It’s another travel day for me as I leave the US and return to the frozen wastelands of Canada … well, semi-frozen because apparently it’s raining in Toronto, which is where I’m “flying into”. Quotes around that last part because if it’s really raining then I’m more fucked than an alter boy in a Catholic church, and I’ll be lucky to get home in time for UFC 79.
But rather than leave you all hanging, I’ve decided to do all my writing several hours in advance and space it out over the course of the day. So if anything earth shattering happens between now and eeeeer whenever the fuck my flight gets me back to Montreal, know that I’m stuck somewhere in an airport stubbornly refusing to pay twelve bucks for wireless access. So you’re on your own. Can you handle it? No? Well too bad for you.