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Written by SLC
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Monday, 28 December 2009 15:47 |
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A belated Merry Christmas everyone! I hope Santa was as kind to you as he was to me.
If you're wondering where I've been for the last few days, bless you. If you haven't (a far more understandable and altogether less creepy likelihood), let me just say by way of apology that a) a brand new 250GB PS3 is a very exciting Christmas goodie to find under the tree, but quickly turns into a cruel, demanding mistress and b) Assassins Creed II is the greatest video game in the history of everything. Ever.
But hey, lookie here! As I've been flitting about Renaissance Italy meting out swift, biblical justice to various dastardly deed doers (and the odd innocent passer by...oops...stupid fat fingers) stuff has been going on! Involving the Sens! And hockey! Who knew?
- CiCi has finally noticed what I've been screaming for weeks. Erik Karlsson is not ready for prime time, as he sits tonight against the Habs.
- While it's extremely gratifying to hear The Captain say that he'll put the team ahead of whatever delusions Team Svierge have of Olympic gold, I would like to propose that upon his return from injury (projected to be a week or so before the Games) he be bundled in bubble wrap and locked in The Bryan's closet until the Olympics are over. You know...Just to be on the safe side.
- No Alfie, no Giggles, no Furbligno, no TV. We still beat Buffalo. Go figure.
- I'm all for paying tributary kudos to the great province of Saskatchewan for putting on the WJHC, but what the hell is going on with those green Team Canada sweaters? You're just confusing the hell out of a shit load of sod pounders in the Greater Moose Jaw Area.
- Speaking of tonight's inevitable beatdown at the hands of the Mighty Mice (remember the last one?), please pay appropriately humble respects to Four Habs Fans and The Notwithstanding Clause. Consider it my Christmas gift to you.
I may, or may not, see you tomorrow. It all depends on how tonight's game goes and whether or not I can fulfill my mission to assassinate one of the Borgias in a timely fashion. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go fly Leonardo DaVinci's giant bird contraption over the streets of Venice before Beloved crowns my ass for yet another 3:30am bed time.
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Last Updated on Monday, 28 December 2009 17:01 |
And nothing is more satisfying than jumping off a rooftop and assassinating two guards at once.