But no, it's better to face these kinds of things

I wonder what the human fascination with lists is. Letterman, Sportscentre, music stations, online stores... everything has lists. It's like an ordered enumeration gives us... comfort? No. Something to discuss and contradict. They're easy to digest. There is some minor element of suspense. They let us in on another point of view.

I've had many great moments involving food, but the I've had very few experiences where the food was the defining element of the occassion. I've never had a great relationship with food... I don't really snack, I often just plain forget to eat even in the middle of eating, and I can resist hunger (maybe I'd do well as a vampire?). My top five food moments:

5. 1 pound of chicken wings from Wing Machine (90s?): For some reason, I remember this, because it was just so much food and I only finished half of it. It wasn't particularly amazing, but it was... plentiful. Partly though I think it's because this was a meal I ordered solely for myself and I would never do that otherwise.

4. Whole crab $8.99 (2004-ish): For my birthday, Keith took me to the special they had on green onion crab at a chinese restaurant. A whole crab to myself! I was in heaven.

3. Alaskan King Crab @ Fish House (90s): My mom was there, maybe her boyfriend, but I remember the crab came in these steel buckets. It was so delicious, and I think crab became my favourite food at this meal.

2. Live lobster in Vancouver (95-ish): This traumatizing meal is brought to you by Japanese people. I don't know which of my mother's sick friends ordered this, but I remember one of the aunties saw that the lobster, freshly chopped up into sections, was still moving, and proceeded to ask everyone to close their eyes and pray. I just kept staring in horror at the tentacles waving in the air, the legs slowly undulating. Even after the prayer, it was still moving, though with less enthusiasm. Even worse, it was the most delicious lobster I've ever tasted.

1. Crab legs extravaganza (2005): For my birthday, Nads made be like a billion curried crab legs. I had nothing but crab for like 2 meals! Just thinking about it makes my mouth water and my stomach feel full of crab meat.

The funny thing that I just realized last night (when I had crab with my godmother) is that I'm probably a tiny bit allergic to crab. There's always a semi-itchy feeling in the back of my throat after I eat it. But it's *so* worth it. Soft shell crabs, curried crabs, crab crabs... bacon wrapped crabs, baked crabs, boiled crabs... mmmm!

Zombies win "thriller" in SO

Last night, Dany Heatley netted his first goal as a Zombie in a 4-3 shootout win over their conference rivals the San Jose Sharks. You could not tell that the goal won't count on the statistics though.

"I just carried some speed into the zone and shot it as hard as I could," Heatley explained modestly. "I got a bit lucky."

The skilled 26 year-old winger joined the Zombies in a blockbuster trade that saw Sergei Samsonov, who had only played two games with the team, head the other way. The move was the last of a series of roster-shattering moves that surprised many hockey fans.

"I thought we were done when we got rid of Thornton and acquired Satan, but apparently management had some other demonic plans in mind," laughed Wes Craven (maniacally).

The Zombies had sent the oldest member of the FNG line, Jason Spezza, and the Offensive Dynamo, Nick Shultz, to the Penguins in return for the big centre, but promptly made a three-way trade to acquire the players back.

"It's nice to be a Zombie again. Less thinking," jokes Spezza in a light practice yesterday. "I was really getting attached to Moncton and I hope to never leave again."

Team co-captain Patrick Marleau looks to rejoin his teammates sometime this week after being mauled in the ankle by linemate Iginla. "I heard the whistle but I guess Iggy was just caught up in a bloodlust. The next thing I knew I was out 2-4 weeks."

"I don't know what happened," Iginla protests guiltily. "I swear I didn't do anything."

The injury-ridden zombies will be missing their top two centres next game, as well as Iginla. Coach Craven suspects foul play. "Some of our rivals may have employed some clerics to rebuke or command us. I hope the league investigates."

I think we're alone here, you and I

Here I am again; in my space. Why do I not document my life as diligently as I used to? I know it wasn't that frequent before, but now I almost avoid it. What brings me here now?

Sometimes I think of something to write here... something clever or witty I wished to record. But then, when I get a chance to do it, when I literally think, "I should blog about that right now", some insidious advisor convinces me otherwise.

There is a growing worry inside of me that i'm becoming a bit of an ass. I always mean to do or say things jokingly, but I should seize the opportunities to do nice things. One of the most effective ways to tell who you are is to look back upon the decisions you've made or the actions you took, pretend someone else did those things, and then ask what kind of person you think this phantom reflection is. Most people start the other way, from the inside, but it leaves room for self-deception. I mean, this process allows for self-deception as well, as any process that only involves the self will permit, but it provides an accurate compass.