Of course the Bruins lost last night. I guess this is the sort of thing being a Boston fan of any kind is all about. I mean, it doesn't matter that they played better than Montreal all night. Or that they consistently had all the breakaways. Or that the goal that killed them was a bullshit, flipping, chip shot that bounced off the bottom of the crossbar and fell in. But they really had a shot at the cup this year for the first time in god knows how long. Not much of one, but a shot. If they had won, they would have gone on to face a well-rested Flyers which probably would have been the end, but that would be understandable. To dominate the first half of a series, screw up the second half, then come out strong at the end, only to lose to a shot taken while Zednik was falling down, well that's Boston for you.

This is why I should never pay attention to sports. The transient victories are far outnumbered by the overwhelming heartbreaks. Stupid Bruins.  ¶ 9:31 AM

  Khaaaan!  ¶ 7:25 AM

  I wish I could blame my recent tax nightmare for forgetting my stepbrother's birthday. But it's pretty much just down to the fact that I suck. So here's a haiku about it:

Blame not me, good friend
The taxman made me forget
Okay, blame me, sorry.

Hallmark makes an 'I'm a fucking moron for the tenth year in a row' card, right?

But speaking of taxes, since so many people seem keen to get married these days, let me point one thing out to my same-sex-loving brethren. When you get married, taxes will fuck you. Yep, fuck you hard. When you check that married box, you're saying 'I'd really like the government to ream me like a clogged drain' This of course, was supposed to be changed by our freedom-lovin' President. I mean, after all, he's talking about changing the constitution to protect marriage. Surely, a little tax relief for married couples isn't beyond him, right? (sound of crickets).

When Sheri and got our marriage legalized we got a little care package from the State of Maine that included such marriage saving items as a single serving Tide box, a single serving coffe pouch and coupons for diapers (don't know about the serving.) Now, if they really wanted to help us out, a huge red sign that said "WARNING! MARRIAGE FUCKS YOUR TAXES!" would have gone a lot farther towards helping our marriage than say, any cleaning product. I guess that's too much to ask.  ¶ 5:05 PM