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swerve and I had awesome seats for the Bruins-Leafs game last night. I swung by her place after work, hung out with Cricket a bit while she put her face on, then we hit the T for the trip to the Garden.
Blue liner Dennis Wideman opened the scoring with a slap shot from the point on the power play and then rookie Blake Wheeler, taking the ice with his new number for the first time, added another PP goal two minutes later on a nice tip of another Wideman shot. Five minutes into the second Wheeler added his second of the game on a beautiful feed from Marco Sturm. I looked at the clock, realized there was still 35 minutes to play, and started wondering. It's funny, swerve and I had been joking about stuffing old hats in her bag to have on hand "just in case" so we could toss hats but still hold on to "our" hats.
In the third period the Leafs made it a 4-2 game and pulled their goalie with about two minutes left in a last desperate attempt to tie the score. With a minute left Sturm found an open Wheeler on the blue line. Wheels skated it across the red line, got to about 20 feet from swerve and I, and fired off a shot.
I'm pretty sure my hat was the first to hit the ice and it settled nicely on the blue line in front of us. I really liked that hat, but it was lost to a good cause.
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Perhaps both. I wear contacts. Daily disposable ones to be exact. I love them and am glad I made the switch but sometimes I wonder about them. And me. This morning when I put the lenses in the right eye felt a little weird. This is not all that surprising; sometimes one lens is not seated quite right or there's a speck of dust on it or whatever but normally it gets better by the time I get to work. This morning, however, it felt weird the entire trip in. I couldn't quite focus on the sudoku/crossword in the free rag that's handed out on the T. So I figured when I got to my office I'd pop out the lenses, put on my glasses, and go on with my life. Good plan, right? So I pop out the lenses and put on my glasses (that was, after all, the plan) and head to my weekly lab meeting. Except something still isn't quite right. Things aren't quite as sharp as they normally are. I spent a few minutes taking off my glasses and looking at the journals across the room and comparing them to what they looked like with my glasses on. No noticeable difference. I am, however, surprised that I can read the titles without my glasses on. I try to read notes I've made and they're little fuzzy. But the main point is there's no real difference between glasses on and glasses off. Now I'm starting to wonder what could have happened to my eyes overnight. Am I just still not quite awake? I got my flu shot yesterday, am I slowly going blind? Did somebody secretly replace my glasses with Folgers Crystals plain glass? The point is that something was pretty obviously not right. Naturally I did what any true man would have done - I shrugged my shoulders and forgot about it. So here we are 3 hours later and my eyes are really starting to annoy me. This is not just normal "I've been staring at Excel for too long" bugging either - I'm starting to get a little bit of a headache. So I take off my glasses and start rubbing my eyes ... and a contact pops out of my left eye. Ummmm. What? So I futz with the right eye and a contact pops out of that one as well. Interesting. Now I know I didn't have my coffee today but I'm pretty sure I remember taking out my contacts before I put on my glasses this morning. So to the trash can I go. Fortunately I've only thrown away a couple pieces of paper (I know, I should recycle. Bad me.) so it's easy to search the bag. And there they are - two dried up contact lenses. Very interesting. I ponder this discovery. I confirm that in addition to these two dried up lenses in my trash I have two freshly removed lenses in my hand. I'm left with only one conclusion. Apparently last night I forgot to take out my lenses when I went to bed. And then when I went to put lenses in this morning I managed to put new lenses on top of old lenses. No wonder my eyes were bugging me, I had two lenses on both eyes. And then I somehow managed to remove one set of lenses while leaving yesterday's set on my eyes. That's a pretty neat trick. But now all is well and they lived happily ever after. Current Music: Double Vision
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This amuses me greatly. Signs of panic over 'Chinglish' in Beijing By Aislinn Simpson For years, badly translated signs have had the Englishman abroad in stitches. But for tourism officials in Beijing, a city preparing for the arrival of millions of visitors for the Olympic Games in August, the problem is far from funny. It has also instructed the city's 4,000 unrated hotels to translate their names, service hours, room rates, menus and notices into accurate English. Restaurateurs have been given a list of the proper English names for the most commonly mistranslated items, including "virgin chicken" for a young chicken dish, "steamed crap" instead of crab, and "burnt lion's head" describing Chinese pork meatballs. For the full article (and more signs!) click here
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