In a picture, this was me last night:
And now tonight:
Oh and kudos to anyone who can figure out the title and where it comes from.
Also:
Halifaxlive is back up and acting like nothing happened
The HF writer in Anaheim posted her first Anaheim article
I have a lot of work to do and am considering going into work tommorrow
I need to do laundry sometime
I have great ideas and everything bought for sending things around the world
Ok, there’s this website called HalifaxLive. It provides news and political commentary and gossip for the Halifax Area. It’s a decent alternative news site from the Herald or the Daily News, and it’s completely online. Some of their columns and opinion are actually quite decent.
ANYWAY (more…)
Ok, here’s the story:
In January and February he starts talking about how he’s hearing that the players and owners are talking, a deal is imminent, a deal will be announced soon (does anyone remember that for about 3 weeks a deal was coming in the next day or two?) and keeps referring to his “sources”. The problem is, *no one* in the hockey world has any idea who he is. Not GM’s, not Brooks, not Garrioch, not Dupont, not Wigge, not even Kara Yorio have any idea who he is. But he keeps saying he’s got sources, and at some point some people in the hockey world decide that if he’s got sources, he must be legit and so they need to make contact with him.
Voila! Within weeks, people start searching him out to see what he knows, and *now* he’s got real sources that he can go to for rumors. Hell, I’d love to be a hockey writer – but I’d like to actually earn my way in. I don’t want to go around pretending I’m someone that I’m not. But it appears that’s exactly what happened here – the guy said a bunch of stuff, people believed he knew what he was talking about, and accepted him as being real instead of actually doing some work to find out if he really knew something or was just blowing smoke.
Never mind the fact that 90-95% of what he says isn’t fit to line a cat’s litter box – I think he was bogus from the start, and got legitimized because no one stopped to check to see if maybe he was bogus. And *that* is my biggest problem with him.
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He started a blog, made himself legit by repeatedly getting his name out there, and now he works with Sportsnet. All his claims made at the beginning were false, he admits as much on his new blog at HockeyBuzz.com when he says that his career had nothing to do with hockey until the lockout, going directly against his previous claim of being employed by various NHL organizations.
This guy lied and did everything unconventionally. He’s not even a good writer. And now he’s with fucking Sportsnet.
So I ask you, dear reader, knowing everything you know about me, how I have my own dreams, how I have worked hard for free to get experience, develop my writing skills, hell I even went toe to toe with Eklund on his territory a few times back when I was even half interested and held my ground, him with his fucking contacts and sources,
who’s right here?
There’s a global distrust of the media, it’s not just sports, it’s everywhere, the actual reporting of unbiased news has long since disappeared, it’s all opinion and party lines, slants and advertising.
Why should I work hard to be a journalist and have morals when I can change the name of runawayfuture.com to runawayhockeyrumor and hope that ESPN hires me?
Seriously, what the fuck?
This is a slap in the face, it’s insulting. Not just to me personally, but to anyone who actually takes pride in their work and is undercut by a weasel.
tonight was the first night in two weeks where I stayed home and did nothing. I think I even got some nap time in. I was supposed to meet up with Manders and Josh and both backed out, so I did laundry and dishes.
these past two weeks have been fucking busy. Like seriously, it’s been awesome. But tonight was the sit and ponder night and I need that as well. I need to digest everything that’s been going on. It’s already Wednesday. What’s up for the weekend?
Mooseheads game on Sunday?
Last night was decent, the Leafs won. I’m becoming a Leafs fan, if by default. In the end, I like the camaraderie and the beer and so I could manage going to the Oasis for the next 78 games.
The Lower Deck thing was a bust. I felt bad, because the girl who organized it obviously felt like a failure. She was wearing asinine heels and got caught up like three times on the walk home. I thought that was almost the epitome of her whole night, tripping up. I don’t mean to judge, I hardly know her at all, but at least she kept walking, and eventually she stopped misstepping. Her eyes were red when she said good night.
I have four letters to write, all saying pretty similar to the same thing, but all to very different people. Two are going to Anaheim, one to Australia, one to Alberta. All my pen pals live in areas that begin with the letter “A”. I got a hilarious card from Alberta yesterday and a package from Australia last week. I need to do some shopping to return something equally well done in both cases.
Does anyone have a picture of me? I consider myself vain, but all I have is webcam pictures. I want to send a semi-recent picture to a friend of mine who’s far away, but I don’t want to print out a shit webcam one. The most recent one I can find is me last year in my Halloween costume. Wow, thinking back to that, how much have things changed in a year…
To go back on some things, I promised I would return to from the last post:
A History of Violence -> Well done, I liked it. The plot kinda dropped off about halfway through and the last half was a bit weak and predictable. There’s some graphic sex and violence, so if that’s your thing…or not. I think a lot more could have been done with it, but I did like it.
40 year-old Virgin -> I expected it would be a lot funnier. It was pretty good, but Shelburne theater seats are uncomfortable and I was the only one laughing at some stuff. Daniel made fun of me, he’s a cock.
Seeing Peter and Joan was probably the best part about going home. It really is the moment that puts everything in focus. Like seriously, all the thoughts in my head make sense when I’m sitting in their dim living room. I should smuggle a tape recorder into the visits so I can look back on it and understand everything further. Peter reads my mind, he knows what is going on. I don’t even know if I can describe it. He’s the closest thing I have to a mentor.
I’m half watching the hockey game and I think it’s pretty ridiculous that Pierre McGuire would call a Canuck player the “monster”, impact player of the game when Minnesota is in the lead. It’s 1-0 and a player on the losing side is the impact player of the first period? Canadian favoritism… It’s 4-0 now, some monster…
It’s been a few weeks since my big scare with Hockey’s Future began. So far, no articles from either of the two who might be stealing my job. Maybe they’ll just disappear into the ether…
Also, SongMeanings.net has a new search box, using Google to reference all their songs. It’s the place to go for lyrics, but I don’t know about this search, I don’t like it as much. However, anything to make their site load faster.
Finally, everyone check out Opacity. It’s a guy who does amazing pictures of urban ruins or “abandonments” as he calls them. The Staten Island Boat Graveyard is particularly impressive. It reminds me of Half-Life 2. I haven’t played video games in so long, and yet I have so many.
I’m not hungover, I’m just tired because I’ve been up to all hours of the night drinking.
what a fucking week man,
First off, all my plans for last week went off without a hitch. I saw a History of Violence, bought some clothes and a video game. Got home around midnight.
The next day, went to a Keith’s concert which was solid. I didn’t really pay attention to Joel Plaskett, but the Trews rocked the parking lot. Then went to the Oasis and watched the NHL opener and the Leafs lost in a shootout. I left too early, missing all the fights in the streets
Then Daniel showed up. Anytime it’s Halifax + Good Twin + Evil Twin, tomfoolery is certain to follow. We lied, drank, lied some more, drank some more, had a good time. The letter B in Plan B is for Best.
Then it was home on the bus. Home, you say? Well, dear reader, home actually entails sitting in the fucking train station parking lot for 45 minutes. Yay. Anyway, I made it to Super Sable River eventually and even talked to the old man on the bus in the meantime. He knew a lot more about cougars in Nova Scotia then I did. No…not those cougars, mountain lion cougars…fuck…never mind.
Anyway, home was great. I got to go through boxes from the move. I found this old jacket Dad had in high school. It’s Adidas, it’s red, and the style has recently come back in fashion with the whole retro swing. Picture..kinda.. So yeah, now it’s mine. When it gets wet, it bleeds pink dye. Yay!
Went to Murf’s, saw everyone. Went to 40-year-old virgin. Drove around a lot. It rained a lot. It was probably the scariest driving I’ve ever done. I mean, I’ve driven in snow storms, and this was comparable lack of visibility. I survived, no car in ditch. Yay!
Went to Peter and Joan’s with Terri. More on that later? Also more on movies…
Came back here, went to Oasis last night for Leafs game, lost in shootout. Fuck me.
Tonight, another Leafs game, then the Lower Deck. How do I get into these things? Aren’t I suppose to work?
I have like sixteen thousands letters to write. I bought a new wallet (yes from Bentley on Spring Garden). I have dwindling funds. I want a digital camera. I bought cereal based on what video game was glued to the side of it. I still haven’t unpacked from home.
I need to find a shirt and head out. Visitors tommorrow…
More sometime? Between work and life, I’m really busy all of the sudden. Which is a little disconcerting, because there’s nothing more I want to do but sit and ponder some things. Oh, and play video games.
oh, and they taught a robot how to make waffles. I need one. NOW!
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