
The thing about hanging around with two-year-olds is that they bring every damn viral illness home with them from wherever it is that they spend their time. And so it goes around our place, as we are now finally shaking off the last vestiges of the latest bad cold to go to town on our mucous membranes. It was about a week and a half of coughing, and sneezing, and fatigue, and all manner of unpleasantness, generally speaking.
So, having resumed something like a sleeping schedule, and with a little bit of energy in the reserves as a result, I’m back at work. Let’s do more links, because I haven’t cooked up anything with a point recently, and I’m nothing if not completely honest. Part garbage, indeed!
Speaking of CFL bulbs, my homiez over at One Change are giving away an official, signed, Martin Brodeur jersey. Head on over to their website to enter the sweepstakes. Note, however, that it’s not something as cool as his official Canadian Olympics jersey… no, just his usual Devils gear, which you wouldn’t actually wear, because anything to do with New Jersey is shameful and you wouldn’t want to associate yourself with that. Suitable for wrapping your dead pets for burial or something, though, right? Maybe stuffing into a hole in your wall to keep the cold air out? Lining your new green bin? One of those.
Maybe the jersey could be used as a windsock in hell if USA wins the hockey gold.
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