Frrrrrrrrredericton, New Brunswick!!

Whatchya gonna do when Pat-a-mania runs wild over youuuuuuuu??!?

There is a possibility I may be coming to Fredericton to meet with my thesis supervisor between September 29 and October 1, pending her schedule.

This morning I got up at 9, packed up my goalie gear and headed to Lunenburg to get Bowlesy; from there, I went to the Bay where we met with Hiltz, wrestled with hockey nets and proceeded to play "10 Goals" for more than three hours ( Read more... )

We are never that far apart ( Read more... )

Today I am a man: I had piping hot Quaker oatmeal for breakfast.

And I might just do it again tomorrow.

Then, the day after that, I'll likely have cereal...

but the day after that?

You guessed it.

Probably more oatmeal.

Okay, so, they need to change the name of moon mist ice cream. Immediately. And it has to be something cool, like "Awesome Cream" or "Nebulon" or "Purple Haze" or something, because ( Read more... )

As part of my weekly duties, I'm covering the South Shore Exhibition beginning, well, yesterday, through Sunday. That means lots of animals, feces, country singers and other assorted goodness for me ( Read more... )

Yep...

... storm a brewin'.

I used to be an award-winning journalist, ya know.

Now I get excited when someone gives me a golf ball cleaner that looks like a pocket knife.

I miss being arrogant, obnoxious and outrageous.

It was much more fun to be one helluva bull in a government china shop.

I'm listening to Moby today.
I know, I'm a wuss.
Get over it - it's good music to write to.