This Postcard Land of Mine

This Postcard Land of Mine
Originally uploaded by stodmyk.

Dang, Canada's pretty. Every time I jump in my car, I pass by some place or other that just knocks my Canuck ass off.

My day with Stanley

Stanley Cup and... ME!
Originally uploaded by stodmyk.

It's only fitting I post this after last night, when the Vancouver Canucks beat Marshall's old team, the Dallas Stars, in the sixth-longest OT game in NHL history. Hopefully I'll get another shot like this one very soon, only beside Brendan Morrison or Trevor Linden, taken at, say, English Bay. Anyway, for the full story, check out the full shot on my flickr page.

It's a Hockey, Hockey, Hockey, Hockey World

The playoffs start today. That means important hockey nearly every night for the next eight weeks -- for men across this great country, I have to say in advance:

"I'm sorry, honey. The game's on."

Whaddaya say?

I keep telling my students to write, even if they don't have anything to say. But then, some dumbass colleague of mine teaches them the axiom, "Practise what you preach." So here I am, at the indignant behest of one of my charges.

Just wait, my instructional brethren -- I will soon enough enact my idiomatic revenge. Maybe I'll teach my class, "I know you are, but what am I?" Or my personal favourite, "Shut up, you hook-nosed bastard."

Whaddaya say?

I keep telling my students to write, even if they don't have anything to say. But then, some dumbass colleague of mine teaches them the axiom, "Practise what you preach." So here I am, at the indignant behest of one of my charges.

Just wait, my instructional brethren -- I will soon enough enact my idiomatic revenge. Maybe I'll teach my class, "I know you are, but what am I?" Or my personal favourite, "Shut up, you hook-nosed bastard."

Whaddaya say?

I keep telling my students to write, even if they don't have anything to say. But then, some dumbass colleague of mine teaches them the axiom, "Practise what you preach." So here I am, at the indignant behest of one of my charges.

Just wait, my instructional brethren -- I will soon enough enact my idiomatic revenge. Maybe I'll teach my class, "I know you are, but what am I?" Or my personal favourite, "Shut up, you hook-nosed bastard."