Happy Fertility Rites of Spring to All...
If you missed yesterday's Avs game, you missed a hell of a game. The fucking puck kicking Coy-dogs won but it was a close game and best of all was when Roy went after the ref and got thrown out about 10 minutes into the third period. Go, Insane Bowl Haircut Man! That ref was lucky he didn't have a chainsaw, eh?
And then Adam got thrown out about 6 minutes later when he tried to avenge his goaltender. See? Noble. Pure-hearted. Knightly, even. So not a thug! IMHO. *g*
Friday, March 29, 2002
Today's gonna be heavy on the visual aids.
Wrong way to score a goal:
Right way to score a goal:
Despite the early goal on Roy of the Ugliest Man in the NHL (tm), the Avs pulled it out, 3-2. Adam and Selanne went at it all night - it was an awesome game. The Sharks announcers do not like Adam. Heh heh.
In other news:
I have solved the mystery of the missing "A" from Adam's uniform.
The fuckheads gave it to Keane! What the fuck is up with that? Adam's been with the franchise since he was fucking drafted! I didn't see Keane out there giving Roy hugs and pep talks after the second (and last) SJ goal (a la Bourque). Adam keeps St Patrick on an even keel. For that, if nothing else, he deserves that fuckin' A. Eh.
Wrong way to score a goal:
Right way to score a goal:
Despite the early goal on Roy of the Ugliest Man in the NHL (tm), the Avs pulled it out, 3-2. Adam and Selanne went at it all night - it was an awesome game. The Sharks announcers do not like Adam. Heh heh.
In other news:
I have solved the mystery of the missing "A" from Adam's uniform.
The fuckheads gave it to Keane! What the fuck is up with that? Adam's been with the franchise since he was fucking drafted! I didn't see Keane out there giving Roy hugs and pep talks after the second (and last) SJ goal (a la Bourque). Adam keeps St Patrick on an even keel. For that, if nothing else, he deserves that fuckin' A. Eh.
Thursday, March 28, 2002
I should be doing some work I brought home. But H wanted to watch "the hockey show." That used to mean Game 7 but Game 7 lives in my coworker's basement for the nonce. She found the Stanley Cup 2001 video I bought at the HHofF and decided she wanted to watch that. Now she's dancing around screaming at the screen and waving her KOHO stick. (It's actually O's but, you know, everything in our house is actually hers and we're just allowed to use them.)
To drag this back on topic (clearly I'm not working on Powerpoint), my loathing for Forsberg has reached new depths. He calls Bourque "Borkie" and Sakic "Sackie."
Jesus God.
To drag this back on topic (clearly I'm not working on Powerpoint), my loathing for Forsberg has reached new depths. He calls Bourque "Borkie" and Sakic "Sackie."
Jesus God.
Wednesday, March 27, 2002
Poor Mike... :-(
Richter Suffers Skull Fracture
{{hugs}} to Colleen... and Mike.
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I am still trying to do the blogkomm comments so if you are trying to post today, things may at times seem nuts. At some point the index.html will change to index.php if, that is, I can figure out this damned comment doohickey. Robin came up with ideas on how to get around the fact that my server doesn't seem to want to default to a php so hopefully links won't have to change.
I had the comments actually working for about three seconds last night, or, at least, posting. I was tired and befuddled and went to bed when I started getting weird error messages. Maybe at lunch today I'll have time and patience to futz with it some more.
Richter Suffers Skull Fracture
{{hugs}} to Colleen... and Mike.
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I am still trying to do the blogkomm comments so if you are trying to post today, things may at times seem nuts. At some point the index.html will change to index.php if, that is, I can figure out this damned comment doohickey. Robin came up with ideas on how to get around the fact that my server doesn't seem to want to default to a php so hopefully links won't have to change.
I had the comments actually working for about three seconds last night, or, at least, posting. I was tired and befuddled and went to bed when I started getting weird error messages. Maybe at lunch today I'll have time and patience to futz with it some more.
Tuesday, March 26, 2002
"I saw Patrick fighting on the other side,'' Hasek said. "My responsibility is to get there and help my teammates, but I stepped on a stick a couple of feet from Patrick and I slipped down. I am here to help my teammates. I was ready. If something happens, I am ready for him any time.''
If, that is, you Fucking Waste of Space in Front of the Net (tm), your teammates will benefit from your astounding skills at tripping over sticks. It's not as if they're benefitting particularly from that vast empty whistling wilderness in front of the net that is your usual contribution.
There. I feel better now.
If, that is, you Fucking Waste of Space in Front of the Net (tm), your teammates will benefit from your astounding skills at tripping over sticks. It's not as if they're benefitting particularly from that vast empty whistling wilderness in front of the net that is your usual contribution.
There. I feel better now.
Monday, March 25, 2002
I am back... and if the erstwhile didn't tape the glorious Hasek massacre there will be trouble...
Hockey Hall of Fame... God, it's so *fucking* much fun to go with someone who knows who Kiprusoff is. Thanks, Beth, for putting up with me in my Team Canada jersey dragging you there (and then to an indie hockey movie). And for risking lynching 'cause I can't stop myself from making fun of The Great Ego. We made up stories at the Hockey Hall of Fame a la Rowan and Colleen as we were looking at all the historical jerseys. We were sure that you guys would know all the gossip behind them. But our made up stuff was fun too.
The Rhino Brothers. Currently playing at the Carlton in Toronto and who knows where else. Get it on VHS when it comes out. It was a very disturbing and cool film about the, ah, darker side of hockey obsessions and mother-son relationships.
I do have photos... will put them up as soon as I can (probably not until tomorrow, eh).
Hockey Hall of Fame... God, it's so *fucking* much fun to go with someone who knows who Kiprusoff is. Thanks, Beth, for putting up with me in my Team Canada jersey dragging you there (and then to an indie hockey movie). And for risking lynching 'cause I can't stop myself from making fun of The Great Ego. We made up stories at the Hockey Hall of Fame a la Rowan and Colleen as we were looking at all the historical jerseys. We were sure that you guys would know all the gossip behind them. But our made up stuff was fun too.
The Rhino Brothers. Currently playing at the Carlton in Toronto and who knows where else. Get it on VHS when it comes out. It was a very disturbing and cool film about the, ah, darker side of hockey obsessions and mother-son relationships.
I do have photos... will put them up as soon as I can (probably not until tomorrow, eh).
Thursday, March 21, 2002
Oooh, Detroit fan throwing stones from glass house... unlike Detroit's Fucking Waste of Space in Front of the Net (tm), Insane Bowl Haircut Man posted his 500+-th win and, this season, posted his 200th win with his second team. He also has four Cups, I forget how many Vezinas, and is the only player in the NHL to win four Conn Smythes.
He remains invulnerable to such taunts as these!
Your mothAIR was a 'amster an' yuur fathAIR smelt of elderbairRIES!
He remains invulnerable to such taunts as these!
Your mothAIR was a 'amster an' yuur fathAIR smelt of elderbairRIES!
Uh, thank you, Mr. Insane Bowl Haircut Man. I actually meant to point out, before he wrested the keyboard from me with muttered imprecations, that you note that Adam's name appears nowhere in the litany of Albom's "evidence" with which Colleen has graced us. Therefore, I say, he is clearly not a thug (he reads to third graders at home in Denver on a routine basis!), merely a noble-hearted, dependable, and fast-thinking defenceman playing the game the way Ray "May he retire in peace" Bourque taught him to.
(Insane Bowl Haircut Man made me mention Bourque, in my own defence...)
(Insane Bowl Haircut Man made me mention Bourque, in my own defence...)
The rest of the story...
Or, actually, the first part, which Mr. Albom failed to mention...
Claude Lemieux, puck kicker and agent of Satan though he may be, was in fact avenging a verra nasty and illegal hit on Our Hero, Adam the Non Thug (boarding, IIRC, that, as is so often the case when the refs are staring at the pretty colours at the Avs games, was not called), by one Kris Draper, if memory serves; and it was this act of noble and heroic vigilante justice which incurred the wrath of those octopus-waving mushballs.
But they're right about just one salient point: the ice is, by all accounts, mushy.
Or, actually, the first part, which Mr. Albom failed to mention...
Claude Lemieux, puck kicker and agent of Satan though he may be, was in fact avenging a verra nasty and illegal hit on Our Hero, Adam the Non Thug (boarding, IIRC, that, as is so often the case when the refs are staring at the pretty colours at the Avs games, was not called), by one Kris Draper, if memory serves; and it was this act of noble and heroic vigilante justice which incurred the wrath of those octopus-waving mushballs.
But they're right about just one salient point: the ice is, by all accounts, mushy.
Man. Not that I really expect anyone to get excited about Adam but me but here's my licks in. Note please the A on Adam's uniform...sigh But at least he's standing in front of Mighty Joe, eh. Sorry you can't actually see his face.
PS. Yes, Coll, I'm working on the Team Canada wallpapers. I'll try to get them uploaded today before I go to Toronto.
Wednesday, March 20, 2002
not like it's news but I have to vent... fucking puck kickers won. They pulled Thibault (although the announcer said it was more like Thibault walked) in the first period after 2 goals (unlike *some* coaches, who left Roy in for 11 goals... *koff*). Langenbrunner got one penalty I saw, gratuitous interference, which makes me think he's certainly found the right teammate in Scotty Gomez. Grrr.
Tom Fitzgerald's hot, though, and the Hawks are gonna keep going up. They *are*. C'mon. What is this, is this the pre-playoff blahs?
In maintenance news, I'm supposed to be working on links at the left, but Blogger's not being very cooperative tonight. And Robin, bless her, has a comment system in the works for this. Yay!
Tom Fitzgerald's hot, though, and the Hawks are gonna keep going up. They *are*. C'mon. What is this, is this the pre-playoff blahs?
In maintenance news, I'm supposed to be working on links at the left, but Blogger's not being very cooperative tonight. And Robin, bless her, has a comment system in the works for this. Yay!
Our intrepid correspondent, Colleen, has broken today's scurrility: "It's a vast and far-reaching conspiracy! A web of sex and lies!"
This all started in Colleen's 'blog today . As I prepared to enter yet another comment on the terrible, horrible, awful news, my phone rang. It was Colleen. I said to Colleen, I said, "This is stupid... we should have a blog."
And she said, "Dude, you're right."
This all really started last night when I realised that the A is missing, yet again, from Adam's uniform. It was gone in the fall, sure, he was out with the shoulder surgery and Blake was wearing it. But Adam came back and got his A back.
Last night Blake had an A and Adam didn't.
And I told the erstwhile and we both watched the rest of the game trying to figure out who the other A was, since it's clearly not Adam and Blake has one.
And we couldn't find one.
The erstwhile's theory, postulated today, is that the Avs have acceded to a request from Roy to retire that second A along with Bourque's 77 because the broken hearted insane bowl haircut man can't bear to think of anyone else wearing it.
Colleen agreed and further postulated that Sakic's in on it. Well, she's right: he'd have to be.
The erstwhile agreed with that and proposed that Adam isn't making a fuss because he either doesn't want to upset Mr. Insane Bowl Haircut Man and/or he's also broken hearted.
(The erstwhile also believes that the playoff song from last year was chosen specifically to outline the doomed love story between 77 and 33 but that would be scurrilous rumour so I won't repeat it here.)
I'm still outraged on Adam's behalf, doomed love or no doomed love. Eh.
This all started in Colleen's 'blog today . As I prepared to enter yet another comment on the terrible, horrible, awful news, my phone rang. It was Colleen. I said to Colleen, I said, "This is stupid... we should have a blog."
And she said, "Dude, you're right."
This all really started last night when I realised that the A is missing, yet again, from Adam's uniform. It was gone in the fall, sure, he was out with the shoulder surgery and Blake was wearing it. But Adam came back and got his A back.
Last night Blake had an A and Adam didn't.
And I told the erstwhile and we both watched the rest of the game trying to figure out who the other A was, since it's clearly not Adam and Blake has one.
And we couldn't find one.
The erstwhile's theory, postulated today, is that the Avs have acceded to a request from Roy to retire that second A along with Bourque's 77 because the broken hearted insane bowl haircut man can't bear to think of anyone else wearing it.
Colleen agreed and further postulated that Sakic's in on it. Well, she's right: he'd have to be.
The erstwhile agreed with that and proposed that Adam isn't making a fuss because he either doesn't want to upset Mr. Insane Bowl Haircut Man and/or he's also broken hearted.
(The erstwhile also believes that the playoff song from last year was chosen specifically to outline the doomed love story between 77 and 33 but that would be scurrilous rumour so I won't repeat it here.)
I'm still outraged on Adam's behalf, doomed love or no doomed love. Eh.
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