Log in

Sep. 23rd, 2015


(no subject)

We didn't read the invite, we just danced at our own wake. All our favourites were a playin' so we could shake, shake, shake, shake!


Comment/message me to be added.


All of my super wicked awesome icons courtesy of iconzicons 

Feb. 2nd, 2011


Game 53: Habs/Panthers


Game 53: Habs/PanthersCollapse )



Game 52: Habs/Caps


Another Hockey Rant...Collapse )



Jan. 25th, 2011


(no subject)

I wish I used the strike-out button more.

Kids love self-deprecation, right?!?!?!



Yes, I like the Montreal Canadiens even though I live in Toronto. Yes, I DO have a ginger beard. And you bet your ass I own a fucking ridiculous flat brimmed hat. WHAT OF IT, PLEBS!?!?!?!

In the middle is my housemate and fellow member of brogue squadron, Geoff. And  that's the Ryan Kittel you've all heard so much about.

And it doesn't look like any of us is wearing any pants.



Were those the biggest ellipses you had? Well, fuck.



(no subject)

I think I've finally figured it out. It all makes sense now.

After the release of Pinkerton the world government decided that Weezer were too dangerously awesome to be allowed to pursue a third consecutively brilliant album; an album that would have no doubt conjured an era of world peace and everlasting happiness for all.

That wouldn't be good for business, oh no! So the government kidnapped all their loved ones and implanted bombs into their brain stems. They forced Weezer into becoming an opiate of the masses; sounds and lyrics designed to impede higher brain function, churning out a new album almost every year until they're old men, no longer of any use.

Then they'll all be killed in a tragic popcorn accident or some cover up nonsense.

I think this song is an apology, a secret explanation. Listen closely to the lyrics.

Dec. 16th, 2010


(no subject)


Shark! Monkey! Knife! Fight! Collapse )