39:17.312-07:00

jailbait: n. Taylor Launter.This child should not be allowed to exist. Fer serious. He shares a birthday with Max Talbot. Read into that in whatever way you wish. We are SO on Team Jacob...

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-15284886579513500492009-07-09T13:05:00.000-07:002009-07-09T13:11:43.578-07:00

Out of 300 million people, some of them have to be idiots... (thankfully none of the ones I know)Best part @ 5:17. Waaaiiittt foooor iiiiit.... Dear Child, I love you. lovelovelove, MerNo joke. This was a segment on 'This Hour Has 22 Minutes' and then on 'The Rick Mercer Show'. For a long time. Youtube him.

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-49777856776743946352009-07-07T09:00:00.000-07:002009-07-08T08:28:44.290-07:00

Happy Sidney Crosby Days! We are now 87 days away from the start of the 2009-2010 season. I'm getting excited already! It's going to be a long summer, fer sher.Since we already know how fabulous our Captain is, we're not going to bore you with stats that have been reiterated throughout each every season in which Sidney Crosby has been in the NHL. So, sit back and enjoy the beauty and wonder of

Kylienoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-70800046127449192432009-07-06T14:00:00.000-07:002009-07-06T14:00:00.780-07:00

We are Patrick Kane days away from the start of the 2009-2010 NHL season. So far, I'd have to say it's going pretty fast. I'm sure within the next week or so, the hockey withdrawal will hit and I'll once again have the NHL Network on 24 hours a day, just to hear the sound of skate blades cutting into the ice.Since we are 88 days away from the puck dropping on yet another season, it is time we

Kylienoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-32471054211077057842009-07-06T09:05:00.000-07:002009-07-06T10:31:14.946-07:00

Lesson #1 Empathize with your ememy.Lesson #2 Rationality will not save us.Lesson #3 There's something beyond oneself.Lesson #4 Maximize efficiency.Lesson #5 Proportionality should be a guideline in war.Lesson #6 Get the data.Lesson #7 Belief and seeing are both often wrong.Lesson #8 Be prepared to re-examine your reasoning.Lesson #9 To do good you may need to engage in evil.Lesson #10 NEVER SAY

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-76498072576558942122009-07-04T03:58:00.001-07:002009-07-04T11:34:08.594-07:00

This was supposed to be a post dedicated to the American Hero; I had been planning it for weeks. On Thursday, that all went to shit. I will remember July 2, 2009 for the rest of my life, just like I will remember where I was and what I was doing on February 26, 2008. I'm sure you could argue that I still should have done my post. You're right, I could have, theoretically. However, I'm not. It

Kylienoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-57836961745442030732009-07-03T00:17:00.000-07:002009-07-03T02:43:51.859-07:00

I agreed to cover my friend's shift so he could go back to Kentucky for the week. When he said 'next Friday' last week, it didn't really click that he meant July 3rd. In my brain, the rat's nest that she is, there was an extra week added in there before I was supposed to escape Van.Not so much.By the time I realized my mistake, he had his plane ticket and I'm stuck with his shift. And the one

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-85814857180917116122009-07-02T10:45:00.000-07:002009-07-02T11:03:07.327-07:00

You're drinking beers with friends,laughing your ass off trying to forget that Ray Shero hasn't signed Scuderi yet.(WHAT IS STOPPING HIM???)You go up to the bar to order another pitcher of Keith's.That's when it happens.Someone slips their arm around your waist.You are nowhere where you expect such a thing.You do not know anyone in this town well enough for them to do that."You look like you need

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-24204116318011301942009-07-02T05:58:00.000-07:002009-07-02T09:56:28.457-07:00

Ok, between jobs and school work and life, we've kind of dropped the ball on our summer feature. There are now 92 days before the start of the season, which means, we missed Wayne Gretzky Days. Sorry about that.Have no fear! Once it gets rolling, I promise, the summer feature will be in full-swing and we'll deliver the goods.We promised you Wayne Gretzky, so here he is.The Great One has his own

Kylienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-14267709384674039942009-07-01T23:56:00.002-07:002009-07-02T02:14:35.952-07:00

Today was Canada Day. And the beginning of NHL Free Agency. It gave me headache. Marian Ho$$a, in particular, gave me a headache. So I went to the beach and lay in the sun for about 5 hours. Unfortunately, that also gave me a headache. Then fireworks, which I love. But also gave me a bit of a headache. Mostly, today was just fated to be one big long headache.Dany Heatley is still giving

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-3118271742459529952009-07-01T04:08:00.000-07:002009-07-01T04:23:41.712-07:00

Was feeling all happy-Pens-Cup-win tonight. No real reason. Mostly a knee-jerk reaction to Free-Agency Day later today. Cling to happy things. CLING TO HAPPY THINGS!!!The severity of Dany Heatley leaving Ottawa is finally beginning to sink in. It feels atrocious. Like someone is dying. Seriously. I would know. The country decided to give us the day off to mourn this horrific event...

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-61045891165772610122009-07-01T00:04:00.000-07:002009-07-01T00:08:51.553-07:00

At least, the moment MER knew the Pens were going to win the Cup...Still not over this... sorry ;)

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-64004315583992609352009-06-26T15:10:00.000-07:002009-06-26T16:29:35.336-07:00

NUMBER ONE!!!Congratulations Johnny!!!It's been a long time coming...

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-48788840622101788402009-06-24T12:53:00.000-07:002009-06-24T13:16:23.164-07:00

This shouldn't even be a freaking discussion. Even if Casey Pierro-Zabotel beat Tavares in scoring in the CHL this year. Even if the most stunning season of JT's junior career was the 2006-2007 season when he beat Gretzky's record for scoring as a 16 year-old. Even if Victor Hedman had had a better season.The draft is in two days. This is... well, okay this year Draft Day is not in the top 10

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-20829523414467465582009-06-23T09:48:00.000-07:002009-06-23T10:23:45.457-07:00

The off-season is the worst season, so here at Peachy, we've decided to help the summer go by a little faster. We'll be counting down the days until the NHL season opens the only way insane hockey lovers can. We will be profiling our favorite boys until the puck drops on October 2, 2009.We're going to begin with 99 days until the season starts with The Great One himself, Wayne Gretzky. After that

Kylienoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-56246137062587827852009-06-22T08:28:00.000-07:002009-06-22T10:18:28.450-07:00

You think I'm lying? I have the pictures to prove it...The City of Pittsburgh knows how much I love it, so the ever lovely Mayor Luke Ravenstahl threw me a parade for my birthday. Lukey also knows how much I love the Pens, so he invited them, too. Isn't he sweet?!It already would have been the best birthday ever if only Sid had shown up, but he's a sweetheart and brought along Marc-Andre Fleury

Kylienoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-4304820072451367812009-06-21T03:49:00.001-07:002009-06-21T04:37:19.717-07:00

This is what I come home to. Seriously. My room-mate isn't kidding either; her gun is just kind of there on the floor...There are things in this life that make you feel safe, that remind you that there is some order in the universe. Taxes are one of those things. Christmas is another. (That gun on the floor is not.)That fifty-four year-old bottle-blonde Denny's waitress on the overnight

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-45596641424039333312009-06-20T13:59:00.000-07:002009-06-20T14:02:08.622-07:00

Intro to the best hockey game of 2009.(Sorry to my Baby Team Canada boys, but the Pens don't win the Cup every yearand that whole five-year winning streak at the WJC is spoiling me rotten just a little.)

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-54336186552849959302009-06-19T12:05:00.000-07:002009-06-19T12:34:44.707-07:00

You knew it was coming, but it's still beautiful. Tear City

Kylienoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-28514014287648504312009-06-19T07:01:00.000-07:002009-06-19T08:14:02.377-07:00

I had planned on doing a Following the Faux Hawk summer feature as soon as my Stanley Cup Champion Pittsburgh Penguins eliminated the Washington Capitals on May 13. I haven't had too much luck. Turns out, my favorite Calagarian is either a) not very interesting; or b) no one cares. I'm going with the former, beceause clearly, I care!One would think that setting up a Google Alert for Mike Green,

Kylienoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-10861879999558974042009-06-19T00:24:00.001-07:002009-06-19T00:32:58.395-07:00

Like the Puck Huffers PSR t-shirt contest.Apparently climbing a mountain is enough to win.Gotta love British Columbia... mostly because this was taken about 10 km from my house.In my defence, I did have to climb up a mountain in order to take this photo.

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-2875648649173446232009-06-18T09:05:00.000-07:002009-06-18T09:11:07.356-07:00

Yes, but we have a second and third line too.And we have Max Talbot, the most clutch man in hockey.And we have the Stanley Cup.(Sorry Deets, really.)

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-17291925721138053092009-06-17T01:03:00.000-07:002009-06-17T01:15:45.070-07:00

I cannot wait for September 16th.

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-72617959695581175692009-06-16T00:01:00.000-07:002009-06-16T00:04:19.638-07:00

Do you see nowhow much more poetic ideas are when they aren't a poem?I had to make a decision the other dayIt was either do art or be artI can paint a canvas beautifulBut can I myself justice?I hope that some day I can honestly say,that my life is my favourite work of art.- AnyaI miss you, baby girl.Like you would never believe.

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-18571217604813002922009-06-15T00:01:00.000-07:002009-06-15T00:01:06.249-07:00

Dear Kylie,We heard it was your birthday so we decided to throw you a parade! A really big one. Thousands of people are coming out for it. And a few of your friends are coming in from out of town to celebrate with you. Oh, and GUESS WHAT? We got the Pittsburgh Penguins to be in it! And you know that big mug you wanted for you birthday? WE GOT THAT TOO!!! Don't we rock? Do you love us?

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-54392429297483715612009-06-14T08:11:00.001-07:002009-06-14T20:00:49.904-07:00

2009 Stanley Cup Champions. Unreal. This season has been legendary. A coaching change, the trades, the struggles, the triumphs; this season was better than a Hollywood movie. As long as the hockey season is, each one feels like a lifetime. So much can happen in 82 regular season and 24 playoff games. Anything from injuries to personnel shake-ups can change the the course of a season from

Kylienoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-70204812469519768062009-06-12T23:20:00.000-07:002009-06-12T23:59:31.661-07:00

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-89016159314753949952009-06-12T20:00:00.000-07:002009-06-12T20:23:47.798-07:00

If today isn't the greatest day you've ever known, you better have a pretty cute kid or have a million dollars from those lottery winnings you plan on sharing with us.

merhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03052994699752235654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-13997404095283048102009-06-12T06:23:00.000-07:002009-06-12T06:36:19.242-07:00

It all comes down to tonight: the blood, the sweat, the tears, the coaching change, the trades. All of it comes down to 60 minutes (hopefully not more). Lord Stanley's Cup will polished and skated around Joe Louis Arena tonight. Tomorrow, we will be without hockey for four long months. We will be left to watch re-broadcasts of playoff games on the NHL Network until it all begins again in

Kylienoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4228793816884292395.post-2828552786800877732009-06-12T00:01:00.000-07:002009-06-12T06:39:10.476-07:00

CBC is our broadcasting deity.This is why.This is why, going into Game 1 of this series, we knew that this is our year. Because CBC decided to begin the series to the tune of Coldplay's The Scientist. Because Coldplay is forever associated with Tom Percival, and Tom Percival is our make-believe Sidney Crosby. Because we cannot, for the life of us, separate fiction from reality. So when CBC

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Admittedly, it's not nearly as epic as Martin Luther King's, but for me it's pretty much the bee's knees as dreams go this week.Game 7I am at work (that's realistic at least) watching on the big screen (also realistic)...1-1 tie until the dying moments of the 3rd.Then, the messiest play of the series...and Dupuis scores.Or is it Fedotenko?No one knows.No one cares.Pittsburgh erupts like Vesuvius

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WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!Tonight was the greatest night of 2009. So far.Friday's going to blow it out of the water.Friday.Oh man!I'm sorry, is there anything else that needs to be said?Is there anything else that CAN be said?

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My dearest Pittsburgh Penguins,It's do or die tonight. Again.We lose tonight, we lose the Cup. Again.We watch them raise it in our house. Again.Which is why it won't happen.I know this because I can see it in your eyes. It's a little shakey, but it's there. That resolve. That dream. That fear that it won't come true.You can dream about anything you like, but in every person's life there

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but...wha??I DON'T understand... WTF???must you forsake me thus?I have to stop. Fer serious.From a post on February 20th: Scenario #1. Ottawa's front office trades someone to Calgary for Dion Phaneuf. (BAHAHAHAHA!!!) Her Royal Puckness Elisha Cuthbert completes the trifecta of blonde bunnies chilling rink-side at Scotiabank Place like it's the new Playboy Mansion... Oh, and the Sens get a

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So, back in the dark ages when I was a competitive rower, our coaches used to make us write out these race plans for erg competitions. You don't need to know what an erg is. You just have to know it's an evil bastard of a machine that we did our winter training on, and that when we raced, it was usually so hard we made ourselves sick. In hockey-speak, it's like when Herb Brooks makes the US

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