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I don’t know man, the NHL is starting to get me excited again. With all the signings and trades, especially by teams like Calgary, Edmonton, Columbus, Pittsburgh and Florida — teams who simply couldn’t have made those deals a year ago…thank you, salary cap! — it’s become exciting again, and this is only the buildup. Even the always cynical (but always funny, and usually right) Mighty MJD is getting into it.

Now let’s see if all the rule changes and league parity deliver results when the season starts.

[btw, thanks to PC for pointing me to MMJD in the first place.]

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We went to our condo design centre tonight to start picking out our finishes and shit. I nearly wept. How many colours of tile, how many styles of countertop, how many stains of cabinetry can one look at before going completely batshit insane?

Me, I’d pick all standard stuff. But I’m not really running the show on this one, if you know what I mean. But when we get to equipping the condo’s “entertainment district”, then papa’s in charge again. Plasma? Gimme. Wireless surround? Gimme. TiVo (or Cdn equivalent)? Gimme.

Phhhh…as if we’ll have any money left…

Nostalgia. Bad, bad nostalgia.

Every time a Joe Satriani song comes on, I know I shouldn’t like it, but I do. Especially “Crushing Day”…hell, anything from Surfing With The Alien.

Ah, shredding guitars from 1987…how you shame me.

[update] The next song the Nomad played was “Jump Around” by House Of Pain. It’s like it wants me back in high school…

[update2] Aah! Now it’s playing “Daniel” by Juliana Hatfield. This is getting creepy…my Nomad’s making it personal!!

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Strange…I’d never heard of IRN-BRU until our recent trip to Edinburgh, so I assumed it was an exclusively Scottish [ahem] delicacy. But I just saw a pile of it in our local grocery store.

And in the same visit, I had a common Maritime myth shattered (or at least modernized): King Cole tea in Toronto. I’d always thought you can’t get it outside of Atlantic Canada (since that’s what the ads used to say), but there it was…boxes of it.

Things change. Economies globalize. Tastes travel.

Shit, I guess when we live in an era where bank tellers discuss Jeff Jarvis’ problems with Dell in a Toronto food court, it’s time to acknowledge that the world has shrunk.