So, today is St. Patrick’s Day when we celebrate the Patron Saint of Ireland, you know, with boiled dinner and green beer, yeah? I mean, he banished all the slithering serpents from Ireland, so it’s fitting that this is how one would celebrate. Being not a bit Irish, nor Catholic, and I usually stay away from it, aside from the St. Paddy’s Day Miracle™, the mysterious arrival of Guinness in our fridge. However, I can tell you that today I will participate in celebrating our favourite Irish Bruins player today and Patron Saint of Perfection.
Not so fast, Dog Years.
Acciari…that’s an Italian name, you can’t fool me.
No, I’m talking about Patrice Bergeron-Cleary.
There is another guy, a former Bruin, who has a birthday today. Yes, that would be one Alternate Captain Planet, Andrew Ference.
Sure, he went to the Oilers and became Captain Planet at long last. This year, his playing role diminished, he was one of 4 Alternate Captains (but the only Alternate Captain Planet) before injury derailed his season. It looks like he’ll retire after the season should the Oilers buy him out, which they will undoubtedly. Anyway, have a Guinness or other libation for him, yourself, and everyone else today.
Happy 37th, Andrew!
(By the way, I love Andygrams. You can give me all the ones you want today, you know, because it’s his birthday.)
Ugh. I accidentally opened a spam email on my phone a couple of days ago, and some asshole harvested my email going back years. I’m getting mail-undelivered notices from all the previous people who sent me junk mail. Whoever it was forged emails to several folks from here, an electrician I used last winter, my sister-in law, my sister in-law’s sister in-law, every company I received an email receipt from, everyone who sent me junk mail… Thanks Android.
I LOVE this Photoshop! Much Irish, very wow.
Here’s another Andy-gram:
I’m gonna be spending all day proctoring exams and there’s this one kid whom everyone knows for being a pain in the butt in asking for extensions and showing up late to exams if not showing up to them at all. She was trying to get me yesterday to tell her it’d be OK for her to reschedule the exam. Not her professor. The person up at the front desk. She’s a real delight.
I may need a strong beverage tonight, and what great timing!
Happy St Paddy’s Day! It’s amateur night, really. We’ll do a lil Irish whiskey at home tonight, no way we’ll be out on the road with you drunk jerks! Oh yeah, Miami tomorrow! Just in time, a wintery weekend is ontap here.
I’m heading to Miami today! Bahamas tomorrow. I was going to stay in downtown Miami then I remembered it’s spring break and St. Patrick’s Day. Fuck that shit.
We’re staying downtown, Air B&B. Visiting Jo’s daughter and (drum roll please!)….. NEW BABY GRANDDAUGHTER!!!! She’s very excited.
Pitchforking a couple pairs of shorts (not shorks) , tees and sandals into my backpack (and some golf discs). Ready to go!!!
Packing summer clothes is much more fun than packing winter clothes.
Takes up less space too.
I started looking at new apartments and houses yesterday. Looking for housing and bad wifi causes me to be overly sensitive and stressed.
Ugh my apartment hunt last fall was the absolute fucking worst
Why are you looking for bad WiFi?
Good luck! May you have better fortune!
Holy shit. If the playoffs started today it’d be the first time in 24 seasons Detroit would not be in the playoffs.
Bruins still hold the record at 27?
Bruins w/ 29
I’m actively cheering for this. I don’t necessarily hate the Red Wings so much as I hate the media talking about their streak.
Personally, I couldn’t care less whether the Wings make it or not, as long as the Habs are out.
Oh, that doesn’t even need to be stated. It’s always assumed that’s what we want.
Habnots forgoing the playoffs is great, but beating the Habs in the playoffs – Divine!!!
Is it the weekend yet?
Tonight I’m running sound for a St. Patty’s show. Good lord I’m going to be tired tomorrow
Top o’ the morning, to you, Oyster Crackers!
Happy Evacuation Day!
Ah, Evacuation Day. Gotta love those made up holidays
Oh how I loved having the day off from school.
It is absolutely NOT made up!
Yeah, but isn’t it about chasing the Brits out of town with made-up cannons?
Real cannons, made up ammunition
As long as they had real cannons & real gunpowder, rocks would do the job as ammo.
And the fake ammo thing is just a myth. There was actual fire exchanged. The British just didn’t want a repeat of the heavy casualties they’d suffered at the Battle of Bunker Hill (actually fought on neighboring Breed’s Hill), so they pulled out.
I’m aware of its legitimate history. Doesn’t mean it is any less made up
Well, when you really get down to it, ALL holidays are made up.There are no naturally occurring holidays.
If they’d been smart, they’d have made tomorrow Evacuation Day, to give people a day to evacuate their stomachs of everything they consumed on St. Patty’s Day.
I should finish packing.
Just pitchfork some clothes into a duffle bag and figure out what to do with them when you get there
That’s pretty much what I do. And then get it in my head that I need to bring useless things. “Haven’t used this frying pan in months. I should bring it!”
I see you’ve filmed me packing
You never want to leave Papa Smurf behind!
There’s only one bottle of wine in that clip. Clearly not you.
18 hours later: “Why do I have two tubes of toothpaste and no toothbrush? ”
(This is why I gave up on that method)
ha ha. That’s great
I try to make lists but then I get so worried I’ve forgotten to pack something I take everything out and go through it, only to do the same thing a few hours later.
Where are you going? What have I missed?
Bahamas for a punk rock booze cruise. RIP me. It was nice knowing you all.
Oh shit, the Flogging Molly Cruise!
At least Sis died doing what she loved: being drunk and disorderly on a boat with a rabble of Irish roustabouts singing songs about the Troubles.
Let’s check in with my liver: “You’re going to do what now?”
“No Liver, you don’t get a vote. You will have the opportunity to voice your concerns though the formal hangover protocol following the shenanigans”
“And if that is insufficient, you may opt to invoke the alcohol poisoning clause in your contract.”
Oi! Oi! Oi!
I’d love to see the sign-up application for that
“Finish this sentence: I want to be…”
“Do you see your self as:”
Aw man. We just had a guy here get really hurt, not sure how but an ambulance had to come take him to the hospital. We’ve now had more injuries this quarter than we had all of last year. I’m now 100% certain they’ve pushed us past our breaking point of working safely to get things done in super fast times.
Hard to tell sometimes though, too. I mean, my own supervisor has been carted off and that’s because he just dropped in the hallway. No reason.
But it does sound like you guys are getting pushed hard, too. Hope he’s alright.
I’m hearing mixed reports that it’s from the electric pallet jack we had or something with one of the fork trucks.
That never ends well.
Turns out he was putting something on our box truck w/ an electric pallet jack & the truck moved off the shipping dock. He went down & the pallet jack landed on his leg. 22+ stitches it’s looking like. Could have been much much worse
Wow… that seems like the bare minimum result of the situation you described. Talk about luck of the Irish
Yeah when you said accident and electric, I was thinking the worst.
Did he get hurt at safety training?
The ironic thing is nothing in that song is actually ironic. It’s just a bunch of people having a shitty day.
no lol. Our safety training is an online course that we have to do once a month. It’s all “hazardous chemicals” “erganomics” OSHA stuff like that.
Top ‘o the mornin’!