Thursday, June 16, 2011

Pigs fly!

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

What the fuck is going on?

Tim Thomas, you ANIMAL.

The Bruins are one game away from winning the goddamn Stanley Cup and my brain does not know how to process this information. I'm so accustomed (read: programmed from birth) to letting them break my heart so much earlier in the playoffs, like the first or second round, that being one game...ONE BASTARD GAME... away from the first Boston Stanley Cup since I was too young to understand what in the name of Salma dad was losing his shit about ...unfathomable. All they have to do is what they haven't done at all in this series - win in Vancouver - and they'll have done what they haven't even been within smelling distance of doing since 1972. Don't talk to me about 1990. Didn't happen in MY universe. Okay I'll admit I'm old - so I was alive, but barely sentient. How young is that in hockey years? I hadn't even started skating yet, that's how young.

Hell's bollocks.

On another topic, and new font color, I was out at this event on Sunday, and did not hear a word about the Bruins. An all-day music and booze-fest with my music-loving (and playing) pals and you'd think Boston didn't even HAVE a professional sports team at all, let alone one that's within a C.H. of winning a championship.**

There are many different Bostons, I guess.

I don't know. I kind of think that's pretty cool.

**Weird thing though, the bass player I was chatting to after the gig when a few of us went for a bite to eat asked me about English Football. Very strange. I was too drunk at that point to be very informative or articulate on the topic but I DID manage to squeak out that I hate Manchester United. What a world.

Monday, June 06, 2011

I can haz Stanley Cup?

.....early signs point to no, which I really fucking resent.

Wednesday, June 01, 2011

Something for the cute/menacing dichotomy we all share.

Here's some nightmare fuel. If this isn't the creepiest shit you'll ever see, I no longer know what to think of you. I'd like to thank Dennis for this, though "gratitude" doesn't quite cover the range of emotions I feel when I watch this.

After this performance, the doors slammed shut, the lights went out, the cages came down, and the children ate the audience.