After Colorado beat Calgary last night, all eight playoff spots are locked up in the National Lacrosse League. Half of the teams already have their seeds locked in as well.
16 April 2011
09 April 2011
Adventures in Moving: The Race to the Bottom
This week's adventures in moving concerns the inevitable attempts to get Ma Bell and Pa Rogers to transfer services from our current address to our new home. Ma and Pa, as every Canadian knows, are great when they're working and you don't have to deal with them. In those rare instances when you actually need to talk to them to make changes, it's scary race to underperform each other and thoroughly frustrate you.
07 April 2011
Look Both Ways Before You Run a Red Light
This is an open letter to the guy driving the white van with no company logo on the side. The guy who saw a light turn red a full block away and held his speed steady. The guy who took his hands off the wheel as he plowed through the intersection and gave me the "ooops" shrug.
You're welcome.
You see, if I wasn't one of those people who always looks both ways before I cross the street, regardless of the inviting walk signal (or in this case the flashing hand that comes on five seconds after the inviting walk signal), both our lives would be quite different right now. You'd be in a holding cell, and I'd be in a hospital or morgue.
Actually, that's probably not true. If I wasn't one of those people who looks both ways before I cross a street, I'd've been hit by a car years ago, and we never would've crossed paths. I've lost count of the number of people who have ignored the most basic rule of intersections (look both ways before you proceed). I realize, as a pedestrian, I'm invisible, but it also happens when I'm driving a car - other cars ignore me, pedestrians ignore me, cyclists ignore me, cabbies ignore me (I know I'm not alone here - cabbies ignore everyone who isn't paying a fare, and even some people who would like to hire them). Other people blindly fly into intersections so often around me that I'm beginning to think that I'm the problem. It can't be a coincidence.
So to each and every one of you who has been inconvenienced by me in an intersection, I'm sorry for being invisible. I'm sorry for getting in your way. I'm sorry if our encounter (if you even noticed it) made you feel guilty or contemplate how lucky you are. It's clearly all my fault ...
And also, you're welcome. It's hard to remain this humble when I've changed so many lives (including my own), but I'm doing the best I can.
You're welcome.
You see, if I wasn't one of those people who always looks both ways before I cross the street, regardless of the inviting walk signal (or in this case the flashing hand that comes on five seconds after the inviting walk signal), both our lives would be quite different right now. You'd be in a holding cell, and I'd be in a hospital or morgue.
Actually, that's probably not true. If I wasn't one of those people who looks both ways before I cross a street, I'd've been hit by a car years ago, and we never would've crossed paths. I've lost count of the number of people who have ignored the most basic rule of intersections (look both ways before you proceed). I realize, as a pedestrian, I'm invisible, but it also happens when I'm driving a car - other cars ignore me, pedestrians ignore me, cyclists ignore me, cabbies ignore me (I know I'm not alone here - cabbies ignore everyone who isn't paying a fare, and even some people who would like to hire them). Other people blindly fly into intersections so often around me that I'm beginning to think that I'm the problem. It can't be a coincidence.
So to each and every one of you who has been inconvenienced by me in an intersection, I'm sorry for being invisible. I'm sorry for getting in your way. I'm sorry if our encounter (if you even noticed it) made you feel guilty or contemplate how lucky you are. It's clearly all my fault ...
And also, you're welcome. It's hard to remain this humble when I've changed so many lives (including my own), but I'm doing the best I can.
That's why I call them the Goondits
The Buffalo Goondits are in town on Friday night for the Rock's final home game of the season. Tickets, I'm told, are going fast and this one is not on TV.
04 April 2011
01 April 2011
It's Friday Night in Toronto and You're a Sports Fan ...
It's Friday April 1st and you're a sports fan in Toronto. What should you do this evening?
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