The Two-Line Pass

I startws a new job this week so I probably won’t write any Good Nights while I adjust to the new hours. This is mainly because I’ll be falling asleep at 8 p.m. like an elderly woman (plus 5:45 a.m. comes quick to those of us who, like me, are accustomed to going to bed at 4:30 a.m.). I will, however, try to do some sort of post or two of non-Good Nightedness to make it up to you, my dear, dear readers.

If you don’t like it, I guess you can shut up.

Believe it, baby!

The post was originally titled “Oh no, it’s a moral conundrum,” but I guess that was a reference that no one besides me and like three other people would get.

Just in case some of you were wondering just what your particular levels of outrage should be re: this weekend’s plethora of dirty hits (and I didn’t get into the slewfoot), this is what I hope will be a handy guide. Best of luck to you all!

You can go here and read it.

I will say that, as of now, the format is still a work in progress. We’ll see how things go. And no, I won’t talk about UMass Lowell every week, or, probably very much at all unless they do something like win the league or the Lamoriello Cup.

A bunch of stuff about Brian Burke, and then some other things! Weeeeee.

I seem to have gone over the handlebars and careened into an endless abyss of stupidity, because this latest post at FlamesNation, about the NHLPA coup that went down on Sunday, just ended up as a bizarre mixture of odd references that, I hope, made some kind of cogent sense.

Notable things referenced: T.S. Eliot, the Cuban Missile crisis, the Simpsons, Georges-Pierre Seurat and the late-19th century pointillist movement, Dr. Strangelove and Bobby Holik’s contract with the Rangers (though not in that order).

Like I said, odd.

Because I forgot to post it on Monday like a moron, here is a link to this week’s What We Learned over at Puck Daddy. It was perfectly fine.

And then here’s a post I did just now for FlamesNation that, like all my other work everywhere on the internet, will be poorly received.

Have a good weekend. Shut up.

Best American-born player ever? Probably not. Most entertaining American-born player ever? In a goddamn runaway. So long, JR, you bigmouthed jerk.

More stupidity at FlamesNation.

I should be fired into the sun.

Photoshop silliness over at FlamesNation.

Can you tell I slept on my deadlines?