The Death of My Phone = Rambling PostShareThis
So, I woke up yesterday (phew), and reached for my phone to turn off my alarm. In the process, I knocked over the world’s largest glass of water. Onto my phone.
And, no luck on a “please work please work” miracle. It’s now fully unusable (you know they could make these things waterproof in nine seconds). Of course, it had my “to blog about” file that’s oh-so-crucial to running this blog on it, so it looks like I’m starting from scratch on ideas.
So, today we’re gonna get random. Hold on tight.
Oh, and one more thing - your punishment for me wrecking my phone is that we’re all going to stare at a picture of my cat for a few seconds……..
We call him Tyson for that badass face tattoo.
Okay, you’re free to go now.
As I multi-tweeted yesterday (and lost multi-followers for the personal life stuff), Bri and I finally have an official wedding date, September 17th 2011, in Huntington, NY.
I’ll now commence the self-lobotomy that’ll be necessary to a) plan a wedding without fighting and b) be a married man in general.
The wedding is so far away because Bri and I figured it would give Brad Pitt and Marisa Miller time to realize that they’re our respective soulmates.
And, for those of you who still don’t know how “we” came to be an “us”, here’s the story as written for Chris Botta’s Islanders Point Blank, interestingly, the first piece of writing I ever did off this website.
Bri and I hit up Sedona, Arizona on the weekend, and decided to take a picture to replace the one at the top of this page (the picture we took for that isn’t the one below. The other one is identical in look to the current header, only I’m gazing out at AZ). It’ll be symbollic of change, both in location and lifestyle. Not sure when I’ll have it up, so for now, check out this bad boy:
The NHL Draft:
Ahh, the yearly hopes-up-a-thon, where every scout, coach, manager and fan goes from being completely unsure about which kid has more potential, to suddenly 100% that THIS kid is going to be so much better than THAT kid.
I, for one, don’t watch/care about junior hockey, which makes me a horrible source for evaluating who had a good draft day and who didn’t. Like you, I’ll listen to Pierre McGuire and that scouting guy with the mustache, and decide if the Islanders KILLED IT or TOTALLY SUCKED with their 10 picks (second most!).
If I were the GM – and I’m not – I’d trade about a half-dozen of them away for help today. Having “prospects” costs money while they try to hit their stride, so lets let our top few picked players stay in the system, and trade the bottom bunch for a guy that doesn’t frustrate John Tavares. We’re sucking the life out of JT without help.
I’m pumped about Kyle Okposo this year. He’s about to become a name player in the NHL.
Jay Mohr was hired to host the NHL Awards. Here’s a Puck Daddy compilation of the times he’s made it clear he hates hockey.
Honestly, I’m okay with this hiring. At least it’s someone relatively recognizable, which is a plus for our teensy little niche sport. What, Vince Vaughn didn’t wanna do it?
Phoenix’s own Jimmy Eat World finished their latest album (though I have no idea when it’ll be out), and I’m pumped. No band has a more undeserved reputation than them, and it’s based on the one crappy single that got popular, “The Middle”. Give them a good listen to if you’re a music afficianado. While most of it is “on the bus calm down music”, here’s a great warm-up worthy tune from them (that I’ve played on here before, but whatever), “Pain”:
Oh, and I’m around all day. What’s on your hockey-soaked mind?
And for those of you that like chill music, heres one of my go-to bus songs…. 23