7 June 2016
For the first time in my life I have watched not one fucking second of the Stanley Cup Final (and not more than a few minutes of the entire play-offs). Odd given my history of always watching the Final no matter who ended up in it. I blame it on British Columbia's climate becoming ever more Californian. It has become far, far, far too nice to sit in front of the television in spring being sold Fords and other crap I neither want nor need.
Mostly what I have been doing is sitting on the patio watching the back yard birds, drinking beer and thinking about how much I am going to enjoy having a dog again. Somewhere out there a dog has been fucked, is being fucked or is going to be fucked who will being joining Sonja and I soon. I am leaning towards naming the new boy or girl Cyclone.