You spin a genius trade that gets us the Habs' best defensive prospect and frees up a ton of cap space for us.

What do you do next?

You let fan favorite, enforcer, Colton Orr, walk. He signs with Toronto for 4 years, $1 mil per.



And what do you do?



You go out and sign the biggest douchebag in the entire NHL. Yeah, I'm debating on turning the Lundqvist jersey in for a Luongo.

Fuck you Glen Sather. You better trade for Heatley or sign Gaborik and then MAYBE MAYBE I'll think about forgiving this attrocity.

But this is just stupid. It seems it's Sather's M.O. Look, we went out to Gomez and the Devils in 06, we lost to Drury and the Sabres in 07, so what do we do? Sign both of them.

We lose to the Caps in the playoffs this year and what does he do, he signs the guy who did nothing all post season except put a dirty hit on our player. SO THAT'S THE GUY YOU GO AFTER AND SIGN? Not only sign, but overpays.

Sather is a predictable idiot (he does this every year) and a moron when he has cap space to work with. I hope Dolan doesn't let the Rangers turn into the Knicks.




Okay, now I have to think about forgiving him. How about this Slats, you resign all our kids to good deals and I might be inclined to call this season a wash. You got the best scoring free agent, but you also spent too much money on a retard that nobody is going to like in the locker room.

I hope he spends his entire contract in Hartford.

Buy a plane ticket.

Find a place to stay.

Get a ride to the airport.

Get a ride to the Canadian Wonderland.

Buy a suitcase because parent is being a fucking bitch.





Pack clothes.

Get Insurance.

Ship computer and monitor.

Ship my guitar and amplifier.

Set up my Archos for the plane ride.
(Krista, hope you got one for Brian.)

The point of this post is because I can't stand the stupidity of fear mongering and who tries to do it and on such a regular basis. Here's a few commercials and I want to know if you find this as strange/stupid as I do.




Okay, commercial one, touches on basically every type of stereotype there is in cigarette advertising and spins it all into old guy on a respirator and pretty much decaying while he's still alive.

Good commercial. It makes sense, in almost everybody, this is what is going to happen if you're a heavy smoker your entire life. I find this commercial to be a little bit preachy but effective enough to get the point across.



Swimming

This video, also good. It's a first hand account of a guy who used to love to swim but can't now. What's the problem with this one? Nothing. He's got what was coming to him. It's called consequence, I think this is also a good ad.




Now here's the kicker, this one sucks. Why you ask? Because it has NOTHING to do with smoking. But you say, well he's going to miss out on his daughter's wedding day. I say, no. The main concept of this is to say, if you smoke, your daughter will never get married. If I'm wrong, then why go through the trouble of showing the close up of the girl watching the scene? Why go through all the trouble of sleep and make up depriving the girl for a commercial so she (almost) looks in as bad a shape as her smoker of a father?

I'm sorry, but I don't get it. It's one thing for them to advertise adverse effects to smoking, that are common and well known. Little did anyone know, smoking will turn your daughters into un-marryable and dirty people.

This is just another case of New York throwing away tax dollars on a shitty advertising campaign. You've made smoking illegal inside any building, 25 feet in front of any building, you've levied a shitload of extra taxes on cigarettes over the last 5 years, and you still have to advertise that people should quit? Ugh. This. Is. Stupid. I. Hate. The. New. York. State. Government.

Are we really going to miss him?




No.

If I were to tell you my entire life's been building towards this moment would you believe me?

If I were to tell you that I've done things, things that I know would turn out horrible, things that would push me to my limits and to newer depths, just to know I could do them?

I've done nothing but think about moving to Vancouver since before any of you started reading this. I've wanted to move there since I was sixteen and there hasn't been a day in my life where I haven't thought about being there.

Blog or no blog.

But I'll save the blogmance for later. That's right, I just coined my own phrase. Blog + romance = blogmance.

I should get it copyrighted so I get a nickel every time someone says it.

Also, I've decided that I'm going to start posting more photos. I miss the days when I used to. Don't you?

I miss the days when I used to just take pictures. I used to love it, I used to sneak disposable cameras into shows to take pictures. I used to walk all over Fredonia, campus and town. I used to even take pictures of random stupid stuff and I have an entire photo folder named just that.

Responsibility can really destroy all the fun in life can't it?

I'm never going to grow up. I'm going to remember when Toys'R'us was a place you begged your mom to take you. When the ninja turtles and x-men were still amazing cartoons. When you listened to the oldies radio station and they didn't play stuff you grew up on.

When Guns'N'Roses and Metallica didn't suck.

When kissing a girl was still... blech.

When your imagination still ran wild with things that would be given a rating of less than X.

When you played Tony Hawk's Pro Skater and it inspired you to take up the sport?
Or when you dyed your hair blond... boy, those were the days.

Or when your hairline wasn't starting to recede and your mom didn't tell you she hates the way you look with short hair now?


Yeah, those were the days.

Date

11 Jul 09

So this is the Final Countdown.

Yes. It. Is.

Thank Zeus, I don't know if I can handle being here like this, with nothing to do, for much longer.

Yeah, I've gotten some things in order and you know, have gotten to scrub the tub, or plant stuff for my mom in the front of the house, or, you know, sleep in the basement now that she's sleeping in mine.

Yes, the selfish prick that I am.

Anyway, I meant to take pictures of the place. It's gorgeous, it's right on the water of the Erie Canal, called Aqua Vino which, if you haven't heard, is owned/operated by a local, Robert Esche. Why does nobody remember how in '97 he single-handedly got the Flyers past the Rangers into the Cup?!?

Gah. I hated him for a long time, but the restaurant is actually freaking amazing.

The menu has three different sections for meals: there's seafood, there's steak, and there's pasta. That's it. That's more than enough for me thank you.

The best part is the wine. Have I mentioned how I love wine? Anyway, I started drinking wine before the food came out and then, after I started in on the chicken riggies, I really needed something cold, so I ordered a beer and my uncle, mom and step-dad started giving me looks.

wine + beer = fear

At least that's what the guys were relaying to me. I don't get it, I drank them both and I'm fine.

But the more I go out to eat around here the more I realize how much I'm going to miss the food.

I'm going to have to have pizzas/tomato pies/greens/chicken riggies mailed out to me on a monthly weekly daily meal-time basis.

Anyway, someone's getting a little depressed that she doesn't have this exquisite cuisine in her town.

Someone else plans on helping me cook some of these recipes.

Someone else better stock up on wine and plan on gaining a few pounds, again.

This.

These people are here illegally and are being rewarded for getting injured while working illegally...

let's strike a proper metaphor...

If I robbed a bank and a police officer shot me on my way out and I sue the city for being shot... would that make ANY sense at all to you?

No. I'm just so confused by this, as usual, it makes no sense to me as to how you reward someone for doing something illegal and then getting the State to pay for their hospital bills...

shouldn't they need a social security number in order to be awarded this money?

If not, then I don't understand the system of HAVING a social security number in the USA (I guess this is part of the reason why I'm leaving) if it's used for job applications and opening bank accounts and PROVING YOU'RE A CITIZEN OF THE UNITED STATES. Then why is it not required for such payouts?

My point is, fix whatever is broken and pay to have their asses shipped back to whatever country they came from.

But NO. We know they're illegal aliens and we're still going to foot their bills and then GIVE THEM 3 MILLION DOLLARS because their dumb asses weren't qualified to work on a hazardous construction site.

How much you want to be this all happened because they couldn't read the warning signs because they were in English and not Spanish.

Do not pass 'Go' do not collect 200 dollars.


The U.S. Government keeps calling illegal immigration to this country a greater threat than nuclear violence; yet when the case keeps happening, the government keeps rolling over and taking it in the proverbial financial anus.

These people deserve NOTHING, they don't deserve the health care they're getting, they certainly don't deserve a huge financial settlement, and the government of the United States is just proving, again, that it doesn't have the back bone nor testicular fortitude to do what is right and what is LAWFULLY OBLIGATORY.

I honestly have lost all faith in my government. Looks Canada gets a fresh start to abuse it!!

The more I'm here the less I feel I'm going to miss it.

I'll spare further details and just tell you that the tentative plan is to get on a plane July 8th and fly to Seattle.

As for getting all my computer (and golf) stuff out there, I dunno yet, I'm going to have to mail most of it and then bring some for baggage on the plane. I'm just really not thrilled about having to spend an extra $200 to get my stuff out to me.


And that's not including my bass gear, so that will have to wait until either the parents get sick of looking at it or actually feel generous enough to send it to me. They'll claim the second, but it's really the first.

Normally this is the part where I start getting deep and all the things I've appreciated/cherished here over the years, blah blah blah.

Well, I'm not for a reason, I won't miss it. The food, yes. A couple of people, you know who you are. The rest of it, I really fail to care.

Jump out of bed as soon as you hear the alarm clock!!

You may find it useful spending five minutes each morning saying to yourself. "Every day in every way I am getting better and better." Perhaps it is a good idea to start a new day in the right frame of mind.