the Eve of Christmas Eve!

aaaaaah, Christmas time! Snow on the ground! Rosy cheeks! Hockey games!
Speaking of which, monday evening found my lady and I inhabiting two seats at the ACC to watch the Leafs get hog-tied and humiliated at the hands of the Atlanta Thrashers. Much more exciting however, was the mischief committed by the young hooligan whom came forth to toss a carton of WAFFLES ON THE ICE. Isn't that just fucking excellent? It's a big thing too, Waffle Nation. It's all over the news. I think it just rules too fucking hard that all these guys have to do to get national attention is throw some breakfast foodstuffs onto the ice of a fucking terrible (and not to mention way over-priced) team.
This guy seriously made my night.
We're drawing awfully close to Christmas, folks. I am somewhat off the consumerist ball this year. Indeed, I required some assistance in order to complete all of my gift shopping before the assigned date.
CONTENT WARNING: MOOSHY FRIEND PRAISING AHEAD
So the other day, a good friend named Katie came from Ottawa (well, actually she came from Guelph) to visit me. Her and I and another friend went up to the pub for a few drinks. It was a grand ol' time, as it had been ages since I'd seen Katie, having communicated only through high tech gadgetry you simply could not understand. I get on with her very well, dare I say she's my 'best' friend? I suppose I do, as far as friends can really be 'best'. You know those few friends you can pretty much tell everything and anything to? Well yeah, that's Katie.

For those of you who don't know, yesterday was the anniversary of Joe Strummer's Death! December 22nd, 2002, Joe died of an undiagnosed heart condition after walking his dogs; the poor bloke. Imagine that, one of the greatest songwriter's in the world, still relatively young, and just dies after taking a stroll with your pooches? R.I.P. St. Joe Strummer, you will be sadly missed.
Well, that's really all I have to say for now. Have a happy holiday and all that jazz.