* Last week's snowstorm was a damp squib -- it snowed, but it didn't stick, except for that brand-new patch right next to my domicile that is now icy and treacherous despite halite. So I take this with cautious skepticism (and a genuine feeling of 'sick of this already'):
* Sometimes it's hard to be a fan of a professional league with no dignity. Hockey is a glorious sport, a combination of grace and skill and toughness and speed. The NHL is the best league in the world, skill-wise, but it has a frequently bizarre business plan. Desperate for the media respect the other 'big' sports receive, the NHL will do anything for attention. (Except, you know, not shut down for a season every ten years with labor strife.)
This year's abomination is the mashup with another media whore with questionable taste and judgment -- Stan Lee. Introducing
The Guardian Project, which has Lee 'creating' a 'superhero' for each team. And yes, it's as bad as it sounds. Nine have been revealed so far and they're all derivative and campy (in the uncool 1990s way, not the Silver Age way) and manage to be failures on both the comic book and hockey front. Seriously, read the bios. What evil, precisely, is The Penguin (who despite the name looks like Cyclops and acts like a cross between Iceman and the Silver Surfer) supposed to defend us from? My question, of course, is whether he whines at every perceived injustice like Sidney Crosby and Mario Lemieux.
* The True Grit remake is a really good flick. Who knew the Coen brothers could do something so straightforward and lovely?
* Three times I've tried to start a drabble request for Yoni and Ros and three times I've stopped because it's apparent they were/are sleeping together. So I'm moving on because nothing makes me more neurotic about my OCs than them having sex lives.