The Modern Log

Because Emma is one of my few real American heroes, I too vow to post every day in November for NaBloPoMo (I did try this on my own in October, but as you see, I fell off.) I am not armed with hints for smart and interesting ideas, but rather my own sad mind. So [...]

In other news, I posted over at MOG about my current “Wolf Like Me” mania, and I posted another something in a secret place. Well, I can’t give it all away here, loves. But if you know about the secret place and want to hear a really stupid story, there’s two entries waiting.

And the curse lifts.
I don’t believe in big bad sports curses, the kind that are supposed to explain decades of losses. I do, however, believe I may be a jinx. True fact: Of all the Rangers games that I’d been to with Dollie (quite a few), only one was a win. And we’d gone with [...]

I don’t know how regular sports fans do it. Saturday night destroyed me. Two hellish losses. Ugh.
Another hockey night tomorrow. Wish us luck. Please. It’s the Devils, and I just can’t stand all the New Jersey fans in the stands. Punches may be thrown. I am a sore loser.
Yesterday I didn’t leave the house (A [...]

I just saw the single most disturbing commercial ever. All you need to know is this quote:
Honey, why is Peter Forsberg in our bed?
UGH! Of all the hockey players in the world. I mean, really. What a nightmare.

Today was a big bag of butt. A great giant sack of ass. I hated it. It was too busy, and I feel like I got nothing done (I’m still working now, in fact — well, not right now) and, here comes the goodest good part, I have to go out tonight.
What do I mean [...]

I’ve done a couple of super short posts over MOG yonder. (Big ups due to Emma, for reminding me I existed there.
You’ll find talk of work (specifically You Tell Us, my sole reason to get up some mornings), Jay-Z, the Killers and, of course, Mr. T.
Of course! Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to [...]

I didn’t want to leave the house yesterday, but I did, and I am glad. Here’s why:

Ran in to Pacey and his friend at the movie theater. They were going to the same movie and also got shut out of the screening they (and we) wanted. We all settled for the later show. Pacey is [...]

“Please welcome the 24th captain in Blueshirts history: #68, right wing Jaromir Jagr.
I cried.
And then he winked.
Fan. Tastic.

I was just re-watching Bill Clinton on “The Daily Show,” and he was reminding me so much of my grandfather. Maybe it’s because Bill’s getting up there in years now, and he’s about the age that my grandfather was when I knew him best, when I saw him every day. He’s also always reminded me [...]

That British study of what people want played at their funeral (I think I’m supposed to link to something here, but I’m tired) has all sorts of internet nerds talking about funeral songs. So here’s mine, because, remember it’s about who’s left behind as much as it’s about who’s going:
She’s Gone – Hall & Oates
Without [...]

Something amazing happened at work today. It was so amazing that someone who knows best, someone who’s been in the department for about as long as there’s been one, said that it was the most amazing thing that’s ever happened in the newsroom. I believe it. So I don’t think I’m meant to tell you [...]

So Dollie and I went to Toronto for a few days a couple of weeks back and had a nice time, mostly spending our days sitting in cafes and shopping, which was very relaxing and restorative. The nightlife was a little lacking — I’m used to spending TO time at CMW or NXNE, with tons [...]