Recovering from a scotch night, wondering why I’m up so early. Probably feeling crabby.

Yeah, because NHL players are famous for not being able to play through injuries.

I dunno. I just looked at my iPhone and didn’t need to swipe right. Instead, when I go to the lock screen it says Emergency in the bottom right corner. Not seeing it any time I swipe right.

At Sears here in Canada a couple days ago with my wife so she could pick up a cheap spring jacket, I was eyeballing the bizarre volume of assorted crap they keep on shelves in front of the tills, and this thing of beauty caught my eye. Even better, there were two of them! They certainly know their customer base.

I choose to remember the sheer joy.

Someone put the emPHAsis on the wrong sylLABble.

Ron Howard did a documentary about the tour, Eight Days a Week. They did a good job of lifting the music out from behind the mess of noise. And the answer is No, the Beatles did not mime their playing. Worth watching.

Came here for this and am not disappointed.

I have a great story to share about her. A former friend is a trombone player, and in the 1980s was in the Canadian military in Ottawa and played in the army band. One year when he (I’ll call him K) was there, Vera Lynn came through on tour with a small ensemble, and they used some members of the army band to top…

I for one find our new chicken overlords finger lickin’ good.

You’re in for a treat. As a head’s up, A Grand Day Out is the first Wallace and Gromit, and was initially a student film by Nick Park. It’s a little slow, but worth seeing. Next comes The Wrong Trousers, for me the pinnacle, and then A Close Shave, which is also brilliant. There was a feature film, The Curse of the…

I still cry from laughing so hard. My adult sons and I watched just a few minutes about a month ago, and when he realizes (SPOILER ALERT) the bad guy chicken is actually the penguin we all completely lost it.

I wondered. I think you might have gone the Too Subtle route.

I think the Plasticine Era would be better, frankly.

The year The Wrong Trousers won the Oscar, they showed a brief clip of the train chase when introducing the films, and all I could think was “Oh my god what is this why didn’t I know about it where can I get it?” That short film is as sublime as can be.

I probably should have thought of including a picture. So many are so good. Look at the size of that fucker’s head in the first one.

Even though a lot of it is pushed on by injuries, it’s about goddamn time they stopped picking the same arthritic names. If the teams won’t develop the players, the national program needs to give it all a push.

Dude, get the nomenclature right. It’s Mary Shelley’s Oliver Khan.

That might have been a tad premature. But at least he’s walked away from that and has been going at the English clubs ignoring their youth academies.