"Worth Fighting For"

As I’ve been working on this 20-25 page paper, I’ve been doing my usual scanning of the day’s headlines and came across this: “Todd Bertuzzi suing former coach Crawford.” I’ve tried to withhold from commenting, but I can’t any longer. Some things just need to be said.

Todd Bertuzzi is an imbecile. I’d like to use a stronger word, but I can’t think of one at the moment. Writing essays will do that to you. It’s like your entire vocabulary has been poured into the paper and you don’t have any words left to use.

Anyway, apparently Bertuzzi claims Crawford’s negligence attributed to Bertuzzi’s infamous sucker punch which dropped Steve Moore face-first to the ice. A pile-up ensued, which broke three vertebrae in Moore’s back and has kept him from playing hockey ever since; he will never play professionally again.

Now, I have no doubt Crawford said something about repaying Moore for his hit on Canucks captain Markus Nasland. He probably did. That’s the way things work in the NHL. Retaliation is its modus operandi. But at the end of the day, it was Bertuzzi who CHOSE to hit Moore. He was the one who CHOSE to retaliate. He CHOSE to perform his own vigilante justice. Bertuzzi’s a big boy, and to think that Crawford threatened him to do it or else or that Crawford’s inference that someone should take care of Moore affected all of Bertuzzi’s actions that game is just inane. At the time Bertuzzi’s star was climbing rapidly; he didn’t have to listen to Crawford. What a f*cking idiot.

This is yet another example of how no one takes responsibility for their own actions this day in age. It’s always someone else’s fault. PEOPLE NEED TO START TAKING RESPONSIBILITY FOR THEIR OWN ACTIONS. Period.

N.B. – Why is Bertuzzi doing this? He’s in Anaheim and enjoying a bit of a resurgence in his career. I don’t understand the timing of it, either, especially with the playoffs coming. I sense some kind of personal vendetta. Maybe he and Crawford never got along in Vancouver, and this is one more way to stick it to him. Hmmm…

"Love Land"

My tummy aches.

I ate an entire Colossal Rolo Ice Cream Cake at Boston Pizza last night. Oy vey.

I was mad. I eat when I’m mad. And when I’m happy. And for every feeling in between.

Last night I was beyond mad. Livid is probably the best word to describe it. But, like usual, I stepped back, put everything in perspective and actually THOUGHT about what happened, I realized that I was actually disappointed. Not mad. Or livid.

It’s all a very long, ongoing saga, so I won’t bore you with the details. Let’s just say that boys are oh so very, very complicated.

Other than the above, things are good. Oh, except for those pesky final exams. I can’t get into the studying mode no matter how hard I try. The good thing is that I’ve come to realize that one single mark from one class does not my future make. I have come to love and adore 80%. Nothing wrong with that. Who would have thought I’d be okay with that?

If you ever have the chance to download the song, “Taylor, the Latte Boy,” do it. It’s a Broadway-esque song that makes me laugh outloud everytime I listen to it. Comic. Genius. I would love to do a recital of Broadway songs someday in the future because it’s repertoire I never really explored. And it’s my favourite stuff.

Finally, my thoughts and prayers go out to the families of the vicitms of yesterday’s unexplainable and horrific killings at Viriginia Tech. And special prayers to the gunman’s family. As one commentator said, “No parent deserves that.” I can’t imagine the pain and anguish of any involved. It’s one of those things that seems so sensational, that you can’t wrap your mind around it. Maybe that’s a protective mechanism.

Think of those people and take a moment to say “Thanks” for your blessings.

Listening to and love:
Alison Krauss and Union Station: “Restless”, “Goodbye Is All We Have”
Susan Egan, “Taylor, the Latte Boy”
Barbara Cook, “Glitter and Be Gay”
Kristin Chenoweth, Idina Menzel “Defying Gravity” from “Wicked”
Kristin Chenoweth, “Popular” from “Wicked”

Desensitized…

That’s the word I was looking for all morning. Finally found it.

It was yesterday morning, around 11:30, when I first logged on to CBC.ca and found that a shooting at a Montreal college had occured. And I really didn’t care. Hours later, only after having watched the news and seen the pictures of hundreds of traumatized students, some inconsolable, did the reality of the incident hit me.

Desensitized.

While thinking about my response to the first news of the shooting, I realized that it no longer fazes me to see that somebody has walked into a public area and opened fire on innocent people. It happens. Frequently. Nor does it surprise me when another bomb goes off in Iraq, or any other place around the world.

While death is an evitable part of our existence, the violent ends to the lives of so many people should be troubling and worrisome. But it isn’t anymore. It’s an accepted part of our lives in some ways. We know it could happen to us.

And while for a few minutes today I was alarmed when the door to our classroom opened, only to have it be students behind schedule, after a few minutes the anxiety waned, and things continued as normal. And so it will be with this latest incident, too. After all of the cries for stricter gun control and the advocation of the monitoring of personal blogs die down, we’ll go back to our normal lives, until the next time this happens.

Desensitized? Indeed.