Still haven’t forgiven HBO for prematurely killing off my all-time favourite series. This title sequence goes right for my heart’s jugular. Wait, what?

But don’t you love these hyper-specific content blogs? Every day you show up and get your fill of some quirky (possibly kinda fucked up) interest/fetish that, without the enabling of the internets, you wouldn’t have even known you had. My current morning ritual consists of: Art of the Title Sequence, 100 Years Ago Today, Unnecessary Quotation Marks, Katt-Trappa, The Sartorialist, Astronomy Picture of the Day, Version Tracker, 2010 Olympics Newswire… actually the list goes on/gets weird for fucking ever.

Some people think I waste too much time staying updated on my readsies. It’s not like I have to visit these daily, because like I could stop, cold turkey, anytime I wanted to, seriously.

I’m so down with these Current in-studio performances.

This is the drawing board. This is where the real shit happens. And if you’re a nerd you’re getting a bird’s-eye view of all their rad equipment.

Oh, and in case you and your mom hadn’t noticed, Pitchfork.tv just launched, which we can assume will put some quality action on the table, rubbing shoulders with the likes of La Blogotheque et VayBayEss ettttt VousTube.

Despite his indiscriminating appetite, Davey Donuts was a haphazard GM.

He wheeled the Nucks a franchise goaltender and he built up a bastion of a blueline, but that’s about it. Any rocket surgeon knows that 7 million dollar netminders can’t score goals and they’ll only get you into the playoffs every other year.

Anyways, we’ll be thanking him down the road for not touching the youth (hey-oh) when the future GM starts shopping for a legitimate goalscorer.

NEXT

Stop, drop and roll?

Two goals from Mexico that could easily be finalists for finish of the year. Same team, same game, something special.

And hey-ohhhh it’s Saturday which means brand-new Goal of the Week. Mutu? Me too.

Before I go, what the fuck is with Americans and flip-throws. Hey, guess what? You look like dinks. Stop it. I will hack you down.

Imagine going back to the 80s, sitting down on the couch with yourself and turning on the TV. Your past self says, “What’s the future like?”

“Well, some fucking guy made an Alf death metal mash-up and it’s brilliant. Oh, and you should see the Charlie Brown one too. So good.”

“A death metal saywhatnow?”

“Maaaaan, grow up.”

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