How you know you are dating a Canadian hockey fan

You read the Sports section in Will Ferguson's, How to Be a Canadian" and you can spot a few inaccuracies and mutter to yourself that the chapter needs some serious updating.

My thoughts excactly

Tea

Have lost track of how much tea and coffee I've had today. Oh well. Time for another pot!

The first cup moistens my lips and throat. The second cup breaks my loneliness. The third cup searches my barren entrail but to find therein some thousand volumes of odd ideographs. The fourth cup raises a slight perspiration - all the wrongs of life pass out through my pores. At the fifth cup I am purified. The sixth cup calls me to the realms of the immortals. The seventh cup - ah, but I could take no more! I only feel the breath of the cool wind that raises in my sleeves. Where is Elysium? Let me ride on this sweet breeze and waft away thither. ~Lu Tung, "Tea-Drinking"


People who lose patience with repeated blogs about the same subject (i.e: tea), should probably unsubscribe from this blog as I have no intention on stopping.

There's a saying that goes "People who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones." Okay. How about "Nobody should throw stones." That's crappy behavior. My policy is: "No stone throwing regardless of housing situation." Don't do it. There is one exception though. If you're trapped in a glass house, and you have a stone, then throw it. What are you, an idiot? So maybe it's "Only people in glass houses should throw stones, provided they are trapped in the house with a stone." It's a little longer, but yeah.
- Demetri Martin (whoever that is)

Cafesito

Q's Legacy would be the perfect companion to the perfect latte but then what would I read for my bedtime story?

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If you are cold, tea will warm you. If you are too heated, it will cool you. If you are depressed, it will cheer you. If you are excited, it will calm you. ~Gladstone, 1865

Lament of an Insecure Blogger

Why oh why won’t Scott
Comment on my blog?
Does he like it not?
And compare it to a frog?

Maybe a blog I just can’t write
I should stick to flying a kite.
I know this poem is pretty bad
I hope my poet won’t get mad.

It’s almost a new morn.
And still I feel forlorn.
Oh Scott, if you like cheese
Won’t you read it, pretty please?

Oh I know why
No need to cry
He just doesn’t have the time
To waste on a silly rhyme

My blogging isn’t cool
And doesn’t help in school
He is there when I take pics
Seeing them gives him no kicks

Maybe someday I’ll create
Something he’ll appreciate
And on my blog he’ll post
Luna, I like you the most!