Cue the playlist of my favourite acoustic tunes....
As I sit here watching my little angel sleep, I can't help but reflect on what my life has been like to this point. For someone so young, I have experienced the highest of highs, as well as the lowest of lows. All of those moments helped make me the man that I am today. I am hardly perfect, but I like to think that I am a pretty good guy overall. I am so lucky to be a dad; I was petrified when I found out, but I would not trade Lydia for anything in the world. She's the only thing I have that is always, no matter what, a source of pure happiness for me. Being a parent is the absolute greatest gift that anyone could receive. Watching her grow has been a true blessing for me. She is so perfect in every way; it's incredible. Before I became a parent, I used words like 'love' and 'perfect' and 'amazing' egregiously, but only now that I have become a dad have I realized what those words really mean. Lydia is all of that and so much more. To be able to say that I am her dad is the greatest gift of all and I cherish that each and every day.
I am feeling a bit somber today. Rather than bottle up my emotions, I thought I'd use my blog as a way of releasing this hurt and sorrow from my chest. As many of you may know, I have been going through a hard separation over the last few months. It has been especially hard because I spent the better part of 2010 away from my little family and we separated shortly after I got home in October. Turning around and leaving after being gone for so long was the hardest thing I have ever done. While I do see Lydia regularly, it is hardly the same as having my family together, under one roof. All I ever wanted was to have my family together. I had big plans for us. These next few years were going to be a sacrifice to build a better and safer future for us. It turns out that we just could not hold on through it all. So much has happened in such a short period of time. Our hearts have been broken and neither of us was strong enough to pick up the pieces....
To my baby's momma. As hard as it is only seeing Lydia a couple times a week, the hardest part of all of this is trying to ignore the natural emotions that I feel when I am in your presence. You have always had a way of putting a smile on my face no matter how bad things have been. Every time I am on the way over here, I repeat to myself to not let my emotions get the best of me; to be strong and do "the right thing." Yet the moment I walk in that door and meet your gaze and you look at me and say, "Hi, Daddy", I am instantly reduced to mush. I have never had an explanation for the way you make me feel. Something about the way your hair moves when you walk towards me, about the way you sing ever so softly, about the way you hug me, about the way you love our daughter... you are everything I could have ever asked for in a partner. You are the absolute best mother to our daughter and I have no fear of her when she is with you. I know that she is safe.
I know you say that I wasn't the man I needed to be and for that, I apologize. I did the best I could. I fought through a lot of adversity in the beginning to make this work and I never really recovered. I have been playing catchup to your awesomeness for the last two years and I've never been able to keep pace with you. I am just a boy, really. I have so much more to learn. The world is a big place and still has a lot to offer me. Someday, when I have explored some more of myself and this Earth, I will be the man I know I can be. I am sorry that I let you down. I know that when you said 'yes' that you meant it; you wanted this as badly as I did. All I want is for you to be happy. That means more to me than you know. I see clearly now that letting you go is the right thing to do; our purpose was to make Lydia and we have achieved that. Live your life. Be strong and merry. Take chances. Find that magical smile that you had when we first met. I know that it exists in there somewhere. I will always love you, as the mother of our child and as a friend. You will always hold a very special place in my heart.
I came to her apartment today for my scheduled visit with Lydia. She typically hung around here with me, but I could handle that today; too painful. While I feel like our time together (while separated) has been building the foundation towards a solid friendship, it has also been emotionally devastating. As much as I haven't been actively trying to re-kindle our relationship, I'd be lying if I said that it wasn't always on the back of my mind. As I mentioned, all i have ever wanted is for our little family to be together under one roof and I would've given anything to make it happen. Anyway, I came here to see that everything had been moved around. What was once my home was suddenly something unrecognizable to me. I have been crying all morning, like a young boy whose dog was just ran over. In my heart I know it's the right thing to have happen, but my mind is struggling to let go. As I watch Lydia play with her toys, she looks at me with that pure, unadulterated smile and I cry some more. But as I continue to make my way through the apartment, my tears turn to a smile. A smile knowing that a change is on the horizon for us both. That we are both taking steps towards achieving the one thing that everyone wants, but few of us have: happiness. It's going to be hard for me to move on; I thought I had my whole life planned out. But I will move on and I will be happy. It will take lots and lots of time, but I'll get there. I have the best friends in the whole wide world. With the most beautiful little girl on Earth, loving parents and loving friends, I will pick up the pieces. Change is upon us and it's a beautiful thing....
P.S. I PROMISE that I will return to my typical, hilarious, cocky self sooner rather than later. You, the reader, have been anxiously awaiting another gem from me and you'll get it. I promise. Best wishes.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Women - Beautiful creatures, terrible drivers.
Guys, you know EXACTLY what I am talking about. The women (not necessarily little-old-ladies) who are driving with their hands at the 10-2, leaned so far forward in their seat they are basically tonguing their windshield and have the frazzled look of Eric Lindros when he heard he was drafted by the Quebec Nordiques.
Okay, maybe not that look. Um... this look!
Yeah, I said it. Women are terrible drivers! I mean, we're all thinking it, it's about time somebody had the balls to say it. Now granted, there are exceptions, as there are with anything. There are a very select group of women who don't drive with foreboding. I would love to assemble these women and convince them to start a college or something. It could be called WWDDLBTWWDLBTDP - Women Who Don't Drive Like Bitches Teaching Women Who Drive Like Bitches To Drive Properly. Hmmm... not catchy, really, and could make for some awkward screen printing. If only I had it down pat like these guys...
Yeah, I know FCUK is not a college or university, but still, that's genius! Bravo to whoever came up with that. Oh, I know. How about CNUT - Cars, Not Useless Toys...? (see what I did there?) Ah fuck it. Regardless, these women should unite and teach all women who operate a motor vehicle to not drive with such weariness. Seriously, driving like you're just waiting for an accident to happen is not okay! I have an idea. Let's put a Wayne Brady cardboard cut-out at every major intersection in this city. If it appears to be working, heck, let's put em on every street. Or better yet, make every woman drive with Wayne Brady in the passenger seat. That'll scare them into driving properly!
I am by no means suggesting that women drive more like men. That would be ridiculous. I am not sexist, nor do I think that men are perfect drivers. I've seen some hilarious automobile gaffs at the hands of male drivers. But I do consider myself something of an authority on the issue and I can safely say that 97% of all automobile travesties that I have witnessed have been at the hands of women. I've had my license for almost 11 years, never been in a *major* accident, and have only received one speeding ticket (which I received while working). I've got approximately 250,000 kms under my belt, and have undertaken some seriously epic road trips. I know driving, therefore I can judge you based on your poor driving, ladies. I will only consider apologizing if my blog traffic takes a serious hit. Until then, flame on!
Before I go any further... ladies, you know I love you, right? You are absolutely beautiful in every way. I love your luscious curves and your flashy smiles and your drunk eyes at Lottie's at 3am. I mean no harm by my words, other than to speak the truth. Just so happens that this time, the truth hurts. Seriously, I love you all! How could I not when you have one of these in your amongst your gender...
The thing about women drivers is that they seem to be one extreme or the other. On one hand, there's the group of terrible female drivers who are speed demons. These women drive as if they are operating an ambulance or a fire truck - just turn on the emergency lights and everyone will clear the fuck out, right? Flying around like savages, weaving in and out of traffic, with broken signal lights(?) and have little to no regard for human life, these women are a menace to the driving community. They should be forced to travel on rocket-propelled rollerskates with no protective gear.
I was driving once, approaching the intersection of Prince Phillip and Thorburn. As I neared, the light switched from green to amber/yellow, so I slowed down to stop. While I am certain that my good pal El Nolan would've pulled what he calls a "shady red-light maneuver", I decided to err on the side of caution and stop. I peered into my rearview mirror as I was stopping, only to see a female driver whip into the other lane from behind me and zoom through the now red light. It's one thing to pull a shady move and accelerate at a yellow light. But to make the effort to switch lanes at the intersection, just to blast through the red light... come on. While I feel like these women should be corralled and punished accordingly, their punishment would be nothing compared to what those apprehensive female drivers deserve.
As I referred to in my opening, these distressed ladies should be jailed for their driving inability. These are the women that constantly drive 5-10 km/h below the speed limit and then when you angrily change lanes to pass them, they have the nerve to shake their fist and utter curses at you. Unbelievable.
These same women want to drive like they can employ normal, accepted driving practices, but really do not have the gumption to pull it off. Case in point: it's accepted that, at a green light, while waiting to make a left turn, the lead car generally rolls into the intersection and takes the turn when oncoming traffic has cleared. Sometimes, traffic is heavy, and the driver is forced to make that left while the light is yellow, turning red. And generally, when said driver has to make that turn quickly and get the fuck out of the intersection, well, he/she floors the gas and does just that. But not these women. Oh no. Sure, they roll into the intersection, like they are going to make the aggressive left when given the chance. But when the opportunity arises, they will very gingerly roll through as if they have the flashing green left-turn signal. One time, I saw a woman do just this. She actually took the time to look in both directions to ensure that the opposite lanes (with green left-turn flashing lights) had not proceeded. Noticing that they had started their turn, she panicked and instead of hitting the gas, hit her brake. She narrowly, and I do mean narrowly, escaped getting hit by not one, but two cars. When she finally emerged from the lane, she had the nerve to shake her fists at the drivers with the right-of-way. If only I owned a high-precision sniper rifle... and for some reason had it conveniently on my passenger seat, locked and loaded... I'd have eliminated her right then and there. Of course, if I am driving around with loaded firearms in the middle of the afternoon, that's a whole other issue in itself.
And then there are these women. I actually have nothing else to say, other than observe the following.
Wow.
Ladies, you're not all bad drivers. Just most of you. Most of you make me wish that I was driving alongside this furry little guy.
I leave you with this, my loyal followers:
96.7% of women should not drive a vehicle. Period. (Okay, that's completely fabricated - not even a real stat. But funny, and appropriate)
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| "Oh, come on. Quebec? Really!? I'm gonna demand a trade before I even put that jersey on!" |
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| Yeah, that's the one. Calm the fuck down, lady! |
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| Fucking brilliant. |
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| Caption not necessary. |
Before I go any further... ladies, you know I love you, right? You are absolutely beautiful in every way. I love your luscious curves and your flashy smiles and your drunk eyes at Lottie's at 3am. I mean no harm by my words, other than to speak the truth. Just so happens that this time, the truth hurts. Seriously, I love you all! How could I not when you have one of these in your amongst your gender...
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| Dear... God.... that is.... quite the... library you've got there! |
I was driving once, approaching the intersection of Prince Phillip and Thorburn. As I neared, the light switched from green to amber/yellow, so I slowed down to stop. While I am certain that my good pal El Nolan would've pulled what he calls a "shady red-light maneuver", I decided to err on the side of caution and stop. I peered into my rearview mirror as I was stopping, only to see a female driver whip into the other lane from behind me and zoom through the now red light. It's one thing to pull a shady move and accelerate at a yellow light. But to make the effort to switch lanes at the intersection, just to blast through the red light... come on. While I feel like these women should be corralled and punished accordingly, their punishment would be nothing compared to what those apprehensive female drivers deserve.
As I referred to in my opening, these distressed ladies should be jailed for their driving inability. These are the women that constantly drive 5-10 km/h below the speed limit and then when you angrily change lanes to pass them, they have the nerve to shake their fist and utter curses at you. Unbelievable.
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| Please. You know it was your fault. |
And then there are these women. I actually have nothing else to say, other than observe the following.
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| Hands-free is the way to be. |
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| WHO GAVE YOU A DRIVER'S LICENSE!? |
Ladies, you're not all bad drivers. Just most of you. Most of you make me wish that I was driving alongside this furry little guy.
I leave you with this, my loyal followers:
96.7% of women should not drive a vehicle. Period. (Okay, that's completely fabricated - not even a real stat. But funny, and appropriate)
Sunday, February 6, 2011
It's Super Bowl Sunday - get your drankin' hats on!
It is that time of year again. The day where everyone from the most die-hard sports fan to the people who don't even know what the Super Bowl is will have one very special thing in common - booze! Today, my friends, is Super Bowl Sunday! Typically, I include a quirky fact about some random shit at the end of each of my posts, but allow me to post a couple of interesting facts about the Super Bowl here:
- There will be 8 million lbs. of guacamole consumed today!
- There will be 14,500 tonnes of potato chips consumed today!
- There will be a 20% increase in antacid sales today!
- 6% of employed people will call in sick tomorrow!
- There will be more than $10 billion wagered by more than 50% of adult Americans today!
TEN BILLION DOLLARS!? That sounds like a ridiculous Dr. Evil ransom demand!
Yeah, I know it was Tim Robbins' character of the President who said that, but fuck you it's my blog and I'll type whatever the hell I please!
I digress.
The Super Bowl is famously the sporting event where the most money is wagered, most shitty bar-food is eaten and most beer is drank - what's NOT to love about the Bowl!? The NFL has managed to make the Super Bowl one of the most, if not THE most, lucrative annual sporting event on Earth. The revenue generated by the NFL, it's affiliates and it's sponsors on this day is obscene. Everyone and their dog will be watching the Bowl. I, personally, will be at the Sundance on George St. for Bud Bowl, undoubtedly adding to the already massive total of money wagered, food eaten and, yes, beer drank!
Allow me to discuss the game itself. Being a NFL fan for the last 3-4 years, I feel like I can offer an at least somewhat educated opinion on the game and the two teams competing for the Lombardi Trophy - the Pittsburgh Steelers and the Green Bay Packers. I could go on and on about the history of these two storied NFL franchises, but I won't bore you with that shit. I have watched just about every game this season, and I am going to focus my discussion on what I personally have seen from these two teams this year.
The Steelers opened the season with consecutive wins, one of which came against my Tennessee Titans in week 2 (lousy pricks!). Their QB, Big Ben Roethlisberger, was suspended for the first 4 games due to an off-field incident this summer (google "Ben rape" and you'll find what I am referring too LOL). It seemed as if the Steelers were in trouble from the outset. But a stellar defense, and surprising play from their offense led by backup QB Charlie Batch, were able to amass a 3-1 record in Ben's absence. After Ben's return, the Steelers really poured it on and went a very impressive 9-3 with him under center, despite all of the controversy that surrounded him and the team. Questions about Ben's future with the team surrounded him all season, but in very Ben-esque fashion, and with the help of some massive seasons from Mike Wallace and Rashard Mendenhall, he was able to overcome the shit and get the job done. While I personally am not a Steelers fan, they are a team that demands respect in the sense that they are an image of what most NFL teams would love to be. What impresses me about the Steelers is that they always play Steelers-football (defense first: they ranked a meager 12th overall in points for, but 1st overall in fewest points for). With such an emphasis on defense (they allowed a league's best 14.5 pts per game - unreal!), watching a Steelers game can be very tough if you like exciting, high-scoring football (like watching the New Jersey devils play hockey, no fucking thank you), but at the same time, I can't help but respect the fact that they have a tight gameplan and stick to it. Although, when I see Ben roll out of the pocket and mail out a bomb to Wallace, that gets me goin' just a bit! My game breaker: SS Troy Polamalu. The defensive player of the year will need to do what he does best in order for the Steelers to pull it out. That is, he is gonna have to shadow the fuck out of the Packers deep threat, Greg Jennings, and pick off Rodgers at least once.
Over the course of this season, I developed a bit of a bias towards the Packers. I drafted their QB, Aaron Rodgers, 1st overall in my fantasy pool and he almost led me to a trip to the finals (fuck you, Scotty Don't!). The Packers road to the Super Bowl was much different than the Steelers. Mired by injuries all season, the Packers struggled to establish themselves as a force. Though regarded as a preseason favourite by many, key injuries to Ryan Grant and Jermichael Finleyand Brett Favre seemed too much for the Pack to overcome, as they stumbled out of the gate and started the season a mediocre 3-3 (with losses to the Reskins and Dolphins - gross!). Add a 7-3 loss to the lowly Lions in week 14, and you've officially got yourself a rollercoaster of a season. It came down to a must-win situation in week 17 for the Pack, and win they did, edging the Bears 10-3. As the 6th seed, the Packers played every playoff game on the road and they managed to win handily in each of those games, including a 27 point thrashing of the 14-2 Falcons. The Packers were led by the stellar play of Aaron Rodgers all season. His ability to not only thread the needle on a 75-yd TD pass, but also pull through with a 25-yd scamper in the clutch makes him one of the most prolific QBs in the NFL (definitely more effective than that faggot, Tom Brady). On the defensive side of the ball, Clay Matthews has emerged as one of the best pass-rushers in the NFL and has been a headache for opposing QBs all season. Unlike the Steelers, the Packers really do not have a running game (James Starks? Child, please!), so in order for the Pack to win, they are going to need a massive game from Rodgers and Jennings on offense, and Matthews and Williams on defense. My game breaker: my boy, QB Aaron Rodgers. It's no secret that he is the key to the Packers success. Sure, Greg Jennings is an elite WR, but without Rodgers, his numbers would be mediocre at best (see: Steve Smith, Carolina Panthers lolz). In order for the Packers to win today, Rodgers is going to have to pick apart a very tough Steelers secondary and somehow find room to run himself. If Rodgers can crack off a few of those big scrambles he's known to do, the Steelers could be in trouble.
A blog post about the Super Bowl would not be complete without a prediction as to who is going to win, so allow me to put my reputation on the line here. At -2.5, I like the Packers to cover. Despite this being a matchup of the two best defenses in the NFL, I expect a somewhat high-scoring affair, so I predict that the game will go over the line of 44.5 points. And if I were to predict a score of the game, I'd say 27-20 for Green Bay. In terms of stats, I figure Rodgers is good for 275 yds passing, 40 yds rushing, and 3 combined TDs. For the Steelers, Mendenhall will carry the load with a combined 90 yds from scrimmage, with 2 TDs. As for the rest of the players, fuck 'em. I'm an amateur blog poster, not a Goddamn NFL analyst.
Let the debauchery known as Super Bowl Shenanigans commence in T-3 hours. See you all at the Bud Bowl! Go Packers!
I'll leave you all with this:
During an NFL game, the home team must provide the referees with 24 footballs for the game. That's a lot of fucking bacon!
P.S. I am aware that this post may not be as funny as the rest of my posts, but hey, it's about football, it's Sunday morningand Brett Favre won't stop texting me his dick pics. Speaking of which, check this out:
- There will be 8 million lbs. of guacamole consumed today!
- There will be 14,500 tonnes of potato chips consumed today!
- There will be a 20% increase in antacid sales today!
- 6% of employed people will call in sick tomorrow!
- There will be more than $10 billion wagered by more than 50% of adult Americans today!
TEN BILLION DOLLARS!? That sounds like a ridiculous Dr. Evil ransom demand!
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| "I want a kajillion bajillion dollars!" |
Yeah, I know it was Tim Robbins' character of the President who said that, but fuck you it's my blog and I'll type whatever the hell I please!
I digress.
The Super Bowl is famously the sporting event where the most money is wagered, most shitty bar-food is eaten and most beer is drank - what's NOT to love about the Bowl!? The NFL has managed to make the Super Bowl one of the most, if not THE most, lucrative annual sporting event on Earth. The revenue generated by the NFL, it's affiliates and it's sponsors on this day is obscene. Everyone and their dog will be watching the Bowl. I, personally, will be at the Sundance on George St. for Bud Bowl, undoubtedly adding to the already massive total of money wagered, food eaten and, yes, beer drank!
Allow me to discuss the game itself. Being a NFL fan for the last 3-4 years, I feel like I can offer an at least somewhat educated opinion on the game and the two teams competing for the Lombardi Trophy - the Pittsburgh Steelers and the Green Bay Packers. I could go on and on about the history of these two storied NFL franchises, but I won't bore you with that shit. I have watched just about every game this season, and I am going to focus my discussion on what I personally have seen from these two teams this year.
The Steelers opened the season with consecutive wins, one of which came against my Tennessee Titans in week 2 (lousy pricks!). Their QB, Big Ben Roethlisberger, was suspended for the first 4 games due to an off-field incident this summer (google "Ben rape" and you'll find what I am referring too LOL). It seemed as if the Steelers were in trouble from the outset. But a stellar defense, and surprising play from their offense led by backup QB Charlie Batch, were able to amass a 3-1 record in Ben's absence. After Ben's return, the Steelers really poured it on and went a very impressive 9-3 with him under center, despite all of the controversy that surrounded him and the team. Questions about Ben's future with the team surrounded him all season, but in very Ben-esque fashion, and with the help of some massive seasons from Mike Wallace and Rashard Mendenhall, he was able to overcome the shit and get the job done. While I personally am not a Steelers fan, they are a team that demands respect in the sense that they are an image of what most NFL teams would love to be. What impresses me about the Steelers is that they always play Steelers-football (defense first: they ranked a meager 12th overall in points for, but 1st overall in fewest points for). With such an emphasis on defense (they allowed a league's best 14.5 pts per game - unreal!), watching a Steelers game can be very tough if you like exciting, high-scoring football (like watching the New Jersey devils play hockey, no fucking thank you), but at the same time, I can't help but respect the fact that they have a tight gameplan and stick to it. Although, when I see Ben roll out of the pocket and mail out a bomb to Wallace, that gets me goin' just a bit! My game breaker: SS Troy Polamalu. The defensive player of the year will need to do what he does best in order for the Steelers to pull it out. That is, he is gonna have to shadow the fuck out of the Packers deep threat, Greg Jennings, and pick off Rodgers at least once.
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| Your sissy voice doesn't match your mad skills, Troy. |
Over the course of this season, I developed a bit of a bias towards the Packers. I drafted their QB, Aaron Rodgers, 1st overall in my fantasy pool and he almost led me to a trip to the finals (fuck you, Scotty Don't!). The Packers road to the Super Bowl was much different than the Steelers. Mired by injuries all season, the Packers struggled to establish themselves as a force. Though regarded as a preseason favourite by many, key injuries to Ryan Grant and Jermichael Finley
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| Rodgers is leet. |
A blog post about the Super Bowl would not be complete without a prediction as to who is going to win, so allow me to put my reputation on the line here. At -2.5, I like the Packers to cover. Despite this being a matchup of the two best defenses in the NFL, I expect a somewhat high-scoring affair, so I predict that the game will go over the line of 44.5 points. And if I were to predict a score of the game, I'd say 27-20 for Green Bay. In terms of stats, I figure Rodgers is good for 275 yds passing, 40 yds rushing, and 3 combined TDs. For the Steelers, Mendenhall will carry the load with a combined 90 yds from scrimmage, with 2 TDs. As for the rest of the players, fuck 'em. I'm an amateur blog poster, not a Goddamn NFL analyst.
Let the debauchery known as Super Bowl Shenanigans commence in T-3 hours. See you all at the Bud Bowl! Go Packers!
I'll leave you all with this:
During an NFL game, the home team must provide the referees with 24 footballs for the game. That's a lot of fucking bacon!
P.S. I am aware that this post may not be as funny as the rest of my posts, but hey, it's about football, it's Sunday morning
Monday, January 17, 2011
Fist-pumping is lame and should be abolished.
Come to think of it, that's not a great title for a blog post. I say this, because in using said title, I have revealed my thesis statement and if you, the reader, does not agree with my statement, then you may be less inclined to read my post, which ultimately, would sadden me.
To all of you dedicated followers who have been wondering, "Where the hell did he go!? He gave us a rant about how he would update his blog regularly and then he doesn't post for over a month. What a low-life, misleading, douche bag. If I ever saw that Skinner guy in public, I'd punch him right in his lying face. That no good son-of-a-bitch!"
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On second thought, I would hope that a) you're not that upset about me not posting in my blog and b) if you are that passionate of a person, please apply it to something more useful than rage against my blog. Now where was I...? Ah, yes! I haven't posted in a while because of drinking and Christmas and drinking and New Years and drinking and football playoffs and drinking and... drinking. It's been an eventful month for me, one that quite obviously involved a lot of booze, an amateur strip show by yours truly (all pictures and videos of said event will never be revealed, ever), and most importantly, spending time with the love of my life, my daughter, Miss Lydia. Nonetheless, I made a promise to all of you dedicated readers to update this blog semi-regularly, so here I am, grinding one out for you guys! Allow me to start off 2011 bang.
Fist-pumping is stupid. And I'm not talking about those Tiger Woods huge celebration fistpumps, those are great! I'm talking about the fist pump where two people put their fist together in some sort of congenial celebration... and that shit those douche bags pull on Jersey Shore.
My rage against fist-pumping started a few months ago when I was playing pool at Dooly's. A friend of mine, who we'll refer to as "The State", and I were playing pool. At the end of our game, she looked at me and exclaimed, "Pound it!" As most single man would, I hurried to assemble my cue and vacate the premises as I thought that I was gonna get lucky (what the hell else could 'pound it' refer to!?). Instead, she thrust her hand forward and made a fist, ushering me to do the same. "WTF? Pound what? Your fist? With my fist?" At that time, she explained the concept of fist-pumping or dapping or "pound it" to me. What a fucking LAME idea! Hey, here's an idea for you: the next time you go to a concert or performance of any kind and the performer completes whatever it is he/she/they are doing, instead of clapping for them the traditional way, why not try (I may be starting a trend here!) fist-clapping! That's right. Instead of clapping your open-palmed hands together to show your appreciation, why not clap your clenched fists together? It might make you bleed and hurt like hell, but who cares!? Gotta "pound it", right? *puke*
The State informed me that I was behind in the times and that fist-pumping was the shit. I refused to believe her. But after a bit of research, it turns out that, sadly, she was correct. I discovered that Obama fist-pumped his wife, Michelle, just before his speech prior to winning the Presidential Election!
Gone are the days of the good ol' high five. Everywhere I go now, I see people pounding it like it's going out of style. At Dooly's, you can't turn around without watching two people pound it. "Hey man, nice shot! Pound it!" Other random bars that host sporting events, same deal. If the local favourite scores a goal, touchdown, homerrun, etc., it's usually followed by a round of fistpumps. It's ridiculous! Doesn't anyone see the danger in fistpumping. Picture this: you're at a bar for the UFC pay-per-view. George St. Pierre has just owned that little bitch, Josh Koscheck. A flurry of loud cheers and fist-pumps fills the room. "Woooo! GSP won! Pound it!" Except this time, when you proceed to pound it, you fail to realize that you've also been pounding beer and shots all night. And when you go to pound your friends' fist, you instead punch him directly in the face. The result: a melee. Weeee! Your errant fist-pump has just started a fucking riot. If you weren't a douche and practiced the more sensible, safer high five, none of this would've happened. You might've missed your friends' hand, you both could've laughed it off and tried again until you got it right. Hey CBSC, forget about Dire Straits. Put your resources to good use and ban something worthwhile, the fist-pump, and save mankind before it's too late.
In my opinion, shared by my good friend whom we refer to as "High Five" Mark (I'm serious!) and Borat, there is no sweeter sound than that of a solid high five. The high five has been around since the beginning of time and should never be replaced. In 2008, when my pool team won provincials and a trip to beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada, we celebrated with HIGH FIVES! But now, I can't help but think that if my pool team were to win this year, that the celebration would be filled with fist-pumps, and I would be left there hanging with my hand held high, while receiving odd looks and comments like, "Why are you holding your hand in the air like that, Skinner? Get over here and pound it!"
Well I am not ready to roll over and accept fist-pumping as the norm. In 2002-2003 when MSN Messenger swept ICQ off of its feet, I was reluctant to give in to the shift; I don't like change. I loved ICQ (5686349, get at me!), but when I realized that everyone was using Messenger, I had no choice but to switch. I rolled over like a little bitch and gave in. Well no more! I am fighting this! I want to take fist-pumping and "pound it" out of the mainstream and into St. John's harbour, with the rest of the shit. I don't care if Obama, Ali-G, and all of those douche bags from Jersey Shore are doing it, I am going to fight it. Fist-pumping has gone TOO FAR and has become much too popular! It looks stupid. It is stupid. Let's abolish this farce of celebration once and for all. The next time someone asks me to pound it, I am going to either a) hold my open-palmed hand up for a high five or b) punch them in the mouth or c) threaten to lighten up my facebook friends list via deletion (the ultimate threat!). By any means necessary, we must rid ourselves of this stain on society. Let's do away with fist-pumping once and for all! Who's with me!?
In closing, I leave you with this wonderful, yet useless, tidbit:
In 1994, at a movie theater in Germany, ushers beat a man to death for sneaking in his own popcorn. Yikes!
To all of you dedicated followers who have been wondering, "Where the hell did he go!? He gave us a rant about how he would update his blog regularly and then he doesn't post for over a month. What a low-life, misleading, douche bag. If I ever saw that Skinner guy in public, I'd punch him right in his lying face. That no good son-of-a-bitch!"
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On second thought, I would hope that a) you're not that upset about me not posting in my blog and b) if you are that passionate of a person, please apply it to something more useful than rage against my blog. Now where was I...? Ah, yes! I haven't posted in a while because of drinking and Christmas and drinking and New Years and drinking and football playoffs and drinking and... drinking. It's been an eventful month for me, one that quite obviously involved a lot of booze, an amateur strip show by yours truly (all pictures and videos of said event will never be revealed, ever), and most importantly, spending time with the love of my life, my daughter, Miss Lydia. Nonetheless, I made a promise to all of you dedicated readers to update this blog semi-regularly, so here I am, grinding one out for you guys! Allow me to start off 2011 bang.
Fist-pumping is stupid. And I'm not talking about those Tiger Woods huge celebration fistpumps, those are great! I'm talking about the fist pump where two people put their fist together in some sort of congenial celebration... and that shit those douche bags pull on Jersey Shore.
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| Thanks for ruining my life, assholes. |
My rage against fist-pumping started a few months ago when I was playing pool at Dooly's. A friend of mine, who we'll refer to as "The State", and I were playing pool. At the end of our game, she looked at me and exclaimed, "Pound it!" As most single man would, I hurried to assemble my cue and vacate the premises as I thought that I was gonna get lucky (what the hell else could 'pound it' refer to!?). Instead, she thrust her hand forward and made a fist, ushering me to do the same. "WTF? Pound what? Your fist? With my fist?" At that time, she explained the concept of fist-pumping or dapping or "pound it" to me. What a fucking LAME idea! Hey, here's an idea for you: the next time you go to a concert or performance of any kind and the performer completes whatever it is he/she/they are doing, instead of clapping for them the traditional way, why not try (I may be starting a trend here!) fist-clapping! That's right. Instead of clapping your open-palmed hands together to show your appreciation, why not clap your clenched fists together? It might make you bleed and hurt like hell, but who cares!? Gotta "pound it", right? *puke*
The State informed me that I was behind in the times and that fist-pumping was the shit. I refused to believe her. But after a bit of research, it turns out that, sadly, she was correct. I discovered that Obama fist-pumped his wife, Michelle, just before his speech prior to winning the Presidential Election!
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| "You hear that, Michelle? I run this country! Pound it!" |
Gone are the days of the good ol' high five. Everywhere I go now, I see people pounding it like it's going out of style. At Dooly's, you can't turn around without watching two people pound it. "Hey man, nice shot! Pound it!" Other random bars that host sporting events, same deal. If the local favourite scores a goal, touchdown, homerrun, etc., it's usually followed by a round of fistpumps. It's ridiculous! Doesn't anyone see the danger in fistpumping. Picture this: you're at a bar for the UFC pay-per-view. George St. Pierre has just owned that little bitch, Josh Koscheck. A flurry of loud cheers and fist-pumps fills the room. "Woooo! GSP won! Pound it!" Except this time, when you proceed to pound it, you fail to realize that you've also been pounding beer and shots all night. And when you go to pound your friends' fist, you instead punch him directly in the face. The result: a melee. Weeee! Your errant fist-pump has just started a fucking riot. If you weren't a douche and practiced the more sensible, safer high five, none of this would've happened. You might've missed your friends' hand, you both could've laughed it off and tried again until you got it right. Hey CBSC, forget about Dire Straits. Put your resources to good use and ban something worthwhile, the fist-pump, and save mankind before it's too late.
In my opinion, shared by my good friend whom we refer to as "High Five" Mark (I'm serious!) and Borat, there is no sweeter sound than that of a solid high five. The high five has been around since the beginning of time and should never be replaced. In 2008, when my pool team won provincials and a trip to beautiful Las Vegas, Nevada, we celebrated with HIGH FIVES! But now, I can't help but think that if my pool team were to win this year, that the celebration would be filled with fist-pumps, and I would be left there hanging with my hand held high, while receiving odd looks and comments like, "Why are you holding your hand in the air like that, Skinner? Get over here and pound it!"
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| If I ever saw someone wearing this, I'd punch them in the face. |
Well I am not ready to roll over and accept fist-pumping as the norm. In 2002-2003 when MSN Messenger swept ICQ off of its feet, I was reluctant to give in to the shift; I don't like change. I loved ICQ (5686349, get at me!), but when I realized that everyone was using Messenger, I had no choice but to switch. I rolled over like a little bitch and gave in. Well no more! I am fighting this! I want to take fist-pumping and "pound it" out of the mainstream and into St. John's harbour, with the rest of the shit. I don't care if Obama, Ali-G, and all of those douche bags from Jersey Shore are doing it, I am going to fight it. Fist-pumping has gone TOO FAR and has become much too popular! It looks stupid. It is stupid. Let's abolish this farce of celebration once and for all. The next time someone asks me to pound it, I am going to either a) hold my open-palmed hand up for a high five or b) punch them in the mouth or c) threaten to lighten up my facebook friends list via deletion (the ultimate threat!). By any means necessary, we must rid ourselves of this stain on society. Let's do away with fist-pumping once and for all! Who's with me!?
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| This is NOT okay. |
In 1994, at a movie theater in Germany, ushers beat a man to death for sneaking in his own popcorn. Yikes!
Friday, December 10, 2010
Anyone up for a little Russian Chatroulette...?
*Disclaimer: If my mother is reading this, which I'm sure she is, I apologize in advance for the repeated use of slang words for a penis. And for anyone else, don't read this in front of your kids.
In mid-September, I was in Voisey's Bay for work. I purchased a webcam from the internet, and proudly told the world on my facebook. My buddy, Brian (the self-proclaimed King of Controversy), replied, "We all know you bought that for Chatroulette, don't deny it." "WTF is Chatroulette?" I said to myself. So naturally, my curiosity got the best of me and I did a google search for chatroulette, which led me to it's website (a link which I will NOT include here, for obvious reasons forthcoming). So upon discovering chatroulette, I realized that it was a website designed to pair random users of the site from all over the world together in a webcam based video, audio and text-based chat. Pretty neat, hey? So me, being the king of naivete, decided to check out this phenomenon that I had never heard of. So after a brief delay, I was paired with a girl... for about four seconds, until she rudely flipped me off and disconnected. Not the way you want to start your chatroulette session. My next pairing was an older man. He squinted into his webcam and excalimed, "I want titties, not some fuckin' dude!" At this point, I'm ready to sign off, obviously not being well-received by the chatroulette, but I decided to take another shot and spin the wheel. Spin the wheel!? Get it? Roulette... spin the wheel...? In hindsight, I should've stopped then and there, realizing that random people in cyberspace are not able to bond in random pairings... but I didn't. My third pairing was a man, but the camera was not focussed on his face... it was his penis. He was masturbating furiously on chatroulette! I said "What the fuck, man?!" And he replied "What, asshole, you don't like my cock?" Before I had a chance to sign off, he disconnected and another pairing was made.... which was just another guy jerking off. He also immediately disconnected. Before I had a chance to collect myself and log off, I inadvertently viewed another pairing, which was a guy bent over on all fours with his cock 'n' balls between his legs and he shouted, "CHECK OUT THE GOAT!!!" This time I actually laughed out loud, as I understood the reference right away. For those of you that don't get it, I HIGHLY recommend you watch the movie 'Waiting' with Ryan Reynolds. In that movie, the male employees of the restaurant have an ongoing game in which the goal is to show each other their junk in various... um... shapes...? Anyway, it's piss-your-pants hilarious, so go watch it!
Just as I was about to end my chatroulette career once and for all, I was paired with a random girl who said, "Nice to find someone who isn't jerking off!" I chatted with this girl for about 10 minutes, mainly about how fucked up chatroulette is and what is wrong with the world. She claimed it was her first time (I didn't believe her) and in one hour that she viewed approximately 100 pairings. She said of those 100 pairings, 60 were men masturbating, 25 were men looking to watch men masturbate, 10 were girls looking to watch men masturbate, and 5 were normal people, confused at the amount of penises on chatroulette. After that I signed off from chatroulette, never to return.
I concluded that chatroulette is not to pair up random people and have them meet and chat, but to in fact allow guys to jerk off anonymously on their webcams for anyone to see. Gross, really. As if I needed a chatroulette experience to confirm that the internet is a sick and twisted place. Never, ever again. Thanks, Brian.
Readers, thank you for sticking with me through this otherwise disturbing entry. I had to share my experience, if for no other reason that to forewarn you all of the evil demon that is chatroulette. I'll leave you with this:
Celery has negative calories! You'll burn more calories eating a piece of celery then the celery actually contains!
In mid-September, I was in Voisey's Bay for work. I purchased a webcam from the internet, and proudly told the world on my facebook. My buddy, Brian (the self-proclaimed King of Controversy), replied, "We all know you bought that for Chatroulette, don't deny it." "WTF is Chatroulette?" I said to myself. So naturally, my curiosity got the best of me and I did a google search for chatroulette, which led me to it's website (a link which I will NOT include here, for obvious reasons forthcoming). So upon discovering chatroulette, I realized that it was a website designed to pair random users of the site from all over the world together in a webcam based video, audio and text-based chat. Pretty neat, hey? So me, being the king of naivete, decided to check out this phenomenon that I had never heard of. So after a brief delay, I was paired with a girl... for about four seconds, until she rudely flipped me off and disconnected. Not the way you want to start your chatroulette session. My next pairing was an older man. He squinted into his webcam and excalimed, "I want titties, not some fuckin' dude!" At this point, I'm ready to sign off, obviously not being well-received by the chatroulette, but I decided to take another shot and spin the wheel. Spin the wheel!? Get it? Roulette... spin the wheel...? In hindsight, I should've stopped then and there, realizing that random people in cyberspace are not able to bond in random pairings... but I didn't. My third pairing was a man, but the camera was not focussed on his face... it was his penis. He was masturbating furiously on chatroulette! I said "What the fuck, man?!" And he replied "What, asshole, you don't like my cock?" Before I had a chance to sign off, he disconnected and another pairing was made.... which was just another guy jerking off. He also immediately disconnected. Before I had a chance to collect myself and log off, I inadvertently viewed another pairing, which was a guy bent over on all fours with his cock 'n' balls between his legs and he shouted, "CHECK OUT THE GOAT!!!" This time I actually laughed out loud, as I understood the reference right away. For those of you that don't get it, I HIGHLY recommend you watch the movie 'Waiting' with Ryan Reynolds. In that movie, the male employees of the restaurant have an ongoing game in which the goal is to show each other their junk in various... um... shapes...? Anyway, it's piss-your-pants hilarious, so go watch it!
Just as I was about to end my chatroulette career once and for all, I was paired with a random girl who said, "Nice to find someone who isn't jerking off!" I chatted with this girl for about 10 minutes, mainly about how fucked up chatroulette is and what is wrong with the world. She claimed it was her first time (I didn't believe her) and in one hour that she viewed approximately 100 pairings. She said of those 100 pairings, 60 were men masturbating, 25 were men looking to watch men masturbate, 10 were girls looking to watch men masturbate, and 5 were normal people, confused at the amount of penises on chatroulette. After that I signed off from chatroulette, never to return.
I concluded that chatroulette is not to pair up random people and have them meet and chat, but to in fact allow guys to jerk off anonymously on their webcams for anyone to see. Gross, really. As if I needed a chatroulette experience to confirm that the internet is a sick and twisted place. Never, ever again. Thanks, Brian.
Readers, thank you for sticking with me through this otherwise disturbing entry. I had to share my experience, if for no other reason that to forewarn you all of the evil demon that is chatroulette. I'll leave you with this:
Celery has negative calories! You'll burn more calories eating a piece of celery then the celery actually contains!
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Goodbye, Movember!
On the first weekend of this month, my friend Scott and I decided to take a road trip to Gander for the weekend. When I picked him up, I couldn't help but notice something different about him. A new, stylish jacket? No, not that. A noticeable improvement in his physique? Absolutely not. The next words I uttered were a phrase that I thought I would never say to anyone during my time on this Earth. "Nice mustache."
He then proceeded to fill me in on what was being dubbed as 'Movember'. He said that, in short, Movember was an event in which men (and men only... I hope) were to shave their entire face on the first of the month and proceed to then grow a mustache for the entire month. The participants were to raise money for prostate cancer awareness, as the duster was supposed to represent a ribbon for men's health, much like the pink ribbons for breast cancer awareness. Upon further research, I learned some interesting facts about the latest craze among men. As it turns out, Movember came about in 2003 in Melbourne, Australia, when a group of friends went out for beers. Now as a man who enjoys beer, I can attest to coming up with some pretty wild and creative ideas while hammered, but growing mustaches for an entire month to raise awareness for prostate cancer?!?! I don't know what they put in that Foster's beer, but I have GOT to try me some of that!!!
Unfortunately, at the tender age of 26, genetics won't allow me to participate in any events in which X amount of facial hair is required to participate (hey, at least I've got a nice, healthy, full head of hair!). But that didn't stop thousands, and thousands... and thousands of men, worldwide, from participating in what has become nothing short of a global phenomenon. You can check out a cool YouTube compilation of Movember staches here: Sweet Movember Dusters
Everywhere I went over the course of this month, there was a mustache-wearer lurking somewhere close. It was as if Ron Jeremy was following me everywhere (which, for the record, would be weird as shit). And it was easy to differentiate (big word!) between the men who were rockin' Movember staches and those who lived with a mustache. The distinction was simple: every time I saw a man with a Movember stache, upon eye contact, the stache bearer would get that shit-eating grin on his face as if to say, "God, this is embarrassing." While I'm sure Movember participants wore their prostate cancer awareness mustaches with pride, the embarrassed grin was a reaction that could not be fought, as oftentimes happens when men make any changes to their regular visage.
The Movember trend seemed particularly popular among sports figures, both players and commentators. Personally, I thought Gino Reda's Movember "cookie duster" was epic. Some notable dusters from the NHL included my boy, Carey Price, Cal Clutterbuck and Sam Gagner, to name a few. It was a trend that was embraced by everyone. I read somewhere that more than $21 million was raised for Movember in 2009, and one can only imagine that at least that much money was raised this year.
I'm going to state this for the record, and for those of you who see me on a regular basis, feel free to remind me: I will participate in Movember 2011. I don't care if I still have the facial hair growing ability of a pre-pubescent boy, I am going to participate next year. And I will raise as much money as I can to help support a very worthy cause.
To those of you who did participate in Movember 2010, I salute you. And I'm sure for many of those who did participate, November 18th was a great day, which was coined 'Have Sex With A Guy With A Mustache Day'. I bet you guys weren't embarrassed about your Movember lip sweaters then! ;)
For my useless factoid, I'll leave you with something mustache related:
The average mustache traps 72 pints of beer and 37.5 pounds of beer-related snack foods within it's folicles each year! Motivation to keep that Movember stache...?
Side note: for those of you who visited that "Movember Compilation" before reading to the end of this post... in your face! I responded to one global phenomenon with another - the Rick Roll! I am so 2007! :)
He then proceeded to fill me in on what was being dubbed as 'Movember'. He said that, in short, Movember was an event in which men (and men only... I hope) were to shave their entire face on the first of the month and proceed to then grow a mustache for the entire month. The participants were to raise money for prostate cancer awareness, as the duster was supposed to represent a ribbon for men's health, much like the pink ribbons for breast cancer awareness. Upon further research, I learned some interesting facts about the latest craze among men. As it turns out, Movember came about in 2003 in Melbourne, Australia, when a group of friends went out for beers. Now as a man who enjoys beer, I can attest to coming up with some pretty wild and creative ideas while hammered, but growing mustaches for an entire month to raise awareness for prostate cancer?!?! I don't know what they put in that Foster's beer, but I have GOT to try me some of that!!!
Unfortunately, at the tender age of 26, genetics won't allow me to participate in any events in which X amount of facial hair is required to participate (hey, at least I've got a nice, healthy, full head of hair!). But that didn't stop thousands, and thousands... and thousands of men, worldwide, from participating in what has become nothing short of a global phenomenon. You can check out a cool YouTube compilation of Movember staches here: Sweet Movember Dusters
Everywhere I went over the course of this month, there was a mustache-wearer lurking somewhere close. It was as if Ron Jeremy was following me everywhere (which, for the record, would be weird as shit). And it was easy to differentiate (big word!) between the men who were rockin' Movember staches and those who lived with a mustache. The distinction was simple: every time I saw a man with a Movember stache, upon eye contact, the stache bearer would get that shit-eating grin on his face as if to say, "God, this is embarrassing." While I'm sure Movember participants wore their prostate cancer awareness mustaches with pride, the embarrassed grin was a reaction that could not be fought, as oftentimes happens when men make any changes to their regular visage.
The Movember trend seemed particularly popular among sports figures, both players and commentators. Personally, I thought Gino Reda's Movember "cookie duster" was epic. Some notable dusters from the NHL included my boy, Carey Price, Cal Clutterbuck and Sam Gagner, to name a few. It was a trend that was embraced by everyone. I read somewhere that more than $21 million was raised for Movember in 2009, and one can only imagine that at least that much money was raised this year.
I'm going to state this for the record, and for those of you who see me on a regular basis, feel free to remind me: I will participate in Movember 2011. I don't care if I still have the facial hair growing ability of a pre-pubescent boy, I am going to participate next year. And I will raise as much money as I can to help support a very worthy cause.
To those of you who did participate in Movember 2010, I salute you. And I'm sure for many of those who did participate, November 18th was a great day, which was coined 'Have Sex With A Guy With A Mustache Day'. I bet you guys weren't embarrassed about your Movember lip sweaters then! ;)
For my useless factoid, I'll leave you with something mustache related:
The average mustache traps 72 pints of beer and 37.5 pounds of beer-related snack foods within it's folicles each year! Motivation to keep that Movember stache...?
Side note: for those of you who visited that "Movember Compilation" before reading to the end of this post... in your face! I responded to one global phenomenon with another - the Rick Roll! I am so 2007! :)
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Oh Danny boy
Danny Williams, the long-standing Premier of Newfoundland and Labrador, announced today that effective December 3rd, he would be stepping down as Premier of the province. To quote Premier Williams, "Today is one of those surreal days that you think about from time to time out of curiosity, but you never ever really allow your mind to go there fully because as you can see, the reality is just too overwhelming." While this may come as a surprise to some, it was speculated that once Premier Williams would step down shortly after settling the Lower Churchill project, which he did a couple weeks ago, WITHOUT Quebec.
*Side note: While I am a huge fans of the Montreal Canadiens, I am strictly a fan of the team, not their geographical location. Fuck Quebec. Quit your bitching and separate already. Vive Quebec? How about vive my ASS! There, I said it.
Anywho, one can't help but reflect on Premier Williams and the legacy he has left behind. I remember the election like it was yesterday. I was at a Fog Devils game with my brother, and after the game was over, while exiting Mile One, the election results were on all of the TVs in the lobby. I saw that Williams won and exclaimed, "Woohoo! Fuck Roger Grimes!" From that point on, it seemed as if the nature of Newfoundlanders and Labradorians had changed. It was if the good people of this province knew that positive change was on the horizon. Now, I am no political savant (see, one of those big words came to my head and I used it!), so I won't bother to praise up all of his accomplishments, nor will I chastise him for his failures. I will simply comment on what I know/think about his impact on our province.
I remember when he pulled down the Canadian flag at Confederation in protest of something-or-other. And that know-it-all at the Globe and Mail, Margaret Wente, had the nerve to write a column titled, "Oh Danny boy, pipe down." Good one, Margaret. It was nice of you to take the time to write such drab. HAVE you NOT anything better to do? We don't HAVE the time for such nonsense, as our unemployment rate is the lowest it's been in quite some time (like what I did there?)
Zing!
Back to Mr. Williams. As I previously stated, I don't know much about local politics, or any politics for that matter, so I can only reflect on what I feel about Danny's legacy. When I look back on his time as Premier, one word comes to mind: fighter. Because that's what he did. Love him or hate him, he fought tooth and nail for this province. His passion and commitment towards the success of this province embodies how all Newfoundlanders and Labradorians should feel about their home. When we had a problem, he went straight to Ottawa to fix it. And for the most part, he did. Almost immediately after he took the Premiership he announced that his goal was to ink a deal with Lower Churchill. Well, it took longer than expected, by by golly, he did it. And under his power, the province's economy has boomed. The revenue that has been generated through our oil industry has been tremendous since he took office. Granted, he did not put the resources there, but he has allowed this province to get a fair deal on the revenue sharing that has come with such huge projects, such as White Rose.
The only knock that I can see on the Premier's legacy are the many problems with the health care industry. He inherited the squabble between the nurses and the province, which in my opinion, will never be resolved. Yes, they are working now, but it's only a matter of time before they walk again. Can you blame them? But the issues that have arose since the start of Mr. Williams stint have been alarming, and have been left unresolved. The issue with the breast cancer screening was a huge debacle for this province. Mr. Williams called for an inquiry, the Cameron Inquiry, which after months and months, yielded little to no answers for the people of the province. And this latest issues with the doctors of this province, the scandal where those 14 doctors resigned at the same time, is a major, MAJOR stain on this province. It was noted during that resignation that a large number of doctors plan on resigning in February, citing that the offer from the government was too low and unfair. I won't delve into my opinion on this issue, because that's not the topic of my blog post. But for the record, GIVE THE DOCTORS WHAT IS FAIR.
Mr. Williams, all-in-all, you've done a pretty fantastic job of running this province. You've represented us well, you were a fearless leader and I speak for many, many Newfoundlander and Labradorians when I say "Danny, you will be missed."
I wonder who will be the next Premier of this province...? (Yeah, Kathy Dunderdale is the interim Premier as of Dec. 3, but we all know that will be very short-lived).
In closing, I leave you, my lovely readers, with this:
The verb 'cleave' is the only English word with two synonyms which are antonyms of each other: adhere and separate.
*Side note: While I am a huge fans of the Montreal Canadiens, I am strictly a fan of the team, not their geographical location. Fuck Quebec. Quit your bitching and separate already. Vive Quebec? How about vive my ASS! There, I said it.
Anywho, one can't help but reflect on Premier Williams and the legacy he has left behind. I remember the election like it was yesterday. I was at a Fog Devils game with my brother, and after the game was over, while exiting Mile One, the election results were on all of the TVs in the lobby. I saw that Williams won and exclaimed, "Woohoo! Fuck Roger Grimes!" From that point on, it seemed as if the nature of Newfoundlanders and Labradorians had changed. It was if the good people of this province knew that positive change was on the horizon. Now, I am no political savant (see, one of those big words came to my head and I used it!), so I won't bother to praise up all of his accomplishments, nor will I chastise him for his failures. I will simply comment on what I know/think about his impact on our province.
I remember when he pulled down the Canadian flag at Confederation in protest of something-or-other. And that know-it-all at the Globe and Mail, Margaret Wente, had the nerve to write a column titled, "Oh Danny boy, pipe down." Good one, Margaret. It was nice of you to take the time to write such drab. HAVE you NOT anything better to do? We don't HAVE the time for such nonsense, as our unemployment rate is the lowest it's been in quite some time (like what I did there?)
Zing!
Back to Mr. Williams. As I previously stated, I don't know much about local politics, or any politics for that matter, so I can only reflect on what I feel about Danny's legacy. When I look back on his time as Premier, one word comes to mind: fighter. Because that's what he did. Love him or hate him, he fought tooth and nail for this province. His passion and commitment towards the success of this province embodies how all Newfoundlanders and Labradorians should feel about their home. When we had a problem, he went straight to Ottawa to fix it. And for the most part, he did. Almost immediately after he took the Premiership he announced that his goal was to ink a deal with Lower Churchill. Well, it took longer than expected, by by golly, he did it. And under his power, the province's economy has boomed. The revenue that has been generated through our oil industry has been tremendous since he took office. Granted, he did not put the resources there, but he has allowed this province to get a fair deal on the revenue sharing that has come with such huge projects, such as White Rose.
The only knock that I can see on the Premier's legacy are the many problems with the health care industry. He inherited the squabble between the nurses and the province, which in my opinion, will never be resolved. Yes, they are working now, but it's only a matter of time before they walk again. Can you blame them? But the issues that have arose since the start of Mr. Williams stint have been alarming, and have been left unresolved. The issue with the breast cancer screening was a huge debacle for this province. Mr. Williams called for an inquiry, the Cameron Inquiry, which after months and months, yielded little to no answers for the people of the province. And this latest issues with the doctors of this province, the scandal where those 14 doctors resigned at the same time, is a major, MAJOR stain on this province. It was noted during that resignation that a large number of doctors plan on resigning in February, citing that the offer from the government was too low and unfair. I won't delve into my opinion on this issue, because that's not the topic of my blog post. But for the record, GIVE THE DOCTORS WHAT IS FAIR.
Mr. Williams, all-in-all, you've done a pretty fantastic job of running this province. You've represented us well, you were a fearless leader and I speak for many, many Newfoundlander and Labradorians when I say "Danny, you will be missed."
I wonder who will be the next Premier of this province...? (Yeah, Kathy Dunderdale is the interim Premier as of Dec. 3, but we all know that will be very short-lived).
In closing, I leave you, my lovely readers, with this:
The verb 'cleave' is the only English word with two synonyms which are antonyms of each other: adhere and separate.
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