Don’t you dare ever change, NHL.com:

As a Junior B defenseman for his hometown Chatham, Ont., hockey team, Ferguson Jenkins played at the highest level of the sport possible without going pro.

The Times‘ Libby Purves, on the pitfalls of “right-sizing”:

For all our touchy-feely legislation, the modern workplace often still operates on a make-believe basis. It pretends to be its own planet, detached from the reality of its employees’ private lives. It protects itself with jargon, slogans, procedures and “professionalism”. When things are going well this more or less works: its people shuck off their private personae to become office creatures, talk the talk and play the game. But when such a workplace suddenly expels them, demanding that they revert instantly to their independent selves, they are as helplessly naked in that moment as a shelled prawn. Two realities collide and crumble. It is that moment which demands kindness, intelligence and a profound and genuine respect.

I am constantly amazed when I hear of people being frog-marched to the exit by security. It sounds so impossibly callous. And upon recent reflection, a certain irony occurred to me. The only situation in which security guards would be required to deal with me in such a situation would be if they had, in fact, been summoned.

Jeffrey Simpson’s Uncle Fred returns. For those who know the history, this is not good news.

Two non-Full Pundit contributions to the Full Comment blog: my latest thoughts on Dalton “Premier Dad” McGuinty’s adventures in young driver legislation; and my astonished reaction to Stephen Harper’s apparently successful attempt to recostume himself as an arch-enemy of Quebec separatists.

My love of Melburnian pop band The Lucksmiths grows ever stronger and more irrational—and it’s been plenty strong and irrational for a great many years now. If I’d had to choose a record to get addicted to mere days before getting shit-canned, First Frost, their latest, would definitely not have been my choice. But its medication is proving surprisingly effective. Streaming tracks are at both the links above.

Fans of my daily roundup of the nation’s professional punditry should direct their bookmarks towards National Post property, where Full Pundit debuts today.

This blog now runs on WordPress. If anyone comes across something that really doesn’t work—as opposed to things that are just half-assed; this is very much a work in progress, bear with me—please let me know. Thank you.

Let’s see if this website still works. Hello? Hello. Good, good. Now then. Y’all may have heard about some recent “right-sizing” over at the Rogers empire. Sadly, and very unexpectedly, mine was one of the positions they decided to do away with in order to achieve the correct size. Luckily, I still have this website here, and there should now be some activity on it for the first time in many months. Check back often, won’t you? I’ll get to work updating it to some non-ancient blog software, i.e. Wordpress, tout de suite. I also hope to have some exciting announcements to share in the near future—exciting for me, anyway—and this is where you’ll find them. And that’s pretty much all I have to say right now.