Girls of match dot com:
Lascivious pics I sent,
Respond you did not.
I’ve winked. I’ve wooed. In the end I boohooed. Thirty emails have been sent, but only one response. The only interpretation is to take this personally. After a less than successful Valentine’s night in Wrigleyville–the highlight being a young woman passing out while talking (more like slurring) to me, I swore off the bar scene and decided to try the online harem that is Match.
In all my years of watching hockey, I have never seen this before. Dominic Moore of the Maple Leafs (and brother of tragic Av Steve Moore) gets a shorthanded breakaway after breaking his stick. You can’t handle the puck with your hands, and you can’t kick a puck into the net for a goal. What do you do?
This happened a while ago, but I figured it would be fun to post it now that the issue has been fully resolved.
I was involved in a motor vehicle accident just over a month ago. It’s okay, all the people that matter are fine and not hurt.
What I received in my Reader today:
http://tierneylab.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/02/09/oops-make-that-four-forms-of-pure-boron/
Pretty cool, since the researcher mentioned is from Stony Brook University.
The clip on the page:
Stony Brook, science, and Conan. What a mix.
I was checking my emails this morning and received a message that someone commented on one of my blogs.
Pete, whoever that is, wrote on my Week One Report post:
Faggot.
Posted by Pete to Sleep Less. Drink More. at February 7, 2009 11:58 PM
Then, Pete had a stroke of genius:
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