I had a vivid dream this morning that I was the back-up goaltender for the Vancouver Canucks. By which I mean, I did not dream that I was Johann Hedberg or Alex Auld (the actual back-up goalies), or even some other random guy, but rather that I, personally, was filling in as the back-up
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(Thought for the day: how many people out there, especially on LJ, actually call them "carriage-returns", or even know what the hell that means?)
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(I may just try out this Rich Text thing. It sounds like it would be helpful.)
Not that all of you would have to miss a single rambling WORD of my essays, they'd just be...less of a gigantic text-anvil clotting up your Friends lists.
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I still have HTML tags in my brain lobes from 1996, people. That shit doesn't come out.
As for on-topic-ness:
I find it absolutely impossible to believe that you are not dating Canada.
Seriously, dude, if you want to find someone to date, clearly you simply have to find someone who is 1) as obsessed with hockey as you and 2) willing to listen to you rabbit on about hockey. How hard can this possibly be to find?
Start hanging out in sports bars. On game night.
You WILL attract the right element.
Or, possibly, move to Canada.
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And it did not escape my attention when I got into this the built-in advantages it might confer vis-a-vis the whole dating situation. Although, I'd like to point out that just in my immediate circle of friends, the guys continue to look at me as if I've grown a second head when I talk about hockey, whereas a significant percentage of the women have been willing to indulge the interest, including such things as going to a game with me.
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And I look at everybody like they have a second head, especially when talking sports figures' names.
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