I am ehh, happy that I made the puut...

I honestly cannot believe what has just happened. My favorite golfer, now world #3 Padraig Harrington has won the British Open for a second straight year and honestly I could not be more happy for someone else's success. To quite George Costanza from Seinfeld, "I'm busting Jerry, I'm busting!"

I've also been doing a lot of thinking lately about what I would like to name my child(ren), assuming I have one or two which I think I will assuming I find a woman insane enough to want to be with me and I have come up with several options which I consider to be quite good.

#1: Jemaine (no, this is not a typo and I did not mean to type Jermaine, it's a new take on the name and one I rather like)
#2: Seven (yes, I know this is a number but think about how unique my kid would be, it's certainly memorable no?)
#3: some random Irish/Gaelic sounding name that I haven't decided on yet, possibly Liam or Fergal or Fintan (those wouldn't get their asses kicked in school right?)

I used to be really annoyed by those people who pulled out their cellphones and started texting someone but now I'm one of those people. I have truly become everything I have ever hated. No, no, no, but yeah, yeah, yeah...

Also, on the subject of Irishness/Padraigness, I was recently informed by my aunt and my father that it would be possible for me to apply for dual Irish/American citizenship on account of my father hailing from the Emerald Isle. This of course would be amazing and would save me from putting a Canadian maple leaf on the back of my backpack when I travel to Europe. So take that Americans who don't have a mother or father who was born in another country! That is all.