Watched it live on CBC here in Canada because, you know, they cover the sports when they happen.

I’m sill seeing TV ads (as opposed to FB ads, which know me) for Altered Carbon. Nothing for Cloverfield, so they seem to be taking this in a different direction than the article might suggest.

About once a year I flash back to that ending and have a mini-breakdown. No way in hell it belongs on the Worst.

So I work outside. This week the days have come in between -20 and -25 Celsius, and the windchill today made it feel more like -45. I will note, though, that standing around or sitting, even if it’s warmer than what I put up with, it sucks.

This one reminds me of the joke, way back in the day, that if Stan Smyl got a breakaway the first thing he would do would be to freeze the puck.

That’s the one Todd McFarlane designed. Because why the hell not?

Gender fluidity before that was a Thing, I guess. Really, though: great fucking album.

Excellent album.

Tell that to all the international players with valid contracts who force moves when another club turns their heads. Coutinho had just signed a new one with Liverpool when Barcelona started blowing kisses.

Cyle is going to join possibly the best Canadian player (although no for long, since he’s getting long in the tooth).

There’s a tweet responding down the way that says the Northwestern women B- and V-Ball rent the gym, so they brought in the boards. Renovating at the university. I don’t know if that means the video is there for good or just temp, though. Maybe it’s the actual rent.

For Canadians of a certain age, this NFB film was standard school fare. But while most of my classmates chuckled politely and moved on, I never forgot him, and when I had a chance to see him in something I jumped at it. I remember my dad calling me downstairs because for some reason his appearance on Candid Camera was…

Was it a positive or a negative yell?

It’s “eh,” not “jeesh.” Sorry.

That fucking ending, shot on an iPhone. Nothing else so sweeping and wondrous in movies last year.

Playing softball during recess in elementary school, we were losing and the ball was pitched to me just as the bell rang. Pissed off, I swung hard, figuring I’d get a hit even if it didn’t count. Hadn’t planned on the catcher jumping in front of me to celebrate. I busted his arm real bad, and felt sick to my stomach…

In a barf bag on an airplane.

Brazil’s coaching staff had worked with Klopp to have Coutinho and Firmino on a page that could be transferred over to the national team, so I suspect they want him, even if only as a sub.

It’s not Billy’s lukewarm take on the game we want, it’s the ensuing hot takes in the comments section.