The third in our 118-part series.
Learning World Cultures Through Hockey
Just the way we love seeing about what makes our country special through local-area television commercials, we adore learning little bits and pieces about the world around us through the names and places of hockey. And we don’t mean the smug Jon Buccigross approach to internationalism (“Hey, isn’t the name Hakan Loob hysterical?”) or that condescending Canadaphilia some American hockey fans get (“Hey, isn’t the town name ‘Joe Batt’s Arm’ hysterical?”). No, instead, we’re talking about learning stuff like the most common names in the Czech Republic (but we’re not above laughing at the fact that Patrik Elias’s parents are Zdenik and Zdena, and that they named their eldest son Zdenik) and that you need a license to golf in Sweden. We may still be typical Americans who can’t place 5 countries correctly on a world map, but little by little we’re discovering that Finns love their sausages (thanks, Ville Neimenen), pilsner comes from the hometown of Petr Sykora (IPB’s Arch Nemesis) and that people in Alaska do actually eat reindeer (Scott Gomez’s mom’s speciality, apparently). And for that, we have hockey to thank.
Of course, other than the reindeer thing, our own team doesn’t do much to teach us about the world. Almost the entire roster this past season was American, and the most interesting name on the team was Cam Janssen (and that name is only interesting to those of us who read the Cam Jansen books as kids; we suspect Cam the hockey goon wouldn’t much appreciate us asking him to sign an autograph with the single word “click!”).

“click!”
Holy smokes. That kid character’s name was Cam Jansen? Wow. I bet those books sell like hotcakes in NJ now.
Yeah, I continue to be fascinated on different countries simply based on the hockey talent that they are producing.
My last college paper was on the industriousness of Finland, and was chosen simply because of Teemu, Koivu, and Lehtinen.
I love this about hockey. In Buffalo we have Americans, Canadians, Russians, Czech Republicans, Fins, a German, a Swede, and one of the NHL’s only Austrians. The required golf license in Sweden is probably my favorite fact, taught to me courtesy of Henrik Tallinder. (“I don’t want to brag, but I’m pretty good, I can play some golf. You have to have a license in Sweden, you know.”)
I’m so glad I’m not the only person who relates Cam to those books though. I’ve never heard anyone else mention that.
You need a license to golf in Sweden?!
I’d love to see the mug shots of people caught “golfing without a license.” Ohh, the rebels.
Being from Minnesota, all things Scandinavian make me feel warm and cozy inside. I love the tall, Nordic aspect of hockey.
I’ve eaten reindeer. Quite tasty, actually.
That’s why I didn’t get any presents!
CAM JANSEN :D
I liked those books. Although I’ll now forever associate Cam J with Kaberle. with lots of hate attached.
I wholeheartedly agree with Part 3. I did my International Business presentation (pretend you’re a diplomat of some foreign country and “sell” it) on Russia….
and i never knew that about reindeer. really?!
Cam Jansen! I totally forgot about those books… They were awesome.
On of my shining moments in German this semester was when my professor asked for things we associate with Austria and I just had to shout “Thomas Vanek!” You think him being a star player for the Golden Gophers would mean people in the Twin Cities would recognize his name, but, alas, I go to perhaps the most sports apathetic college in the nation, so no dice. I’m pretty sure my classmates just assumed he was a maker of chocolates and went on with their lives.
I love the tall, Nordic aspect of hockey.
Me too, Kate. Especially when it’s named Henrik Tallinder. Because he’s so talented, you know?
Hendrik Tallinder is totally yummy……and talented. :)
BGM, where do you go to school?
Henrik Tallinder is yummy. Hendrik Tallinder is a total doucherocket, I hate that guy. :P
In Buffalo we have Americans, Canadians, Russians, Czech Republicans, Fins, a German, a Swede, and one of the NHL’s only Austrians.
And a partridge in a pear tree. ;o)
I go to Macalester, in St. Paul.
And I never noticed until this playoff season just how yummy Tallinder really is. He’s so awesome that I have no other option but to declare Daniel Alfredsson dead to me for what he did to Hank in G2. Also, I never realized how tall and skinny he is. It’s like he and Crunchy are having a lanky contest. A lank-off, if you will.
I explained to my high school history teacher the concept of Chris Pronger and why he is a douche!
I’d love people to pay fines of “golfing without license” at work. It beats abalone fishing or hit and run incidents.
Okay time to sit back with some Supernatural DVDs, it’s $1 weeklies at the dvd place!
BGM! I somehow totally KNEW you went to Macalester. I wish I had just outright guessed rather than asked- that would have been much cooler of me. I grew up in Minneapolis, but now I live in Bflo.
The idea of a Tallinder/Crunchy lank-off is dizzying and wonderful. Maybe there can be a runway, a la Zoolander?
Also, I never realized how tall and skinny he is. It’s like he and Crunchy are having a lanky contest. A lank-off, if you will.
Hank is atleast over the 200 lb. mark although he does have a couple of inches on Crunchy so they are definitely both long, lean guys. Long, lean Hank skating gracefully and effortlessly up the ice… :::siiiigh::: Oh! I mean, I have a GREAT appreciation for his calm demeanor and defensive abilities.
Heather, you need to give Hank a funny moniker!
And I never noticed until this playoff season just how yummy Tallinder really is. He’s so awesome that I have no other option but to declare Daniel Alfredsson dead to me for what he did to Hank in G2.
for the record, I didn’t like that hit. but i hated the Nieder incident even more :X.
Now that I’ve come to recognize Tally’s Crunchy-esque physique, the nickname “Hank the Tank” seems downright dirty in it’s falsehood. Not saying that he’s not tough, but unless there’s a tank out there built in the image of a beanpole… it’s just not right. He deserves better.
Yeah, Kate, I thought maybe the complete lack of sports interest would give it away as Macalester, heh. And let me just compliment you on having a beautiful home city/state! I just finished my second year out there and I’m completely in love with both the college (despite the dearth of hockey fans) and the surrounding region. Mid-West people are good people.
BGM, I’ve never understood the “Hank the Tank” nickname for that exact reason. Plus he does tend to be a little fragile – part of me still can’t believe he didn’t break something on that Alfie hit. Someone was definitely being lazy with that nickname. I’ve heard Lindy call him “Tally” a few times which is kind of cute if not exactly creative.
Kate, I’ll work on the moniker thing but I’m not very creative. I usually just call him “The Beautiful and Talented Henrik Tallinder.”
Okay, enough drooling for one night, I guess. Off to bed!
part of me still can’t believe he didn’t break something on that Alfie hit.
In the seconds following that hit, I suffered a traumatic flashback to last season’s playoffs and Hank’s broken arm against Carolina. It was terrifying. And yeah, seeing him curled up on the ice, a broken bone seemed like a foregone conclusion to me, too. I was very glad to see him come out of it okay, though.
I’ve heard Lindy call him “Tally” a few times which is kind of cute if not exactly creative.
That’s one of the few Ruff nicknames I actually like. Even though I think it’s really sweet that he has all this affection for his players, the cutesy petnames have to stop somewhere. “Pommer” I like, and “Tally” is fine, but “Millsy,” “Petey,” and “Roysy”? Come on. Although maybe this is just his way of coping with the name “Lindy.” Everyone must suffer.
Also, I just found out that Hank is the heaviest defenseman on the Sabres! Wha…? Kalinin is the same height and almost ten pounds lighter. That defies reason! Not to mention the laws of volume…
Goodnight, Heather!
Did I say I was going to bed…?
It’s funny that you mention Millsy and Roysy because I started to say something about how much I hate the tendency to just slap a “sy” on someone’s name – the ultimate in nickname laziness.
My favorite Sabres nickname is “Yo-Yo” for Jochen Hecht. I heard Marty call him that once and now I use it every chance I get. Few things are more fun to yell than, “Way to go, Yo-Yo!” I’m also fond of “Soupy” even if it’s not exactly original for a Campbell. It stands out from all the “sy” nicknames atleast.
No wonder it seems like our D gets pushed around sometimes. The only one whose size surprises me though is Spacek. He looks like a pretty solid dude but he’s not as tall as I thought he was. I know Campbell’s a pretty little guy. We could probably use a little fattening up all the way around it seems.
Okay, now I’m REALLY going to bed. I swear! What? Don’t look at me like that!
Although maybe this is just his way of coping with the name “Lindy.” Everyone must suffer.
Lol, good one.
Finns love their sausages
I just cannot tolerate this racism! Men of all cultures love their sausages.
Tally-ho? As in, “I’m a ho for Henrick Tallinder”? Too gross?
I mean, “I’m a ho for Henrik Tallinder.” Henrick Tallinder is a total douchrocket. I hate that guy.
At least “Tally-ho” is a name I can spell without incident.
One day the society of Tally-ho’s will be millions strong, with 83 chapters worldwide, their own anthem, secret handshake… (screen goes wavy)…
To think this evening I missed the grand discussion of Tallinder’s new nickname. might have to think on this one.
By the way PP scored a goal tonight. Ok so she shot the goal and the goalie kicked it in trying to stop it….but it she took the goal anyway!!!
One day the society of Tally-ho’s will be millions strong, with 83 chapters worldwide, their own anthem, secret handshake… (screen goes wavy)…
hee. Henrik and the Tally-ho’s.
Good work PP!
I am so happy you mentioned the Cam Jansen-Cam Janssen connection. My dream is to discover hockey players named Trixie Belden, Flossy Bobsey, and Encyclopedia Brown to go along with him. That’s not my actual dream, but it would be fun, no?
My favorite Sabres nickname is “Yo-Yo” for Jochen Hecht. I heard Marty call him that once and now I use it every chance I get.
I have a new favorite nickname. Not only do I love Jochen (It’s a German thing, I think. He also has an adorable way of speaking which is either an accent or a lisp–I’m not sure) but I love Marty, too. Honestly, who doesn’t? Last playoffs I started a household tradition of screaming “I’m just Jochen!” (with a German accent, no less) whenever he had the puck, but I think “Way to go, Yo-Yo!” is better. And I think picturing Marty saying this will have me laughing all night.
And obviously Soupy is a classic. Along with Goose. Those two will never die.
I knew our D was on the small side, but I never ever would have pegged Hank as the heaviest. I mean, how is it that Dmitri doesn’t stand out as a lanky guy given that… I need to stop thinking about it before my mind blows up.
“I’m a ho for Henrick Tallinder”
*snort* HenRick’s Tally-Ho?
Margee, I can’t believe you just referenced Trixie Belden! She is my favorite girl sleuth EVER! I am your loyal minion.
I just read a blog entry that made me want to vomit, and I think IPB authors and readers alike will sympathize: Someone suggested the Sabres pick up Comrie as a free agent. Okay, blech. But it gets worse. Their reasoning? “If you like Derek Roy, you’ll like Mike Comrie.” Yeah, another Derek Roy is exactly what this team needs… /sarcasm. Okay, for all his faults, I like Roy. But honestly, one is plenty. Especially when the other is a little bitch.
On the other hand, this guy also suggests Tom Preissing as a free agent pick-up, and that I wouldn’t hate. He and Campbell could get some more on-ice hugging done. Adorable!
Wait I have a shitload of Trixie Belden books lying in the box, is it really good? Because I was going to eBay it and all.
If you liked doucherockets then you’ll like Comrie. Okay not really anymore but I’m still believing in it.
It was during one of Marty’s mic’d up segments so I’m sure it’s floating around on the internet somewhere. It was the night Jochen got in a fight against, I think, Boston. Marty was very excited :-) We make lame jokes at the expense of Jochen’s name too although our favorite is, “You MUST be Jochen!” I’ve never quite figured out if Jochen has a lisp or an accent either but it is very cute either way. I have a soft spot a mile wide for ol’ Yo-Yo.
As for Tally-hos… Well, I’m afraid it borders on inappropriate for those of us who merely love Hank for his skating abilitiy and defensive skills… but I suppose it’ll do. (Let’s go one-on-one, Hank!)
Not sure what I did with the above comment. Just wanted to state for the record that I want no parts of that little bitch Comrie on my team.
IMHO Comrie needs to disappear to someplace, never to be heard of again. Or at least somewhere I don’t even remotely have to be a part of. I’m sure his methods have their merits, I just can’t see them.
Sing it sistahs!
1. Mike Comrie will ruin everything he touches. Tom Priessing however, would look really cute as a Sabre.
2. Jordi, I haven’t read any Trixie Belden in about 20 years, but I sure did love her as a eleven-year-old. A few years ago I discovered that she is out of print, so be careful, once Trixie is gone from your life, you can’t get her back.
3. Tally-ho really is a much better name for Tallinder’s female fan base than it is for Tally-ho himself.
A lank-off, if you will.
I’m sorry, but here at IPB the correct, Project Runway-inspired terminology is always required. It’s a motherfucking lank-off!
I felt so ashamed that I didn’t immediately know this Trixie Belden, but after looking her up in wikipedia, it’s all coming back to me… I also find myself hoping a hockey player will come along who taps his braces while solving “there’s something queer at…” mysteries.
My hopes for Mike Comrie (at least the ones that don’t involve flesh-eating bacteria and a hastened retirement from the NHL) center on him going somewhere I can ignore him completely, namely: the Western Conference. Although if he ends up a Sabre, that means Pookie will probably have to relent on Roy.
It’s a motherfucking lank-off!
Between this and all the Arrested Development references, I think we watch all the same awesome TV shows. And based on what little I saw of Henrik at the fashion show for Crunchy’s charitable foundation, Crunchy doesn’t stand a chance. Hot, hot, hot.
My hopes for Mike Comrie (at least the ones that don’t involve flesh-eating bacteria and a hastened retirement from the NHL) center on him going somewhere I can ignore him completely, namely: the Western Conference.
Ugh. We just got rid of Sean Avery, we don’t need Comrie, thank you very much. Necrotizing fasciitis it is, then.
I have got to get myself to one of Crunchy’s “fashion” shows!
The motherfucking lank-off is a near reality. So close.
It’s a motherfucking lank-off!
The motherfucking lank-off is at the end of this video about Crunchy’s charity event.
http://www.wgrz.com/video/vplayer.aspx?aid=23099&sid=45173&bw=hi&cat=2
I must be the only person here who hasn’t heard of Trixie Belden or Cam Janssen. I was more into the Sweet Valley High and Baby-Sitters Club books (which, by the way, they are re-releasing as graphic novels. I had no idea the original versions were so difficult to follow they needed illustrations).
I also find myself hoping a hockey player will come along who taps his braces while solving “there’s something queer at…” mysteries.
I think that Pommers has a bit of Trixie in him. I could see him solving mysteries for the other guys.
I must be the only person here who hasn’t heard of Trixie Belden or Cam Janssen.
Nope, you’re not alone. I have no idea what they’re talking about. But the possibilities are endless.
I think that Pommers has a bit of Trixie in him. I could see him solving mysteries for the other guys.
Kate, I don’t even really know why but this seems so right. Pommers definitely has the “goody-two shoes, hey, let me help out, because something’s not right here, guys!” vibe about him.
It’s official. I’m going to my first Sabres game of the new season with a sign that says “TALLY HO!” with a big arrow pointing down at myself.
They’re making BSC graphic novels? I can’t wait to check these out! (I was still reading Baby-Sitters Club books — uh, ironically, of course — when I was in high school. LOVED THEM.) Did anyone here read those Linda Craig books, with her superhorse Amber?
Grace, I don’t think it’s really fair for one conference to be stuck with Avery, Comrie, Emery and Darcy Tucker. So you can take your pick which one of them you want, just so we can restore the balance! (Oh, and bonus IPBucks for the “necrotizing fasciitis” thing.)
Amy also gets bonus IPBucks for the link to Crunchy’s fashion show. I can’t tell you all how much I agonized (and suffered merciless taunting) when I first heard he was doing a fashion show. I kept imagining him participating in something like the early-season events on ANTM. But it all kind of turned out relatively charming, in as much as Crunchy is ever charming.
And tons of bonus IPBucks to Dreamy Hank Tallinder. For not being a doucherocket like his brothers Hendrik and Henrick, and for being dreamy.
Pommers definitely has the “goody-two shoes, hey, let me help out, because something’s not right here, guys!” vibe about him.
We’ve always thought he looked just like our neighbor’s labradoodle puppy. But a little more vapid. (Don’t get me wrong. We luuuurve Pommers/Pommie. But boyfriend seems crazy vapid.)
Oh, and Heather, I’ll be be looking for that TALLY HO sign.
I remember being secretly really freaked out by the “There’s Something Queer Going on at the Lemonade Stand”; I don’t know if it was the style of illustrations or what, but the books always felt strangely off. Of course, that didn’t keep me from reading them over and over again anyway.
I love that everyone else here remembered the real Cam Jansen. One of my first good experiences at being a librarian was helping this really frazzled dad who was trying to get his daughter to finish her book report. I saw she was doing the report on Cam Jansen and I said, “Whoa, Cam Jansen! I loved those books when I was a kid!” And the dad looked at me like I was crazy and said doubtfully, “Really? You’ve heard of this book?” I said, “Sure! Those books are classics!” He considered it for a second, then looked at his kid, then back and me… and slowly a giant grin crossed his face. Instead of looking really annoyed that he had to do this stupid project, he looked really proud that his kid was reading. It was one of the rare warm and fuzzy moments, and it was all thanks to Cam Jansen. If only the hockey Cam Janssen was ever even remotely warm, fuzzy, or, I don’t know, decent at playing hockey?!?
As for Tally-Ho as a nickname, I vote to change all the “-sy” suffixes to ho. “Mill-ho”, “Roy-ho”, “Pomm-ho”. The moment I knew hockey nicknames were shifting into lameassed territory was when Gomez joined the Devils and was called “Gomer” instead of “GoGo”. It’s been all downhill since.
I’m going to my first Sabres game of the new season with a sign that says “TALLY HO!” with a big arrow pointing down at myself.
It’ll be like Earl Spotting. Lotsa fun.
We’ve always thought he looked just like our neighbor’s labradoodle puppy.
That’s it, I’m renaming my sister’s Pomeranian Pominville. I’ll be murdered in my sleep, but it’ll be worth it.
So which is worse: reading that your team is going after Comrie or that your team is going after Yashin? I think I’ll say Comrie, just because the only report I heard about Yashin coming to the Devils was courtesy Stan “Crazy, Crazy Douchecrotchet” Fischler.
Ack! I can’t access the fashion show on my mac. Dammit!
Also, in my minds eye, Pommers totally has braces. I can literally see him tapping his braces. He’s got big metal braces, right?
Yes he is vapid, but also sweet and helpful. I bet Crunchy sends him on all sorts of semi-gay mystery type errands.
Mags, we have totally already agreed that our next cat is going to be Pominville!
I vote hearing you’re getting Comrie is worse than Yashin, because Yashin won’t have the giant contract weighing him down (and won’t be given a C he can’t handle, and won’t be expected to be the team’s best player) wherever he ends up this time around. Comrie can’t ever escape being the little bitch. It’s just in his blood. (And “crazy, crazy douchecrotchet”? Pookie, you amaze me sometimes.)
Yashin isn’t really Comrie level a doucherocket is he? He’s just an underachiever.
Kate, me neither! I’ve gone through all the browsers I have and nothing works. Boo!
Comrie is worse. Yashin I can deal with, he just needs to be left alone for a little bit. But there is not cure for the way Comrie is an asshole. Schnookie is right, it’s simply in his genetic make-up.
So which is worse: reading that your team is going after Comrie or that your team is going after Yashin?
reading that yashin wanted to play for the habs yesterday left me sobbing in a fetal position. yes, i’m that scared… but i suppose which is the greater evil depends on the team…
this site is crazy! it’s like being in 8th grade all over again and finding all the cool kids hanging out behind the vietnamese restaurant, skateboarding and smoking unfiltered cigarettes.
can i loiter too? or is it by invitation only?
Schnookie, I wish I could retort with a list of current Western Conference jerks, but pretty much the only regular season hockey I watched was Bruins hockey (painful painful painful), so I’ll wait for a-oil or Earl to chime in later. I wonder if I can use my IPBucks to pay for Center Ice next season.
Stan “Crazy, Crazy Douchecrotchet” Fischler.
Priceless.
Or even better, Crunchy tricks Pommers into running his soul-sucking errands by giving the errands names like, “The Mystery of the Missing Gorp.” Poor little Pommers ends up grocery shopping for Crunchy because he thinks he’s sleuthing.
can i loiter too? or is it by invitation only?
Come on in. We’re pretty harmless.
I actually can’t access the fashion show on my computer either, but I’m assuming it’s because I’m at work. But if it’s the video I’m thinking of, it’s so darling! (In as much as Crunchy is ever darling, of course.)
I am quite tickled now at the thought of Crunchy having all kinds of mysteries that need solving, and Pommie eagerly doing the braces-tapping and sleuthing tasks for him, freeing up Crunchy’s time for driving around buying stuff and sitting on his couch and strumming.
I am quite tickled now at the thought of Crunchy having all kinds of mysteries that need solving, and Pommie eagerly doing the braces-tapping and sleuthing tasks for him, freeing up Crunchy’s time for driving around buying stuff and sitting on his couch and strumming.
Me too, Schnookie. This is definitely going to be a secondary plot line in my interpretive dance rendition of Chasing Sidney.
Whoa, I’m listening to NHL Live, and they just mentioned that the NHL awards show is tomorrow! Already? IPB, are you ready for this?
this site is crazy! it’s like being in 8th grade all over again and finding all the cool kids hanging out behind the vietnamese restaurant, skateboarding and smoking unfiltered cigarettes.
can i loiter too? or is it by invitation only?
With that kind of flattery, E, you’re more than welcome to loiter with us!
Kate, “The Mystery Of The Missing Gorp” just won the “Comment That Made Schn. Laugh Out Loud The Hardest” Award. (Especially because now I’m imagining Pommie all proudly bringing Crunchy the gorp and being like, “It wasn’t easy, but I tracked it down!” and Crunchy stifles his single, dry cough of laughter and condescends, “Wow, you really are quite the little Sherlock, aren’t you?” and Pommie wriggles and beams like the labradoodle he is.)
can i loiter too? or is it by invitation only?
Come on in! The more, the merrier. Also, the more you make it sound like 8th grade was a fun and sexy time, rather than the unpopular nerdfest it actually was, the better!
This is definitely going to be a secondary plot line in my interpretive dance rendition of Chasing Sidney.
This sort of dance. Because I’ll come see it if it is.
Pleeeeeeeaaaaase liveblog the awards show. Please?
Already? IPB, are you ready for this?
Grace, we were born ready.
Already? IPB, are you ready for this?
I’ve been having a bit of a tough week at work and the only thing keeping me going (other than reading the wonderful comments here when I should be working, of course) is the promise of live-blogging the awards. I keep trying to remind myself that the last time I watched them I wanted to sink into the floor and disappear (which, in the house I was living in at the time wouldn’t have been hard, as it was just sub-flooring with holes you could look through into the basement) with embarrassment over how lame the show is, but the excitement is there nonetheless.
Oh, happy wiggly Pommerdoodle, unwittingly doing CrankyCrunchy’s bidding, I love you!
reading that yashin wanted to play for the habs yesterday left me sobbing in a fetal position. yes, i’m that scared… but i suppose which is the greater evil depends on the team…
I don’t know…Yashin and Kovalev…the dichotomy between talent and effort level would be pretty mind blowing.
I, for one, haven’t forgotten about The 2003 NHL Awards Show Debacle. Never forget.
I can’t wait for your re-cap!
to go back to an earlier topic (since i only remember the encyclopedia brown mysteries, and all i remember about them was one where he somehow solved something by knowing that the only english word with three consecutive pairs of double letters is ‘bookkeeper’), the thing that scares me about yashin is that, in combination with kovalev, the habs’ dressing room is going to be like backstage at a concert featuring the world’s most demanding divas.
yashin: [to a trainer] i told you! i can’t work without tropical skittles! not ordinary skittles, tropical skittles! in a crystal bowl! plastic ruins the flavor! and take out all mango ones! artificial mango flavoring makes me gassy! no no no- those are the passion fruit ones! leave the passion fruit ones! are you trying to torture me? [breaks down in tears]
kovalev: [hugging yashin] there, there, i know, they just don’t understand. [to the trainer] for god’s sake, man, how do you expect him to play with the wrong skittles? have you no compassion?
At this rate, I’m beginning to think that Crunchy said in that interview “You can’t just drive around sluething stuff, you know” and I only thought he said “buying stuff”.
Crunchy, this world’s PIs worst nightmare.
E, your exchange with Yashin and Kovalev about the Skittles is brilliant, but you left out the part where, having hugged Yashin, Kovalev falls to the floor feigning having several broken ribs.
P&S, my humblest apologies. I’ll never doubt again.
E: I totally remember that Encyclopedia Brown “bookkeeper” mystery! And “artificial mango flavoring makes me gassy!” Welcome to IPB!
the habs’ dressing room is going to be like backstage at a concert featuring the world’s most demanding divas.
E, you’re so right! I spent a summer interning at the Santa Fe Opera, and there was one soprano who demanded that when she came off-stage, her stagehand would immediately hand her a lozenge. If she was just going to be off-stage for a moment or two, she would take the lozenge, suck on it a bit, take it out of her mouth and hand it to the stagehand who was then expected to hang on to it until the soprano came back. The stagehand rigged some sort of lozenge-tape contraption to afix it to her shirt collar so she wouldn’t lose it and face the wrath of the soprano. Anyway, long story short, I’m now imagine Yahsin handing some half-chewed passion fruit Skittle to a trainer as he goes over the boards for a shift, expecting to get that same Skittle handed back to him when he returns.
I think of Encyclopedia Brown every time I pour ketchup, because he once won a bet in school cafeteria that he could pour ketchup faster than some doofusy guy, and did so by shaking the bottle first. I am now a very proficient ketchup pourer, thanks entirely to Encyclopedia.
I’m now imagine Yahsin handing some half-chewed passion fruit Skittle to a trainer as he goes over the boards for a shift, expecting to get that same Skittle handed back to him when he returns.
I am now desperately hoping Yashin does end up a Devil, just so he can find out what it’s like to have to hold Marty’s half-chewed Skittles.
I am now desperately hoping Yashin does end up a Devil, just so he can find out what it’s like to have to hold Marty’s half-chewed Skittles.
Ooooh, burn! BURN!
If I were the stagehand, I’d substitute the lozenge with one that I had sucked on. Every time. And just smile blithely as I watched the diva pop it into her mouth.
some doofusy guy
Bugs Meany!
the only english word with three consecutive pairs of double letters is ‘bookkeeper’
Oh, E, why did you have to bring up such a glorious memory?
“How could she not have known the answer to that question–she IS a bookkeeper! More dessert, please.”
Earl, if i were in a position to be a fussy primadonna, that is exactly the sort of snack food demand I would make. Tropical skittle are delicious.
Pookie, my nerdy classical musician self has no choice but to ask,…do you remember the name of that lozenge-needing soprano? :)
Kovalev falls to the floor feigning having several broken ribs.
oh no, that’s more of a ribeiro-thing. kovalev would just grimace slightly, play miserably for 3 games, and then come out with a snarky interview wherein he rips carbonneau for failing to notice his hug-induced injuries, even though he’s been strong enough to play through them uncomplaining, even risking further damage from having to hug teammates post-goal. after this he’d put himself on injured reserve for a month.
Earl, if i were in a position to be a fussy primadonna, that is exactly the sort of snack food demand I would make.
Don’t get confused now. E is not the same as Earl Sleek. E is a much better writer, whereas Sleek just roots for a better team :)
“How could she not have known the answer to that question–she IS a bookkeeper! More dessert, please.”
Oh my God, I totally remember that now!
E, you’re killing me! Too funny!
Oops, my apologies E!
His teams a cup and suddenly he’s all high and mighty. Pah.
I can no longer enjoy poorly acted television dramas because Encyclopedia Brown taught me that tears only come out of the inner corner of the cryer’s eye. If if comes out of the outer corner, it’s a big FAKE TEAR.
sleek, you’re a beautiful writer. you’re pahlsson poem makes me tear up every time…
now i’m going to spend all afternoon thinking about pre-adolescent fiction. there was another series of kiddie-mysteries that i used to read, they were on the library shelf right down from the encyclopedia brown ones, but they featured a team of kids and were more in the scooby-doo vein. i’m sure there was one about a mummy… does anyone else remember those?
Kate: Me too!
Does anyone remember the one about the guy who reached into his right pocket with his left hand (or the other way around)? I remember standing up and trying it to see how hard it was.
His teams a cup and suddenly he’s all high and mighty. Pah.
I know! You’d think the Ducks invented winning the Cup, based on how some people here are acting… :P
Wow, Kate, Encyclopedia Brown really has left a terrible scar on your life, hasn’t he? All I can really remember of him (beside the ketchup) is some mystery solution that involved the length of a dude’s sideburns, one that involved a staged photo in a fishing contest (people faking prize-winning trophy fish with pre-frozen fish is not an issue I often encounter in real life), and something about circus freaks and someone pretending to walk on their hands. Or something. Wasn’t that a good story? Aren’t you glad I shared?
Pookie, my nerdy classical musician self has no choice but to ask,…do you remember the name of that lozenge-needing soprano? :)
I did a quick google search for this and think it must have been Susan Chilcott. Normally I’d consider balking at putting this kind of embarrassing stuff online, but since (with the notable exception of Katebits) I don’t think the hockey and opera blogospheres overlap too much, I’ll add that Dwayne Croft was also in that production — he expected to be able to spit on the floor all the time and have a stagehand mop it up immediately. (And I shared a mailbox with Sylvia McNair, which I thought was really cool.)
I remember one that involved a clue written in block lettering. Also one that involved whether or not someone had a tan line from a watch.
…they featured a team of kids and were more in the scooby-doo vein. i’m sure there was one about a mummy… does anyone else remember those?
I’m wracking my brain trying to think of this, because it kind of rings a bell. This is going to drive me crazy now all day. Thanks ever so much, E. Who invited you anyway? ;-)
His teams a cup and suddenly he’s all high and mighty. Pah.
Just be a fan of the team his defeated. Then he’s indebted to you for life.
I remember reading Encyclopedia Brown, but I don’t remember any of the mysteries. Unless, was there one involving invisible ink? (Is that like referring to “that James Bond movie… you know, the one with the ski chase?”)
The pre-adolescent mysteries I liked the best were the John Bellairs books. They were creepy, gothic, scary and had Edward Gorey illustrations. What more do you want from a book?
I’m wracking my brain trying to think of this, because it kind of rings a bell.
Ditto. I’m going to call my cousin now, she teaches 7th grade or something, so she might know.
Oh, Meg, I also think I remember the tan line from the watch! (I really have a terrible memory, since I’m like, “I don’t remember ANYTHING” and then two seconds later it’s all, “You’re right! I TOTALLY remember that!” You all could be making this stuff up and I’d be like, “The one where Encyclopedia Brown ate that guy was my absolute favorite!”)
Oh, I just remembered someone mentioned the Babysitter’s Club books. I can tie today’s comments into yesterdays! The author was from our town, but had gone to the rival public school. Do you all remember when, later in the series, Kristy’s family moved to the fancy part of town? And all of Kristy’s plots involved the private school kids being assholes? The next door neighbor character had the same kind of dog as us. I remember thinking, “Gee, author-who’s-name-I-can’t-remember-and-can’t-be-bothered-to-Gogole, guess you don’t want an asshole, Bernese Mountain dog-owning private school kid reading yours books!” But I kept reading them through my bitterness.
The pre-adolescent mysteries I liked the best were the John Bellairs books. They were creepy, gothic, scary and had Edward Gorey illustrations. What more do you want from a book?
those were my absolute favorites! i credit them with making me the creature i am today.
i’m trying to find the other ones via google, but apparently every series of children’s books ever written featured a mummy at some point…
i’m trying to find the other ones via google, but apparently every series of children’s books ever written featured a mummy at some point…
One of the children’s librarians at work told me the other day that some woman came in and asked for “Those books where the two sisters go to summer camp.”
Am I the only kid who read Roald Dahl and Brian Jacques?
I always seemed to have a fondness for the Encyclopedia Brown stories where there was this older kid who always was onto some “get rich quick” scheme and all the younger kids had all their money ready to contribute.
But then they’d wisely give a nickel or a quarter to Encyclopedia Brown and he’d pick apart that plan and save all the kids their money and make that older kid really steam.
The only one I really remember specifically involved egg-spinning and the illegal edge one got by either boiling or not boiling an egg.
I can’t quite remember why most of these stories didn’t end up with Encyclopedia going home in crutches.
I remember reading John Bellairs books long after my bedtime, and being too terrified to get up to go to the bathroom in the dark. I would just lie there in bed thinking, “You know, it’s better if I die of a ruptured bladder than confront whatever demon is lurking in the dark hallway out there.”
I love Edward Gorey illustrations. I too, credit that for the disturbing person I’ve become.
I’ve never read the Babysitter’s Club but I loved kind of the sequel to them, which were the California Diaries series. You know, the “Now you’re much older and probably more emo” type books. I was actually really sad they stopped making them.
Heh, Pookie opera singers are the doucherockiest of the doucherockets. I don’t believe I’ve ever encountered Susan Chilcott, but a google search of Dwayne Croft gave me a horrible shiver of recognition. I pity the people who have to cater to the whims of “throats”.
I love the Santa Fe opera. That is one of my dream summer jobs.
Am I the only kid who read Roald Dahl and Brian Jacques?
I loved Roald Dahl books! They were amazing. My favourite was probably The Witches.
I may occasionally still read the odd Encyclopedia Brown book. Or maybe the Babysitters Clubs. Perhaps the Hardy Boys. You know, maybe. The EB solution I remember from childhood was one where it was clear the guy living in the house had faked the burgulary because the broken glass from the sliding door was on the outside of the house and not the inside.
I can’t access video from work (boo!) but I’m assuming it’s the one where Soupy talks about practicing his different runway walks in the mirror in which case yes, it is absolutely darling.
Gee, author-who’s-name-I-can’t-remember-and-can’t-be-bothered-to-Gogole, guess you don’t want an asshole, Bernese Mountain dog-owning private school kid reading yours books!”
Aww, I love Bernese Mountain dogs.
If I recall correctly, Kristy was also kind of an asshole at times so I never felt particular sympathetic toward her.
Speaking of John Bellairs, one of my greatest disappointments in life (no exaggeration) is that pawn shops are not delightfully gothic wonderlands of haunted chess sets, but are in fact, just scuzzy, dirty and depressing.
Mags, I still frequently reference Roald Dahl’s “The Twits”. In fact, playoff beards always make me think of Quentin Blake’s illustration of the food that got stuck in the one twit’s beard and mustache.
I can’t quite remember why most of these stories didn’t end up with Encyclopedia going home in crutches.
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I always seemed to have a fondness for the Encyclopedia Brown stories where there was this older kid who always was onto some “get rich quick” scheme and all the younger kids had all their money ready to contribute.
Earl, are you sure you’re not thinking of The Great Brain?! I effing LOVED The Great Brain. He was always swindling all of those dumb kids out of their money!
Am I the only kid who read Roald Dahl and Brian Jacques?
I loved both.
I just read The House With the Clock in its Walls to my sixth graders and they adored it. They’re begging for the next book. Most of them have pretty poor experiences with school, struggle academically, and hate reading so I was very excited.
I read and adored Roald Dahl – as a kid I wrote a string of stories that are clearly Dahl rip-offs – but never got around to Brian Jacques. I almost picked up one of his books at the library the other day actually.
It’s time for me to drag myself to work. I have a coworker who, when faced with something she doesn’t want to do says, “bloggggg”. I’m under the impression she views it as a nonsense word, not a reference to an actually weblog. Anyway, if ever there was a time where I felt like saying, “bloggggg”, it’s now. I wonder how long it will take me to catch up on what I miss?
Pookie, since we were talking about books, couldn’t you say that was an hour of work?
Number of CD cases I’ve broken so far: 4. And I’ve only been at work for 2 hours.
If I recall correctly, Kristy was also kind of an asshole at times so I never felt particular sympathetic toward her.
She really was. I was always on Watson’s side, but probably because “Stoneybrook” was just a thinly-disguised Princeton, and I really wanted to live in the mansions on the rich part of town.
I hadn’t thought about The Great Brain in years but a couple of years ago a teacher at work gave me one of those book club order forms that featured the series. I promptly ordered the entire set and read them all back-to-back. I still regularly read kids/young adult fiction. I pass it off as looking for stuff my students will enjoy but some of it really is very well-written, better than a lot of adult schlock.
Pfuuu, I’m saved. I was always more a fantasy genre kid than a real life fiction kid. It would help explain the way I am.
I was re-reading Redwall last week. Ah, memories.
I never knew all that stuff about the BSC. Kinda puts everything in a different perspective. The things you learn on a hockey blog.
probably everyone but me knows about this already, but it came up on amazon while i was looking for my stupid mummy-mystery series, and i think it brings the conversation full circle:
The Hockey Mystery (Boxcar Children Mysteries)
From School Library Journal:
Grade 3-6–Gertrude Chandler Warner’s Boxcar children (Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny)once again find themselves right in the middle of a mystery (Whitman, pap. 2001). While skating at the local ice rink, the children are surprised to meet retired hockey star Kevin Reynolds who has just moved to Greenfield and plans to create a girls hockey team, the Polar Bears, and build a new ice rink. When Kevin sees how well Jessie, a figure skater, skates, he invites her to join the Polar Bears and Henry to be an assistant coach. At their very first practice though, mysterious things begin to happen. First the orange cones to be used by the team during practice go missing, then ink is spilled all over the plans for the new skating rink, and Jessie’s figure skates are stolen. The list of their suspects quickly grows to include Kevin’s daughter Kathy, a team player’s mother, and the figure skating coach. Narrator Aimee Lilly captures the mysterious moments, the thrill of a hockey game, and quiet family times by giving the characters individual personalities with subtle voice changes. The reading is well paced so that listeners can read along with the book. A welcome addition to elementary grade collections.–Veronica Schwartz, Des Plaines Public Library, IL
Heather B., I sometimes read young adult fiction and don’t even have a job that I can use as an excuse. :)
I pass it off as looking for stuff my students will enjoy but some of it really is very well-written, better than a lot of adult schlock.
Agreed. One of my favourite books is “Speak” by Laurie Halse Anderson [which they made into a Showtime movie I'm dying to watch], which is considered young adult but it is incredibly well-written and I still read it from time to time.
I was big on Fantasy when I was a kid too but I never got into serials much asides from the California Diaries.
Bye Pookie! I’m actually off to the salt mines myself (and by “salt mines” I mean “rehearsal” [and by "rehearsal" I mean "three hours in which I will pretend to pay attention but in which I will really be staring off into space imagining the sleuthing tasks that Crunchy creates for Pommerdoodle.]).
Have a good afternoon everyone!
Have a good afternoon everyone!
Ugh. Should I point out it’s quite morningish here?
Technically it’s not afternoon yet where I am either.
god, i need a day job…
Heather, at the risk of violating the hockey blog code of conduct, I’m going to pimp our friend Sarah’s blog, which is basically just reviews of the young adult books she reads. She was recently elected president of YALSA (Young Adult Library Services Association) and really knows her shit.
Hey gang,
How is everyone!? I’ve been out of commission for a couple of days, and I was alreqady getting all nostaligc for IPB. I missed you guys!
Unfortunately, I have never read Encyclopedia Brown. I was a different breed of dork growing up, lots of sci fi and goofy medieval choose-your-own-adventure books. Damn straight.
But since I do need to contribute to the conversation I’ll wax intellectual on a couple ‘a facts. I have a good friend from Sweden and she told me that not only does golf require a license, but bowling alleys over there are like country clubs. It’s totally exclusive and costs shitloads to go bowling! Also, they have roulette and poker tables in their bars, instead of pool tables and darts. How cool is that!
Schnookie, blog pimping is not against the hockey blog code of conduct unless it happens to be one we all hate :P
I’ve never read Encyclopedia Brown either. I have the distinct feeling it was before my time…not to make anybody feel old.
god, i need a day job…
One of life’s great ironies. Those who have day jobs desperately want out of them; those who do not have them want them desperately.
I remember when my brother spent an unemployed summer living with me. It was crazy how envious we were of one another–and had things been reversed we probably still would have longed to be the other guy.
Day jobs suck (until you don’t have one).
It’s true. When the summer started all I could think about was how I really needed a job and now that I have one I curse having to wake up so early every morning. Sherry = not a morning person.
But I actually quite love my job. I get to be on the air three times a week, which is pretty sweet. Oh and if you guys are interested, I’m doing this Top 30 this afternoon, heh.
Oh and if you guys are interested, I’m doing this Top 30 this afternoon, heh.
Did I get my Cake shoutout? :)
Sleek, your Cake shoutout will be on my Friday afternoon show :P Promise.
What kind of radio station, Sherry?
I’ve never read Encyclopedia Brown either. I have the distinct feeling it was before my time…not to make anybody feel old.
Eh…children’s books can age pretty well though. I was a bit surprised to realize the other day that Boxcar Children was first published in the 40s. I think the Encyclopedia Brown books were first published in the early 60s, and have just been in print ever since.
It’s a community station in Hamilton that’s based out of McMaster university.
You can listen/see here: http://cfmu.mcmaster.ca
I’ve never read Encyclopedia Brown either. I have the distinct feeling it was before my time…not to make anybody feel old.
i’m pretty sure they’re before everybody’s time, i remember when i was a kid thinking that they read like they were written in maybe 1951. but (at least in my neighborhood) the librarians pushed them pretty hard. i think they’re considered ‘classics’ of their genre.
One of life’s great ironies. Those who have day jobs desperately want out of them; those who do not have them want them desperately.
yeah, i know. j keeps telling me how lucky i am, since i’m not supposed to have a job now, but there’s something paralyzing about knowing you have to sit in front of a computer and write all day long. hence, my sudden interest in encyclopedia brown and 130+ comment threads.
Our librarians were big on pushing Canadian content, haha. I remember reading a lot of Eric Wilson, who wrote these pretty cool horror books which were always set in these obscure Canadian towns.
Oh and we also read a lot of Farley Mowat, haha.
Sherry, my blog pimping concern was just that I’m pimping a non-hockey blog! I mean, it seems like such a waste of a perfectly good blog to not be talking about hockey on it, but what can you do? ;-)
I’ve had two lengthy stretches of unemployment in my life and what I learned is that I can last about 3 months before I start to feel the need to be doing something constructive with my life. But for those 3 months? I’m the happiest person in the world.
Andrew, I think I can safely speak for all of us and say that IPB was deeply nostalgic for you, too. And I am amazed (even — dare I say it? — bowled over [see what I did there?]) to hear this stuff about Sweden. Foreign countries are so crazy!
I didn’t read much fantasy and sci-fi YA stuff, but to this day my favorite reading experience stands as “The Outlaws Of Sherwood” by Robin McKinley. Our older sister Kate The Great was big into sci-fi and fantasy, and she also loved this book, so I’ve always thought it was all fantasy-y, even though it wasn’t at all. (Wow. Another great story from Schnookie. I should just shut up.) I also spent about a year when I was in middle school reading only Anne McCaffery’s dragon books, over and over again.
Very cool Sherry, Reminds me A LOT of the station where I used to DJ. I will definitely tune in.
Tiger Army at #3!? That’s what I’m talking about!
Schnookie – nothing wrong with that! At least I don’t think there is since I tend to pimp a lot of non-hockey blogs as well. Maybe it’s just because I’m a blog hoo-er.
Andrew – Thanks! I really enjoy it because we get to play anything we want. The countdown starts at 1 p.m. [EST] :)
I didn’t read much fantasy and sci-fi YA stuff, but to this day my favorite reading experience stands as “The Outlaws Of Sherwood” by Robin McKinley. Our older sister Kate The Great was big into sci-fi and fantasy, and she also loved this book, so I’ve always thought it was all fantasy-y, even though it wasn’t at all.
McKinley wrote this book called The Hero and the Crown (which was fantasy) that I loved, loved, loved when I was a kid. Between the times I read it, and the 10 or so times my little sister read it, that was one bedraggled paperback.
Speaking of mystery series that were published way before all our times, is there any Nancy Drew love here? Those were Boomer’s favorites when she was a kid, so we had a couple of vintage hardcovers in our home library as kids. I remember reading them one day when I was home sick, and I was so angry at Nancy because in a scene where she met her dad at a restaurant for lunch, she ordered fish. I was really hungry for fried chicken at the time I was reading it and thought Nancy really let me down. I mean, fish?
people in Alaska do actually eat reindeer
And if you’re fishing crab then you eat fish intestines and live cod heart. yum!!!
The latest Kings rookie, Anze Kopitar, taught me that people in Slovenia (no, no, not Slovakia) actually play hockey.
I will confess to have been a rabid Nancy Drew fan. I even dressed up as her one year at Hallowe’en. Did I really just admit to that?
First chapter book I ever read on my own was the second Nancy Drew mystery. My father had read the first one aloud to me. I actually have quite a vivid memory of reading it.
No Nancy Drew love here. The Hardy Boys. That’s where it’s at!
Sherry, that’s what we had too. 100% freeform radio. The only rule was that you couldn’t play the same artist on your show more than twice a quarter, unless it was in currents.
Schnookie, I’m in love with Sarah’s blog already. All I had to see was “Boarding School Books” and I was gone. I’ve always loved boarding school books for some reason.
I have much older brothers so we had a bunch of the hardback Hardy Boys and the old hardback Boxcar Children and Bobbsey Twins. Actually they were probably vintage for them too. Loved them and all their cheesiness!
is there any Nancy Drew love here?
Right here. I loved those books.
Andrew – Our only regulation is no explicit swearing, haha.
I never read any of the Hardy Boys or Nancy Drew or Boxcar kids. I feel sort of left out now!
One of my favourite books is “Speak” by Laurie Halse Anderson
I love that book! It’s so beautifully written. The Young Adult shelves are always the first ones I hit at the library, and the Phantom Tollbooth ranks as one of my all-time favorite books, so I’m glad I’m not the only one who loves young fiction. By the way, Heather, I really strongly recommend the Artemis Fowl series if you haven’t already read them.
I had a Redwall obsession when I was a kid, too Mags! So much so that I made my parents buy me the entire set of books, which are now sitting on my brother’s bookshelf mostly unread. Oh well. Maybe my kids will enjoy them, too. Also, whenever I burp I think of Roald Dahl’s BFG and how rude it is to burp in giant culture.
Andrew – Our only regulation is no explicit swearing, haha.
Calling Sleek or the Ducks “doucherockets”, though, has already been approved.
Sleek, that’s hardly explicit :P
Artemis Fowl. Oh man, I’m so glad I’m young enough to get away with reading those. I like to think I’m this clever person, but sometimes I need to put away the Tolkien and just read about some genius kid who likes to mess with faeries minds.
And naturally there’s HP. Can’t miss HP really.
i think i might be able to use this comment thread to convert my mom to hockey-fandom.
The latest Kings rookie, Anze Kopitar, taught me that people in Slovenia (no, no, not Slovakia) actually play hockey.
And if that isn’t a valuable geography lesson, I don’t know what is! (We used to have maps up all over our family room, and we had pins in them to mark the birthplaces of every player in the NHL. [Yes, this was when I was unemployed and had nothing better to do.] It was surprisingly fascinating. And that’s my story.)
I will confess to have been a rabid Nancy Drew fan. I even dressed up as her one year at Hallowe’en.
icing, you rock!
Seriously Sleek, quit being such a puritan!
We had some profanity rules I guess….but if your show was after 10pm, it had to be really, really bad for the progam director to care. I still got in trouble a few times.
i think i might be able to use this comment thread to convert my mom to hockey-fandom.
I’m trying right now to use it to convert the YA librarian Sarah! (I hoped pimping her blog would at least lure her over here to see what’s going on. I have been inundating her with emails all morning saying things like, “We’re not even talking about hockey over here! Come check out the comment thread!” At the very least I’m hoping she can explain the prevalance mummies in YA mystery books.)
Oh, and Andrew and Sherry, I was going to weigh in on the coolness of your radio stations, but I was disqualified from being eligible to comment when my iPod, set on shuffle, just played ABBA’s “Thank You For The Music” and I just about flipped out for how excited I was to hear it. Sorry.
just played ABBA’s “Thank You For The Music” and I just about flipped out for how excited I was to hear it.
I totally sang along when that came on during our pregame warm up once. I can still remember the looks of disbelief I got.
It’s pretty much the same with us anyways. Our program director doesn’t really listen to the overnights anyways so if the song had swearing nobody would really care.
There are however ocassions when somebody is doing their show in the middle of the day and there’s just a string of F-Bombs in the song. That is when we get nervous because we don’t have the revenue to pay for the violations.
Schnookie – Cool is all about how you wear it :) There is nothing wrong with ABBA! Actually, my mom likes ABBA and she can readily kick my ass.
Seriously Sleek, quit being such a puritan!
Now there’s advice I don’t get every day. I might use that comment to convert my mom to Sleek-fandom.
I’m sure Mama Sleek will be pleased to hear that compared to us, you’re such a good l’il boy.
Plus, we’re all about honesty here at this station. Why censor ‘douchrocket’ when it speaks the truth?
Hardy Boys were good too. Anyone read the Famous Five books?
I might use that comment to convert my mom to Sleek-fandom.
Genius.
Schnookie, there’s nothing wrong with a little ABBA. They are probably the guiltiest of guilty pleasures.
sleek, how could any mother not be proud of you?
my mom actually started watching games and is reading some of the hockey blogs now, and it’s kind of disturbing me. this is a woman who, good chicagoan that she is, never, ever so much as noticed hockey before in her whole life, and now she’ll call me up all sad about the sabres and wanting to commiserate, and she’s even got some kind of wholesome mom-crush on jocelyn thibault.
but if she knew that hockey fans could spend this much time discussing ya-lit, i think the conversion would be complete.
My iPod felt very embarrassed for having hit the ABBA so hard, and atoned by following up with some American Analog Set. I feel my self-conscious coolness has now been restored.
Earl, your mother wasn’t impressed enough by the praise Mirtle was heaping on you this week to become a flag-waving member of SleekNation?
I didn’t read the Famous Five, but after looking them up in wikipedia, I can’t figure out why I didn’t.
and she’s even got some kind of wholesome mom-crush on jocelyn thibault.
What is it about wholesome mom-crushes on goalies? Boomer’s enduring crush remains, to this day, on Mike Richter. I remember ESPN had this ad campaign one playoff year featuring the significant others of NHLers, and when Richter’s fiancee appeared, Boomer wailed, “She’s younger and prettier than me!” (Her basis for loving Ricky was that he would happily live in a book-filled house with her. And I have to admit, Ranger or no, the fact that he read “Guns, Germs And Steel” when it first came out is pretty hott.) We keep trying to find her a new crush, but her heart stays true to Richter, even though he’s lost his little speech impediment now that he’s going into politics. (She is slowly warming to Paul Gaustad, though, Sabres fans, which is good news for IPB’s chances of sticking with the Slugs.)
Hey, I’m handing in the design for my new mask today, is it ok if I have them put a little IPB thing on the backplate? (you’ll totally get screentime on Dutch TV from the NetCam :P)
Sherry, I hate you. You have a pretty voice (yes, I’m listening to your show)
sleek, how could any mother not be proud of you?
Did I mention she was Korean and the daughter of a pastor?
Anyway, I don’t want to paint it the wrong way. We get along great, mostly (I think) because we’ve become very comfortable with me falling on the “disappointment” side of the line.
As a general rule, she has no concept of blogs or ice hockey, so those accolades generally I keep to myself. Oh yeah, and she wants me to be married…now.
As always, though, I’ve been able to shrug that stuff off and love that midget mom of mine. And she’s been softening up to some degree too.
Still… if only I were better at solving dinnertime mysteries!
Hey, I’m handing in the design for my new mask today, is it ok if I have them put a little IPB thing on the backplate?
Pookie and I are all about viral marketing, especially if it will increase our Dutch readership.
Still… if only I were better at solving dinnertime mysteries!
That really is the key to earning unwavering parental love!
Pookie and I are lucky enough to have a mom who keeps giggling happily, as we ramble on and on about IPB, “I’m so excited to be tangentially a part of this!” It seems that all she ever really wanted for us in life was for us to have the kinds of low-paying jobs that allow us to comment all day long on our hockey blog. (Seriously, though, the falling on the “disappointment” side of the line skips up a generation to our grandmother. I quit grad school after about 15 seconds there, and she still likes to ask me when I’m going to go back to “college” to get my degree. At the rate we’re going she’s probably just a few years away from telling her friends at the bridge club that I dropped out of high school.)
are korean moms more difficult than other varieties?
my mom’s thibault crush is based entirely on a rangers-penguins game i made her watch when she was up visiting. thibault played terrifically, but they still lost because the penguins having one of their indecisive, sloppy nights. anyway, after a couple hours of seeing him make all these great saves in service of a hopeless cause, as well as get repeatedly mounted by sean avery, mom decided that ‘monsieur thibault’ was the most noble, hard working, valiant goalie ever ever ever. and then she found out that he used to play in chicago, and that was enough to secure her ongoing affections. she was very disappointed that he didn’t get any starts in the playoffs.
maybe not the most rational reason, but i’m betting a lot of better-informed hockey fans develop the occasional goalie-crush in more or less the same way.
Of course, it was very priceless the look on my mom’s face when I showed her my “State Rape” cartoon (here it is) and proudly declared it the most popular post I’d ever published.
A cross between “You are more messed up than I ever thought possible” and “You can market this kind of trash on the internet?”–classic!
Oh yeah, and she wants me to be married…now.
I thought you were married Earl. Will that help? “But Mom, people *think* I’m married.” Should be enough for her, right?
My iPod felt very embarrassed for having hit the ABBA so hard, and atoned by following up with some American Analog Set. I feel my self-conscious coolness has now been restored.
Mine did a reverse coolness switch, going from OAR into the Neil Diamond.
I liked reading the Nancy Drew stories as a kid, but I thought she was a little too goody-goody for her own good.
Was anyone else shocked with the difference between Judy Blume the young-adult writer and Judy Blume the grown-up writer? When “Summer Sisters” came out a few years ago, I had quite the pearl clutching moment, when I recognized that it was written by the same woman who wrote the Fudge books that I loved as a kid.
Hey, I’m delighted to hear myself described by Pookie as “really knows her shit”! Even more so delighted to hear everyone fondly talking about their fave ya/children’s books. Someone said the liked Speak, which is just about one of the best books ever, has anyone read her newest? And I’ll just throw out this as the truly best book–Rats Saw God by Rob Thomas (he who abandoned ya authorship to write the doomed but excellent tv shows Cupid and Veronica Mars.)
Earl, I am so jealous that you got to shock your mother that way (and I loved that cartoon!). Sadly, Boomer has repeatedly said the most staggeringly vulgar things about hockey (I’ll spare you all the details of the foulest thing she ever said, if just because it’s a very long and rambling story with very little payoff. Suffice to say, it was about Yzerman, his Yzerbits, Gary Thorne, and was terrifically unkind), that I doubt I’ll ever be able to top them. If she was a faster typist we’d make her do our game diaries.
Amy, I never really read Judy Blume as a kid. I felt like I was doing something terribly wrong in not liking her, but I just didn’t get her. Maybe I need to read her grown-up books and do a reverse pearl-clutch by going back to read the YA stuff…
by the way, since Pookie and Schnookie have told me they will NOT be using this as one of their 118 reasons they love hockey, I will say it: the hot dogs at the Meadowlands. Who doesn’t love a hot dog there during a game? (I’m sure many many people, but I do!)
Pookie, I read Swallows & Amazons, I think you need to go read Forever.
are korean moms more difficult than other varieties?
Having had only one mom, I can’t really compare. But my Korean mom is wonderful. That said, our relationship improved drastically once I went away to college. ; )
Sherry, I love that I can hear the smile in your voice. You make lists of university buildings facing power outages sound good.
Sarah, the only reason we’re not using that as a reason is because we don’t eat hot dogs! (“Not even in a hot dog???”) But I can promise there will be some discussion at some point this summer about the gustatory treats Continental Airlines Arena had to offer.
Ok…I am here….had a computer crash at home. PP and I are at work and it took all morning to catch up!
Sherry, I am listening to your station live right now! I would be completely humiliated to be listening to my iTunes right now since it would go from Vanilla Ice to like Buble or something!
The best part about PP is getting to read all over again! Expereincing all the amazing kid book I devoured as a kid as an adult is GREAT!
Also best hockey kids book for (4-6) is The Magic Hockey Stick. PP loves it. Amazing rhyming story about a girl who’s parents go to a charity auction and accidently bid on Gretzky’s stick. They bring it home to their daughter (who plays hockey) she sneaks it out on the ice during her games, since she figures that it will help her score. It does, but Gretzy gets in a slump so she sneaks in and gives it back. He makes her sign it and then they donate it to the Hockey Hall of Fame. It is a great story and even better that it centered around a little girl.
Garlic Fries. Best here at our local WHL arena. PP says it is the popcorn.
crickets chirping
boy…I do have that power.
Yeah, a.oil, we all saw you coming and scrambled to go leave hundreds of comments on someone else’s blog where you wouldn’t be able to find us. Sorry you had to find out this way… :P
And I’ll just throw out this as the truly best book–Rats Saw God by Rob Thomas (he who abandoned ya authorship to write the doomed but excellent tv shows Cupid and Veronica Mars.)
Oh, no, Veronica Mars! The concurrent and tragic demise of both the Sabres season and my favorite TV show made me doubt I was going to make it through this summer. That was just too much soul-crushing dissappointment to have to deal with at one time. Maybe reading this book will help, though. The least I can do is give it a chance, considering Rob Thomas provided me with the single greatest season of any TV show ever with VM S1. I seriously owe him one. And the man really is a genius so I’m sure it’s excellent. Thanks, Sarah!
WooHoo! Did you hear that?! I got a shout out from Sherry!
I know….amazing.
Fried Bologna with onions and peppers for some reason tastes best at the HSBC Arena.
we all saw you coming and scrambled to go leave hundreds of comments on someone else’s blog where you wouldn’t be able to find us.
I figured so much. You ought to see what happens when I try and date.
I’m so jealous of the people who get to listen to Sherry right now. My employer doesn’t think Sherry’s work-related enough for me.
I can’t listen either, despite the fact that my employer doesn’t block sites…I don’t know why it won’t work, but I too am jealous.
Meg, you and I can then pretend that Sherry’s giving us all manner of shoutouts. She’s subjecting her listeners right now to a litany of all the reasons we’re awesome.
Is Mags still kicking around? I am curious to see her new helmet design.
BGM, I hope you like Rats!
Sherry, I’m sorry I’m at work and can’t listen to your radio show; I can however tell you that McMaster has a really, really cool library. If I felt like getting a second masters degree and thus had met the requirements for academic librarianship, McMaster would be my dream job.
Oil, Mags is here. Just had dinner. I’ll get the design online asap.
Mags, PP says get on a plane….she wants a good goalie for this Friday’s street hockey game.
Oil, tell PP I’ll work on it :)
WE GOT A SHOUTOUT! COOKIES FOR SHERRY!
P&S, and Meg: Sherry just sent out a merry shoutout to everyone listening at IPB!
whoops, capslock…
Also, PP was wondering if we all can watch your games on the interweb next year?
P&S, and Meg: Sherry just sent out a merry shoutout to everyone listening at IPB!
WOOOO HOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! Sherry gets a zillion IPBucks for that!
Oil, I dunno, I can check. I know you can see the highlights on the studio sport website, but I don’t know about entire games. I’ll call tomorrow and get back to you. My national team games are broadcast internationally though, but I don’t know who carries them in the States.
Scanning the design now, so it’ll be online in about 30 minutes.
Wonderful!!!! We are excited to see it!
Sherry, I’m sorry I’m at work and can’t listen to your radio show.
Ditto here. Also, these darn employers keep sending me to meetings, and while they are completely productive and quite engaging, actually, the fact that I can’t read comments from people listening to Sherry’s shoutouts is thoroughly depressing.
If only I weren’t so Puritan…
If only I weren’t so Puritan…
It really is your Puritanicalness that drags you down, Earl.
Mmmm, pilsner. Plzen was a tasty place to visit.
And I missed Sherry :(
Sherry gave us a shoutout?!? AWEEEEEE-SOME! I second the sentiment of “a zillion IPBucks to Sherry!”
Plzen was a tasty place to visit.
Steph, please tell me you saw the Water Goblin festival, or whatever it is! As mentioned in the post itself, Petr Sykora is our Arch Nemesis, and we love to pretend he still fancies himself a Plzen Water Goblin. (Uhhh, Pookie? Can you bail me out here? I think I may have said too much…)
Between the stupid having-to-help-people and the doing-the-jobs-I-said-I’d-do-last-week-but-forget, it took me an hour and a half to read the comments that came in while I drove to work!
Earl: I loved the state rape cartoon!
Sarah: I’ll have to check out “Forever”; thanks for the reccommendation.
E: I’ve strangely never had a goalie-crush. I think Schnookie’s stealing my goalie-crush mojo and spending it all on Crunchy. And after seeing the Pretty Ricky banana-coconut cream thing I think any spark of a future goalie-crush was effective doused.
“But Mom, people *think* I’m married.” Should be enough for her, right?
Uh, she wasn’t that thrilled when I told her that my employers *think* I’m busy at work. She really lacks that superficiality that defines my Caligeneration.
Ohhhhhh….credit card people are the DEVIL (and not the good kind…the NJ kind). Gah….I hate work.
Plzen Water Goblin. (Uhhh, Pookie? Can you bail me out here? I think I may have said too much…)
Once, many years ago (before Petr Sykora became IPB’s Archnemsis) I googled “Plzen” as part of my Learning Cultures Through Hockey agenda. In it, I found some website extoling the wonderful things for children in Plzen, and the Water Goblin Festival was one of them. It conjured up the most fabulous images in my mind of a grown-up Petr Sykora wearing water-wings and being afraid to go in the pool (although he sure enjoys water-skiing on the ice — ha ha… sigh. Stupid effing Petr Sykora).
I googled “Plzen” as part of my Learning Cultures Through Hockey agenda.
I’m impressed, Pookie, at how totally not embarrassing you managed to make that sound!
I’m impressed, Pookie, at how totally not embarrassing you managed to make that sound!
Riiiiiiight. The true test will be if all of a sudden everyone stops commenting, and backs slowly away from their computers muttering, “Pookie’s out of her mind… I don’t want no part of this no more”.
People, it was like ten years ago! I’ve learned my lesson! Come back! Don’t leave!!!
Stupid effing Petr Sykora
I dunno, for all his ups and downs (both as a Devil and a Duck), I’m not sure if I come away with a dislike for Sykora. When he was first traded to the Ducks, he did an online Q&A through ESPN.com. My question was something like “OK, it’s the Stanley Cup Finals, and you get a breakaway on Marty Brodeur. How do you score?”
His bland response: “Oh, blah blah Marty is a great goalie. I’d probably just close my eyes and shoot.”
Of course, this was months before these two teams would actually end up meeting in the SCF. My roommate and I could never stop giggling at the idea of Sykora breaking in on a breakaway, then closing his eyes and yelling “DAMN YOU SLEEK!” for making him think about the situation many months before.
Learning Cultures Through Hockey
Sounds like a fluff class someone takes in their senior year of college. How many of us would take it? Be honest.
Listen, the only reason we’re so quiet is that we fell off our chairs laughing. (or at least, I did)
I would have signed up for it. Hands down. However I also took a bartending and a wines of the world courses also….not sure if I am a great judge.
Earl, the reason you don’t hate Sykkie is that you didn’t live with our ex-roommate. You all will be learning a little more about her when we discuss the Great 2003 NHL Awards Show Debacle during tomorrow’s liveblog. I can see how Sykkie on his own seems like a benign sort of player, but a year spent at the mercy of someone insanely obsessed with him (and I am not exaggerating at all) would make him your Arch Nemesis, too.
I would SO take “Learning Cultures Through Hockey”! I hope the final is a slide identification exam!
I would SO take “Learning Cultures Through Hockey”! I hope the final is a slide identification exam!
I think the final would be 1/3 slide exam, 1/3 essay (compare and contrast Timbits Hockey to Plzen Water Goblins) and 1/3 passing the Swedish golf license. Spring Break would involve a cultural exchange to a Swedish bowling alley.
Bye Sherry…..I guess I can go back to my iTunes.
A final shoutout from Sherry as she signs off.
Her msg to “Mr. Sleek”–being at work is not an excuse for not listening.
You were great, Sherry!
Her msg to “Mr. Sleek”–being at work is not an excuse for not listening.
That wasn’t my excuse for not listening! That was my excuse for not getting married this morning!
Earl, :^::::::::::::::
Earl…there are plenty of single women here…..
There is no excuse for you not being married.
Whoo, made it through without nothing blowing up, thanks for listening guys!
If it makes you feel any better, my mom can’t wait until I get married either. Mostly because she’s sick of having to pay for everything. And she wants grandkids. You should have seen the absolutely horrified and crushed look on her face when I told her I hated children.
Congrats, Sherry! The radio show I was imagining you were doing was fantastic, and the returns from the real one have been nothing but raves!
None of the (now adult) kids in our family have any interest in procreation. We once asked Boomer if that bothered her at all, and she just rolled her eyes. I guess the prospect of dandling her darling grandchildren on her knees is very low on her list of priorities.
There is no excuse for you not being married.
Well, that “daughter named Teemu” thing seems to be a snag.
I tell you, PP was the product of a very confusing election in 2000 (what else do you do when you don’t know who’s president???) as well as some very badly inneracting meds with BC. Now, all that being said, I am very happy to have PP, but I probably never would have intended to have procreated.
Mags, thanks for the compliment about the voice because frankly, I hate listening to my own voice haha.
Schnookie, thank you so much. I know you were listening in spirit :) I’m trying to find a way to record my Friday afternoon show so I can upload it later for people to listen to.
My mom wants grandchildren because she wants a do-over. Or she’s just starting to feel the whole empty nest thing because my brother and I have pretty much moved out. She also said that I need to get married because I need to be ‘calmed down’. She won’t really elaborate on that.
Hey Earl, I named PP after myself and to this day my ex-husband still hasn’t figured it out. You just have to smooth out the fact that Teemu is your hockey God’s name……
Sleek, I have a friend who’s so upset her boyfriend wants to name their child ‘Gambit’ and I off-handedly said that I knew somebody who wanted to name his daughter ‘Teemu’. She said ‘Teemu’ isn’t a bad name. I’ll give you her phone number. We’ll take care of the boyfriend later :P
Well, that “daughter named Teemu” thing seems to be a snag.
I was reading Bucci’s final column yesterday and noticed this mailbag offering (Bucci’s response in itals):
John,
My wife and I found out several days ago that we will be having our second child sometime next January. We then made a pact that if the Ducks win the Stanley Cup and our child is a boy, we would give him the name Teemu as either a first or middle name. I’d love to hear your suggestions as to what his full name would be if we used Teemu as a first or middle name. Thanks for all the good work!
Daniel Flude
La Palma, Calif.
Frederick Teemu Flude. Freddy Flude. Now, there is a hockey name.
Looks like little Teemu Sami Sleek will have some company.
And she wants grandkids.
My grandmother used to go on with this, “y’know, I really thought I’d be a great-grandmother by now” thing, starting when my oldest cousin was a whopping 21. Then, last year, she went to see An Inconvenient Truth and decided that we’re all going to die anyway so it’s ok if her grandchildren don’t procreate.
Lately she’s been quite delighted that one of my cousins is marrying her girlfriend and she’ll have a married grandchild, and has been sufficiently distracted by that so hasn’t jumped back on the I-want-great-grandchildren-yesterday bandwagon.
You just have to smooth out the fact that Teemu is your hockey God’s name……
Strangely, I suspect the issue won’t be over naming a child Teemu (I can probably b.s. my way through that), but the fact that I keep insisting that it only apply a daughter.
Future wife: “But isn’t Teemu a boy’s name?”
Future Earl: “Yeah, but that’s not nearly as funny. If you saw the way he played, you’d understand.”
Future wife: “You’re going to insist on this, then?”
Future Earl: “You bet.”
Future ex-wife: “Talk to my lawyer, then.”
My mom wants grandchildren because she wants a do-over.
Sherry, if you were my daughter, I’d want a do-over, too! (Just kidding! You seem like an awesome daughter. Perhaps a little in need of some “calming down”, but…)
I can think of plenty of far worse names for a little girl than Teemu, so if Earl meets up with too much resistance, he can just suggest “Pronger” as an alternative.
Meg, our grandmother really got on us about the great-grandchildren as soon as we were out of high school. And I’d just sit there thinking, “You know, I can certainly take care of the whole ‘having a kid’ thing if that’s what you really want, but I’m not so sure about the ‘getting married first’ part that you’d probably require…” Finally one of our cousins took the heat off us by getting married; she said the worst part about married life was being “pressured by Nana to breed“, but now she’s got two kids and the rest of us are thankfully off the hook.
Sleek, not only that but since your wife is going to have to go through the pain that is actually bringing said daughter into the world, I don’t think it would take much for her to veto your decision.
Schnookie – I think you’d want a do-over to make sure I never become a Senators fan. I don’t get what ‘Calming Down’ means! I’m not a party animal or anything! Even if I am in university.
Nobody hates their child enough to name them ‘Pronger’, nobody.
The least I can do is give it a chance, considering Rob Thomas provided me with the single greatest season of any TV show ever with VM S1.
Twin Peaks S1
Arrested Development S1
Joan of Arcadia S1
Freaks and Geeks S1
That’s it! That’s the list! (All sadly dead way before their time.)
There’s a 5 year age group in Buffalo LOADED with Dominiks. Never seen so many little Doms in my life. I’m expecting Ryan to see a big jump soon.
Meg, our grandmother really got on us about the great-grandchildren as soon as we were out of high school.
My grandmother is on that now. She’s made it pretty clear to me that she expects me married in the next 3 years. I think in Chinese culture your best before date is 30 years-old as a woman because my cousin who just turned 31 is getting married this summer and my grandmother makes it sound like she’s barren already.
I’m expecting Ryan to see a big jump soon.
I can only hope there are enough IPB readers in the Buffalo area to cause a spike in Crunchys.
There’s a 5 year age group in Buffalo LOADED with Dominiks. Never seen so many little Doms in my life. I’m expecting Ryan to see a big jump soon.
Heather, that just made my day.
Sleek, not only that but since your wife is going to have to go through the pain that is actually bringing said daughter into the world, I don’t think it would take much for her to veto your decision.
Hmmm, so I have to drug her up real good until the certificate can be finalized?
Steph, please tell me you saw the Water Goblin festival, or whatever it is!
I didn’t, but you know what, I did actually hear something about it while I was there. And that image of Sykora you so colorfully described is sort of killing me. I can’t hate him though, not after all the praising he does of my favorite little Hemsky.
Sherry: Nobody wins when Pronger wins?
Hmmm, so I have to drug her up real good until the certificate can be finalized?
I can’t imagine why anybody wouldn’t want to marry you.
Nobody wins when Pronger wins?
Absolutely. Nobody.
Sherry, I think my grandmother has finally given up all hope for me. (Buying a house with my sister was probably her first clue that she shouldn’t be waiting hanging from a rope around her neck for either Pookie or me to get married and start banging out little great-grandchildren for her.) And isn’t 31 and unmarried totally “on the shelf” territory? Because that’s how I classify myself!
I can’t imagine why anybody wouldn’t want to marry you.
I know! Earl seems like such a prize! :-)
Schnookie – And good for you! My cousin did want to get married eventually, she just didn’t find the right person until now. I won’t even begin to tell you the fireworks and the wedding planning that was already going on when she was dating a Chinese doctor and the controversy, scandal and heartbreak that happened afterwards when they broke up.
I know! Earl seems like such a prize! :-)
If it helps, Jordi has taken the initiative to start singles profiles over at HLOG.
Stupid scanner won’t work. I’ll try again tomorrow, sorry Oil.
again, behind the times, but on the topic of ‘learning cultures through hockey’ i thought i’d share this tasty tidbit of hockey-academia. sorry it’s not properly linked, i have yet to learn how to properly do that in comments…
http://www.confmanager.com/communities/c668/files/Conference_Program_1.pdf
Hmmm, so I have to drug her up real good until the certificate can be finalized?
Or, alternatively, you can go with the put-one-thing-on-the-birth-certificate-but-call-the-kid-something-else method. I had a relative named Alfred who was called Sammy by my side of the family until the day he died.
The HLOG singles profiles is already a staggeringly great work, with just the one singles profile! I was beside myself with laughter this morning reading that!
Am I a bad person for laughing, Sherry, at your family’s reaction to the relationship/breakup with the Chinese doctor?
“on the shelf”
Does that phrase transport anyone else to Little Women? I think it’s the title of a chapter about Meg.
The HLOG singles profiles is already a staggeringly great work, with just the one singles profile!
You know, she’s relentless. She wouldn’t give up making me come up with romantic songs for about two days straight and I think she ended up making up half of my answers. I’m glad you found it entertaining at least – I tried hard!
There’s a 5 year age group in Buffalo LOADED with Dominiks. Never seen so many little Doms in my life. I’m expecting Ryan to see a big jump soon.
at the sabres game i went to last january, there was an entire family with like 4 kids, all in matching ryan miller jerseys. next best thing, i suppose, if they’re already too used to their original names.
Schnookie – Jordi often jokes about auctioning us off in order to raise air-fare money. I fear that she is actually serious about it now, but I have to admit, it is certainly a work of art!
And don’t worry about laughing, I definitely did at how dramatic it was. It could have been a soap opera. Actually, I think it would serve as an excellent inspiration for my interpretation of ‘Chasing Sidney’
I know! Earl seems like such a prize! :-)
Seriously. I’m willing to concede such prized things as garage wall space, a mostly-functioning kitchen, a few hours of DVR space, and all my BoC income!
Plus, I’m very progressive when it comes to co-managing finances. Future-wife can be in charge of the earning, and I’ll handle the spending.
What’s not to like? :)
E, that hockey conference is amazing! I especially love the panel discussions of the Pronger trade, and the session about “Identity Politics in The Canadian Hockey Novel”. I also love how bluntly they state, “Get your own breakfast”.
Grace, “on the shelf” should be all about Regency romance novels! I’m like the quintessential Amanda Quick heroine (with red hair, to boot)!
Steph, I admire your willingness to participate in Jordi’s singles profile series. I read it with half a panicked eye to “How in the hell would I ever answer these questions? Steph is a better man than I!” (So to speak.)
Sherry, I’m glad to have helped with your future masterpiece, in that case. As I provided inspiration though, I demand to be featured as an extra in my brand new super comfy anti-Pronger shirt.
Oh don’t worry Steph, all HLOGgers will inevitably make an appearance with Jordi being featured as “The One Who Almost Kills Our Hero”.
Drama.
Jordi often jokes about auctioning us off in order to raise air-fare money.
See, this is why you have to be careful of the people you meet on the interwebs. You think you’re joining a nice, literate women’s community hockey blog, and suddenly you find yourself a numbered entry in a mail-order bride catalog.
Run by a 17-year-old, no less!
Maybe the next series we HLOGgers take up is the ‘Find Our Single Male Blogger Counterparts a Wife” series.
Schnookie, like I said, I think Jordi embellished to help me out. She also prompted me (“Think of Ales What would you do!?”) and cut out a whole lot of “uhhh CRAP! I don’t know! JORDI! You suck!”
Maybe the next series we HLOGgers take up is the ‘Find Our Single Male Blogger Counterparts a Wife” series.
We’ll just have to make sure none of the potential candidates for Earl ever read any of the stuff he’s said here today!
Maybe the next series we HLOGgers take up is the ‘Find Our Single Male Blogger Counterparts a Wife” series.
Alternatively titled: “Find our single male blogger counterpart’s mothers a daughter-in-law (preferably today)” series
Alternatively titled: “Find our single male blogger counterpart’s mothers a daughter-in-law (preferably today)” series
Okay, that just won the “Comment That Made Schn. Laugh Out Loud The Hardest” Award.
It would be brilliant. We’d ask for applications, set them up on e-Dates and tell them it’s over the internet because he’s famous wants to see if people like him for his personality and then each week, Sleek can give the ones who are moving on a rose. Over Facebook.
E – that hockey conference was something else. My favorites were “Whatever Happened to the Organ and the Portrait of
Her Majesty?: NHL Spectating as Imaginary Carnival” and “Building the Man” (about his Sidness). I feel like IPB is one big imaginary carnival.
Speaking of good tv shows, anyone here a “Stella” fan? IPB is like an imaginary amusement park; this isn’t a blog… it’s another blog!
We’d ask for applications, set them up on e-Dates and tell them it’s over the internet because he’s famous wants to see if people like him for his personality and then each week, Sleek can give the ones who are moving on a rose.
And then we’d get SportsGal from ESPN to guest live blog it!
Ooh, there should be contests, too! A drinking contest, a write-a-poem-about-Pahlsson contest, and a do-as-little-actual-work-as-possible contest, off the top of my head.
Actually, those could all just be one contest :)
Wow. Sleek married to a female version of Sleek. I’m not so sure he should be allowed to choose his own mate.
I’m not so sure he should be allowed to choose his own mate.
For the sake of little Teemu’s future acquaintances, we can all only hope someone else gets to pick the future Mrs. Sleek.
I’m not so sure he should be allowed to choose his own mate.
Ooh. This is a pretty good excuse I can give my mom. Mind if I use it?
*hands over the copyright*
But what if your mom takes it as license to find a wife for you?
But what if your mom takes it as license to find a wife for you?
She’s already got that underway.
Wow. Sleek married to a female version of Sleek. I’m not so sure he should be allowed to choose his own mate.
why not? it’s not like we have to live with them. and it can only be good for the future of hockey blogging. young teemu’s cartoons would put us all to shame.
E, you may have something there. Besides, when I think of the poor, unknowing girls Mama Sleek is lining up, I think it would be better to hand the reins of the wife-search back over to Earl, after all.
Go forth and find the two-X-chromosomed version of yourself.
As somebody who constantly has their mother trying to set her up with sons of her mother’s friends, all I can say is “Get out while you can”. It just makes future meetings all the more awkward.
I think it would be better to hand the reins of the wife-search back over to Earl, after all.
yeah because it’s worked out so well so far.
Earl is the alpha male of IPB, I can’t believe that doesn’t translate to dating super models out in the real world. WTF?!
he does date supermodels, they just don’t want to marry him. they just use him for his body and his ducks tickets.
yeah because it’s worked out so well so far.
Hey. Didn’t I tell you already? I’m hampered by the day job!
Hey. Didn’t I tell you already? I’m hampered by the day job!
What’s more important to you, Sleek? Your mother’s happiness or your job!
Wait, don’t answer that.
I have a few question unrelated to Earl and his unjust single status:
Will the players be wearing tuxedos at the NHL awards, or is it a more casual, MTV kind of affair? Will their trophy wives also be present at the awards? Does everyone go, or only the lame guys with nothing better to do? Will Crunchy be there? Are their terrible comedy sketches? Will Sid the Kid be there, and will he have a date? And most importantly, is there an open bar at the NHL awards?
What’s more important to you, Sleek? Your mother’s happiness or your job!
But the two are so interrelated. My head hurts from all this scrutiny. :)
Look at what we’ve been reduced to. I don’t care how bad The 2003 NHL Awards Show Debacle was, we need hockey. Anything hockey.
I finally got the scanner to work! Here you go. (The design has since changed btw. I’ve got something going on on my chin now)
Mags to the rescue! Very stylish!
Katebits, to answer your inquiry, typically only the players who are nominated or presenting attend. At least, they’re the only ones that get any face-times. It is a formal affair so everybody are in suits and tuxes, and yes, their trophy wives are also there.
The ceremony itself isn’t all that interesting. Ron McLean will make a couple of bad puns and a band will perform at the beginning middle and end.
But the two are so interrelated. My head hurts from all this scrutiny. :)
I’m just trying to help you get your priorities straight :P
Are you going for Roli-blue, Mags? :b Looks great!
Jeez, I go away to mess with my scanner and suddenly everyone is getting hitched. Gimme a heads up next time :P
Yes Steph, I’m stealing Roli’s blue. Well spotted :P
The ceremony itself isn’t all that interesting. Ron McLean will make a couple of bad puns and a band will perform at the beginning middle and end.
And the band? It will not be good.
I’m just observant like that. Or maybe I like Roli a little too much. But it’s a good color!
Earl, thanks. Because you know, goalies are all about style…
The drawing would be better if I could find my copic markers.
And the band? It will not be good.
HAH! I was just going to say ‘Canadian’! This year it’s The Trews and Finger Eleven.
AWill Sid the Kid be there, and will he have a date?
Since Sid’s nominated for something, I’m thinking he’s going to be there, unless he’s got something more important to do, like babysitting his owner’s kids.
As to a date, he’ll either have the female robot discussed last blog, or his mommy.
Oh dear God I hope it’s his mom.
The NHL Awards show really is dreadful, isn’t it? But some of those boys do look awfully handsome all decked out in their tuxes. The only non-nominated players usually in attendance – or given TV time atleast – are some members of the Stanley Cup winning team. If Crunchy is there, I imagine it will only be to throw Jujubes at the back of Baby Crunchy’s head while mumbling about uppity little brothers and cruel twists of fate. Or maybe that’s what I’d be doing.
Because you know, goalies are all about style…
Is it bad that I snuck around and am fascinated with Martin Beardeur’s height and weight stats?
Clearly Sid’s date has to be Mario. He can’t go to a function that serves alcohol without strict supervision!
If Crunchy is there, I imagine it will only be to throw Jujubes at the back of Baby Crunchy’s head while mumbling about uppity little brothers and cruel twists of fate. Or maybe that’s what I’d be doing.
Or wearing a shirt that says “My Brother Won the Stanley Cup and All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt”
Earl, I know those off by heart. 6-2 and 215 this year.
6-2 and 215 this year.
Don’t get confused with Brodeur–I said Beardeur, who weighs in at a mean 14 ounces and is a meaner 18 inches tall!
Earl, I know those off by heart. 6-2 and 215 this year.
In other words, bigger than every one of Buffalo’s d-men and practically two of Crunchy.
Aww, man. I forgot about BabyCrunchy. I kind of lost my sense of humor about him out of sympathy for CrankyCrunchy.
So what you guys are telling me is that the NHL Awards are going to be pretty lame, and not in a fun ironic lame way, but in a genuinely lame way?
Oh! Beardeur! Is it bad that I take him with me wherever I go?
Is it bad that I take him with me wherever I go?
Not a problem. After all, goalies are all about style…
Just got back from lunch……looks great mags!! Can’t wait to see it finished!!!
Twin Peaks S1
Arrested Development S1
Joan of Arcadia S1
Freaks and Geeks S1
I’ll concede that the only one of these I’ve seen any episodes of is Twin Peaks, and I’ve seen enough to feel safe classifying it as something which transends the TV genre and enters a class of it’s own. I’ve heard good things about all those shows, though, and have been meaning to watch them for a while now. Have you seen Veronica Mars, though? Because I wasn’t just being hyperbolic. As far as cohesive storytelling for a season of TV goes, I doubt there’s anything which can top that first season. It was really more like a 22 hour movie than anything else.
Sleek, if you manage to get your future wife to agree to Teemu, you will give me hope that I can get my future husband to agree to the names Quinn Gryffin and Atticus for sons and Brett Ryan and Kyle for daughters. My children will hate me. Also, my sister once dated a guy who was dead set on naming his first son Jacob Batman. And that guy’s getting married next year. So, Earl, hope is not lost.
Thanks Oil. Will PP live if I come over wearing that thing?
Earl, if it makes it any better (which it won’t), Beardeur is signed by the one and only.
Thanks, BGM. I probably should start a file of all this future-child-name possibilities and keep it handy in case I need to pull a “Hey, at least I’m not asking for these names!”
Yup…she thought it was cool as well!
I second the notion of hunting down a woman for Earl.
(which it won’t)
It was cool before there was a signature! Seriously, Mags, no mocking coming from my end on that one. I’ve got a stuffed Wild Wing on my desk here at work (signed by nobody) who helps me slack off until it’s time to leave.
And I don’t even have a stats certificate! (sniff!)
Awwwww, I’m going to build-a-bear you a duck now. If they have one. So you can have stats and everything. I wonder if they have ducks jerseys now…
Oh! Earl I have the perfect ammo for you: My best friend wants to have a son and a daughter and name them Gym and (wait for it…) Froombash. I’m not joking. Of course, she readily admits that those two names are probably the reason she won’t ever have kids to begin with.
As far as cohesive storytelling for a season of TV goes, I doubt there’s anything which can top that first season.
BGM, I totally agree that Veronica Mars S1 was outrageously good. In fact, it was my immature crush on evil Logan that reopened my heart to having girlish crushes on celebrities, which turned out to be an unstoppable snowballing phenomenon. Once the “retarded crush” floodgates were opened I quickly had more and more crushes until just a few short weeks ago when I found myself googling “Ryan Miller brother Drew” and wound up at IPB.
So what you guys are telling me is that the NHL Awards are going to be pretty lame, and not in a fun ironic lame way, but in a genuinely lame way?
Yes, Katebits, that is exactly what we’re saying. This is why I’m so dismayed that I’m anticipating it like I do Christmas. The best part is seeing stills of the guys in their tuxes. Sid wore a particularly bad-prom-ish one last year and made the mistake of standing next to a very sharply turned out Ovie. I seem to recall Eric Staal cleaned up nice in his suit, too.
a very sharply turned out Ovie
His suit was nice, I’ll give you that, but he made a grave error when it came to footwear. Thinking about those shoes still give me nightmares.
I was really unhappy about the Staal looking, well, less douchey than normal. Of course this was back in the days where I swore I’d absolutely despise him forever, too.
Okay Pookie, consider me braced for extreme lameness. I think I am oddly more interested in seeing their wives and girlfriends than I am in the players. I pride myself in feeling inexplicably superior to incredibly beautiful women.
I pride myself in feeling inexplicably superior to incredibly beautiful women.
Hehe, I do that as well. Just imagining being about 20 times more intelligent and interesting usually helps.
Mags, the helmet looks awesome! I can’t wait to see it once it’s all painted up. I was secretly hoping, when you said it would have a reference to IPB on the back that it would look like Cam Ward’s mask, only instead of Nickelback, it would be pictures of me and Schnookie. (Just kidding. Although that would scare the other team into not shooting.)
Speaking of goalies….by they way Earl……Michael Wall is from us.
Gym and (wait for it…) Froombash
Wow. Wow. My petty daughter request is looking more reasonable all the time.
I was really unhappy about the Staal looking, well, less douchey than normal. Of course this was back in the days where I swore I’d absolutely despise him forever, too.
Wait, does this mean you stopped despising him? Why?!
Katebits… I watched the first season of VM over last spring break with my sister (because we are just happening chicks like that), and by the end of that week I was so in love with Logan Echolls that I’m surprised my boyfriend didn’t break up with me. Really, it was disgusting, the levels of obsession that show brought me to. And now that you say it was Logan (however indirectly) who led you to IPB, I love him that much more!
Pookie, hehe, I would but I’d need pictures of you two first :P Naw it’s going to say “All snark courtesy of P&S and the IPB Regs.” I hope the NetCam catches it, it’ll be cool. I still have to figure out where I’m going to put my tiny little Marty/Devils tribute (I’ve always had one, usually on the back plate, but with the intro of the NetCam I’ll be screwed if someone finds out)
Michael Wall is from us.
Hmmm. I don’t know what “us” refers to here, but Wall has an awesome goalie name, not-so-awesome when it comes to being an actual NHL-caliber goalie. The stretch where Giguere and Bryzgalov were both out, and Wall was “the man”, were among the most hilarious moments of this season, where we literally would dread the most innocent-looking shot, and would nearly pass out in relief if Wall didn’t leave “the rebound of the year” up for his next (attempted) save.
I don’t remember where Wall went at the deadline, but we should have sent a written apology pinned to the back of his jersey.
(hmm, now I’m hoping that “us” isn’t something personal–maybe I’m offending the most stubborn M. Wall supporter on the internet here)
I haven’t gone so far as to LIKE him or anything…but the undying hate those “how does it feel” NHL07 commercials used to provoke in me has waned a TINY TINY bit. I blame Elly and her irrational love for the littler one.
He came from the tips…..but the best goalie is Irving and he inked the deal with the flames…..so you got the crap part….ahhaha
Actually my serious love affair comes to a little known (probably never to be seen in the NHL) goalie named David Reekie……massive heart, good goalie and is priceless while taunting players and other alike with his antics….and not Hasek like antics either.
Anybody harp on the Staals they deal with me. They’re the closest thing we have to actual Dutch people in the NHL, and I am nothing if not proud of my country. (I kid, I kid. Personally I’d like to punch Eric just for those effing irritating ads)
BGM, Logan Echolls could only be hotter if he played hockey, and then the world would explode with his evil hotness.
Mags, your helmet sounds awesome. I can’t wait to see it in action on the NetCam.
Mags, I think the mask looks great! And I agree with Pookie that I was hoping for a more glorious tribute to us, but that’s something that I generally find lacking in just about everything in the world…
Katebits, I agree that it’s inordinately fun feeling superior to the trophy wives of men on whom I have irrational, immature celebrity crushes. Because it’s so very important that they know I’m better than the pretty woman they opted to marry? Because it even matters at all in the course of my life whether they have girlfriends/wives/both? And yet, it’s so titillating to see them and make snap decisions about whether they are harpy shrews or whether they seem cute and nice.
I don’t remember Ovie’s shoes from last year’s awards show! They must have been so awful I’ve repressed them.
Schnookie, allow me to refresh your memory with this picture. (also, sid… it might be a good idea to turn that bottle around…)
WOW….Sid looks almost human….and those shoes on Ovie are….breathtakingly horrible.
Ovie can’t help it that he’s an elf.
And here I am thinking everyone was happy and chipper and you’re all slagging me off! I think I’m going to have some new friends!
And let me leave you with this, would a million satisfied customers be lying? Really?
NO DONT TELL ME ABOUT IRVING. DONT TELL ME HE’S ACTUALLY GOOD *goes off to cry*
Love the mask.
I bet Ovie was forced into those clothes, no way would he wear a full suit without flaming disco pants.
Yes….actually Irving is good. The upside is Calgary is ruling how he plays now here in Everett and they want him to play forward and get out of the crease a lot to field pucks and he is really struggling with that style of play. He can be awesome, but I think Calgary might find him a tough fit for what they want. The did however offically “ink” the deal this December.
If you happen to be on any SoCal freeways soon and see a guy speeding along in his carpool-access Prius muttering to himself “346, 346, 346″, that is just me trying to remember what comment number to start with when I arrive at home.
Clearly his rebellion was the witches shoes.
I’m glad all of you can actually get the gist of the mask. The picture would be better if I could remember where I put my wacom tablet or copic markers. Because then I wouldn’t have had to resort to pencils.
no way would he wear a full suit without flaming disco pants.
O Jordi, only you. Brilliant.
So I have to tell you my Ovie story. PP’s best friend Zane (as in-zane, Mom) loves Ovie (he is also 5). They were having trouble getting him to eat apples and mostly (Zane not Ovie) wanting the apples to be pared so he didn’t eat the skin. His parents tried to convince him it was good. Finally they faked a phone call from Ovie to him telling him that he ate his peels and that they were good.
In-Zane seems to have decided that he doesn’t care about skating like Ovie…..he still wont eat his peels.
I’ve always found it puzzling that they haven’t yet designed a camera lens that takes full-length red carpet shots that don’t make people look so horribly misproportioned. Sid’s and Ovie’s legs look like muffin stumps.
I kind of totally love Ovie, is that bad?
Because it even matters at all in the course of my life whether they have girlfriends/wives/both? And yet, it’s so titillating to see them and make snap decisions about whether they are harpy shrews or whether they seem cute and nice.
I saw a picture of Danny Briere’s wife in full hockey padding and now I inexplicably love her, so I’m not entirely evil towards the hockey wives, but mostly, yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m way better than them :P
Katebits, I adore Ovie. But you all will learn more about that during our 118-part series. I don’t want to tip my hand and find myself short of material this summer.
Sid’s and Ovie’s legs look like muffin stumps.
:^:::::::::::
Also, I’m pretty sure a decent wide angle lens would do the trick.
BGM, Logan Echolls could only be hotter if he played hockey
Oh God… I think Katebits is trying to kill me with daydreams. And now that I’ve pictured it, you will never be able to convince me that he *doesn’t* play hockey. It’s right up his sado-masochistic alley.
I’ve never seen her, but I’m convinced that I love Chris Drury’s wife. The story of how they got together is just so priceless. Also, this is a woman who willingly chose to be forced to introduce herself with the mouthfull “Rory Drury” for the rest of her life. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.
Holy CRAP BGM! You and I are identical soul sisters! I was trying to put into words my love for Rory Drury but I couldn’t explain it so I deleted that comment. I imagine Mrs. Drury is very boisterous and lively to make up for his general (but extremely hot) dour focus. I love Chris Drury not in spite of, but because he seems to be a total pill. But I bet his wife is a hoot.
Schnookie, I can’t wait for you to tell me why I love Ovie!
I saw a picture of Danny Briere’s wife in full hockey padding and now I inexplicably love her, so I’m not entirely evil towards the hockey wives, but mostly, yeah, I’m pretty sure I’m way better than them :P
Danny and Chris both get a thumbs up for marrying cute, perfectly normal seeming wives. They look like girls I could be friends with and hey, I like that. The only other hockey wife that gets a major pass from me is Mrs. Biron. She’s absolutely beautiful but she MUST also be smart, sweet, and funny to have landed Marty.
BGM, I also love the Chris and Rory story. I love quiet Chris chasing her around, asking her out over and over and I REALLY love Chris inviting Rory to the Beanpot or whatever big tournament it was without telling her that he was you know… PLAYING in the tournament. Adorable.
I used to develop little imaginary “friendships” (for lack of a better word) with the Devils wives I deemed cute- and nice-looking. Not so much that I actually imagined I was friends with them, but I decided I liked them, and they’d be fun to hang out with, or whatever. And the one who seemed the cutest and the nicest was Melanie Brodeur. And then they had that spectacularly sordid divorce, and I decided I should stop randomly deciding I knew anything about them as people… :-) (I’m actually really excited to see Mrs. Pando tomorrow at the award show, because for many years we’ve had a running joke at IPB Manor that Pando was married to a raccoon. It’s going to be thrilling to see either A) a human being, or B) a raccoon in evening wear.)
I think there is a pretty strong chance it will be a human with raccoon eyes…
Schnookie, I can’t wait for you to tell me why I love Ovie!
Katebits, I can’t wait to tell you why you love him either! (Hint: it involves crazy Russian exchange students.)
I’m actually really excited to see Mrs. Pando tomorrow at the award show
Holy flirking schnitt! I hadn’t thought about that! And now that I am thinking about it? I can only imagine that he’d bring Gomer as his date. Anything else simply doesn’t compute.
I met the ex-Mrs Brodeur once, she was very charming. Made great cookies. Other than that, I don’t know anything about any hockey wives. I don’t actually want to know.
The Pretty Twin is a hockey girlfriend though, to this almost illegally cute guy who’s with the team I hate. They beat my club for our version of the Cup two years running. Bastards.
Maybe we’ll see Gomer in a fancy evening gown?
And now that I am thinking about it? I can only imagine that he’d bring Gomer as his date
Killing me. The visual of that is just too good.
I am having a really hard time picturing Pando in any type of formal wear……
Maybe we’ll see Gomer in a fancy evening gown?
I had actually written, and then edited out, a comment earlier about how traumatized I was by seeing Dalia Gomez poured into that weird blue ballgown the year Gomer won the Calder. Now I’m imaging Gomer on Pando’s arm, wearing that blue dress and a wig to match Dalia’s hair. I’m now huddled in a fetal position under the reference desk, sobbing, so I hope no one needs any help with their information needs this evening.
Gomer = Scott Gomez, right? Otherwise, I just had a bad visual of Jim Nabors showing up.
Alright, you guys have to stop encouraging because if you don’t I’ll wind up spending the evening daydreaming about hanging out with the Drurys and the Brieres. My capacity for fleshing out daydreams is FAR greater than the average 31-year-old and the last thing I need is another absurd fantasy. I already spend entirely too much time trying to figure out how I’ll convince Crunchy to pose with the “Hi my name is Crunchy and I play the electric oboe” sign when I finally run into him in the bulk food section of the co-op.
I really hope that when the Pandos step out of the limo the first thing you see is a finely dressed raccoon (on a leash of course) followed by Mr. Pando’s tuxedoed leg.
how traumatized I was by seeing Dalia Gomez poured into that weird blue ballgown
WHY???? Why did you have to remind me of that?????
I really hope that when the Pandos step out of the limo the first thing you see is a finely dressed raccoon (on a leash of course) followed by Mr. Pando’s tuxedoed leg.
I am so glad you Googled “Drew Miller brother Ryan” so that we could end up with comments like that on our blog! That wins the “Comment that Made Pookie Laugh the Hardest” Award! I’ll have to pass this on to Boomer, who loves the raccoon thing. She once entertained herself for several hours pretending to answer the phone as Mrs. Pando. It was all squeaks and clicks and she laughed and laughed and laughed.
Ok, that’s it, if I don’t go to bed now the laughing is going to lead to more diet coke up nose which will lead to diet coke on keyboard which in turn is going to result in MacBook death. And that would be bad.
Good night everyone! (By all means continue the crazy speculating, maybe having that to look forward to will lead to me being a morning person…)
My capacity for fleshing out daydreams is FAR greater than the average 31-year-old
I bet I could beat you in a motherfucking fleshing-out-daydreams-off. Oh wait. Maybe you and I are above-average 31-year-olds!
If we don’t see Mrs. Pando (nibbling on a fish skeleton with head still on, fresh from a garbage can the limo passed en route to the show) emerge from the limo first, followed by a… well, actually, I can’t see Pando in a tux either. He’ll be wearing frat boy shorts and a beat-up old t-shirt. So she’ll be followed by a nice view of Pando’s hairy leg. Anyway, if we don’t get a nice view of that sequence at the top of the Awards Show, I will complain throughout my ENTIRE liveblog. Mark. My. Words.
Pookie, Gomer in Dahlia’s dress? HILARIOUS!
Good night, Mags! Sweet dreams of Gomer in formal wear engaged in a Melrose Place-style catfight with Mrs. Pando the raccoon!
Alright, you guys have to stop encouraging because if you don’t I’ll wind up spending the evening daydreaming about hanging out with the Drurys and the Brieres.
Can I come, too? Because if I don’t stop daydreaming about Logan playing hockey now, you may never see me again.
Oh Mags, leaving when my day is only starting?
Oh I just have to complain about Kevin Bieksa. He’s got the face of a tractor but by god her wife is the cutest girl ever. You could put her in your pocket and take her everywhere.
Schnookie, my love for Russians involve Eurovision :).
HAHAHAHAHAHA! I can’t think of anything funny to say. You guys are hilarious! I have to teach a viola lesson now and I’m going to be terrible because instead of actually listening I’ll just be imagining Mrs. Pando with a fish skeleton making skittish little clicking noises.
Good night Mags!
…you go away to cook curry for like, a whole half hour, and you come back to crazy. I approve.
Steph, we wouldn’t have it any other way! (Oh, and curry sounds delish. I’m working on a bowl of potato chips right now, even though I promised myself kale sauted with garlic. What can I say? I’m lazy.)
I have to teach a viola lesson now and I’m going to be terrible because instead of actually listening I’ll just be imagining Mrs. Pando with a fish skeleton making skittish little clicking noises.
I’m thinking maybe this will lead to you imagining your student as a racoon playing a fish skeleton like a viola which produces clicking noises.
Good luck with that!
I’m thinking maybe this will lead to you imagining your student as a racoon playing a fish skeleton like a viola which produces clicking noises.
BGM has just stolen the “Comment That Made Schnookie Laugh Out Loud The Hardest” award from whomever had it last.
Why must everyone be eating? Damn it I hate getting hungry in the mornings because eating actually makes me feel sick! I hate you all!
Poor Pando. He probably just married a raccoon so he could have ownership over his children’s names, but instead, he probably has to call them “click click” and “squeak click” just like everyone else.
Earl just took the award back.
Damn you Earl and I was just starting to believe I could finally drink my soda safely!!! Gah……
Oh well… my mantle loved it while it lasted.
BGM, IPB is all about teaching hard life lessons, like that fame and accolades are fleeting.
Can’t you hand out a certificate? Like “I held the best comment award for 6 whole minutes!”
That’s a good idea, Jordi! And you could get cash prizes, too, like an IPBuck for every minute the comment award was held!
The shocker that I saw in the cup celebration was that Ilya Bryzgalov was carrying around two little kids. Now that’s a lot of crazy!
Oh yeah, and Brad May has a son. Sorry, world.
The shocker that I saw in the cup celebration was that Ilya Bryzgalov was carrying around two little kids. Now that’s a lot of crazy!
I want to hear baby Bryz called into the principal’s office after horseplay on the playground went awry.
Little Bryz: Aaaah! Eeeeet’s just a hopscotch game!”
Oh that was adorable too. But for some reason it was the doucherocket’s kids that had (at least it looked like it) Ilya’s glove and blocker and not his own! How?! They must have stolen it. Their mother is spreading her evil.
I love Ilya’s kids! They looked way better that the children of two blonde sluts whose children aren’t even a product of both of them. Those kids look so clueless that they came in the mail with a message: “You deal with your personal reasons”.
Steph: You and me both.
…can I give an award for being killed by comments to Pookie? Because that just about did me in.
So I’m scanning through the conference schedule and I see:
The Practice and Function of Hockey Photography
except because I see it out of the corner of my eye I read it(sort of subconsciously) as “Hockey Pornography” – then I did quite the double take.
And now I’m wondering what I have to do to become a presenter on that topic next year.
…can I give an award for being killed by comments to Pookie?
Sure. Try not to rescind it the very next chance you get.
Pookie cracked me up, too! (And what was up with the little Pronglets getting all that goalie equipment? That seems patently unfair. I guess Chris must have threatened Ilya with an elbow if he didn’t generously gift his children.)
Wow Jordi just stole it, she works fast.
Oh icing, hockey pornography isn’t earned, it’s a god given talent.
Crap! I failed before Earl even told me not to! And I bet he did, the jerk. I mean the stuff looked huge on the Prongerspawn so Ilya’s kids probably couldn’t even lift it, but seriously!
It’s all part of the Ducks’ special reaching-out effort: “C’mon, Chris, I mean Lauren. Why not honor a contract this time?”
Fans have been donating jewelry and dinnerware towards this persistent cause.
Fans have been donating jewelry and dinnerware towards this persistent cause.
It’s got to take more than that; I mean, they’ve got tons of money, they can buy as much jewelry and dinnerware as Lauren could need in several lifetimes. I bet what they really want is something more intangible. Like souls.
…can I give an award for being killed by comments to Pookie?
Sure. Try not to rescind it the very next chance you get.
Wow Jordi just stole it, she works fast.
Crap! I failed before Earl even told me not to!
This was a pretty awesome exchange, heh heh. That said, sometimes the awards get thrown around awfully fast in here. :D
This was a pretty awesome exchange, heh heh. That said, sometimes the awards get thrown around awfully fast in here. :D
I’m starting to feel the sting of handing out awards willy-nilly. I might have to start being more selective…
Like souls.
That, would be dang near impossible. I’d also like to know which Talent agency the Prongers got their children from for the Stanley Cup celebration, because that much evil cannot produce children that cute.
Bryz has kids? Is Bryz even married, or has he just been living in sin?
As for the general topic of hockey wives, the Senators Ice & Dice pictures from this year has most of the wives and girlfriends and I’m happy to report that they all look like normal women. I mean stunningly gorgeous normal women, but at least more normal than what one would imagine.
Don’t bother with the jewelery donations, what always works with Lauren is a tanning bed.
I just finished my cup of cappucino and I’m already feeling tired already. I’m a slow worker and an even crappier studier!
Is Bryz even married, or has he just been living in sin?
Trying to get a straight answer out of Bryzgalov is like trying to get Shakespeare out of an ox. He thinks he’s married and those are his kids, and that’s good enough by me.
I might have to start being more selective…
I second that. Hell, let’s make a night of it! I think you should make your own IPB Awards Ceremony! Who says we have to be in the NHL to wear tuxes and hideous blue ball gowns and tote around our various racoon wives?
I’d also like to know which Talent agency the Prongers got their children from for the Stanley Cup celebration
I heard they were from the Disney props department.
FIREFOX FOR MAC IS A WHORE!
I’m a slow worker and an even crappier studier!
Studying is for losers! I never studied and look at how successful I am! (If you consider having a degree in Art History and working in a job that only requires a GED “successful”, that is.)
Trying to get a straight answer out of Bryzgalov is like trying to get Shakespeare out of an ox. He thinks he’s married and those are his kids, and that’s good enough by me.
I just don’t even know how to formulate a response worthy of that comment.
When we do host the IPB Awards (and oh yes, someday we will!), hideous blue ball gowns and raccoon wives will be required to gain admittance.
I’ve always imagined that the IPB awards are more like an oscar than a Stanley Cup. Once you have the award, you have it, none of this passing it around. Sure, your tenure as the reigning champion may me short, but at least you get to keep the imaginary trophy.
I’m thinking maybe this will lead to you imagining your student as a racoon playing a fish skeleton like a viola which produces clicking noises.
BMG, I am so effing glad I didn’t see this comment until after I taught my student. You have no idea how much my student sounds like a raccoon playing a fish in a clicky manner! I bet I’m going to be giggling about this one in my sleep tonight.
You guys and your rash string of commnets overheated my computer! (Okay, okay, or it might be my steadfast resistance to air conditioning.)
ANYWAY I heard he is married – mostly because I also heard via some nhl.com article even, his wife co-designed his first mask with him (yep, the one covered in Ducks) and that he used to watch Donald Duck in Russian when he was little, and something about loving cartoons. And since it’s Bryz, I am pretty sure I believe every word of it.
You have no idea how much my student sounds like a raccoon playing a fish in a clicky manner!
I am so crushed to hear this. To think, I’ve always lived with the belief that all of my various and sundry musical instrument teachers thought I was a font of untapped artistic potential. But they were probably all thinking I was playing [insert name of any of the countless instruments Schnookie was forced to play before her parents finally wised up and realized she wasn't going to learn any of them] like a raccoon working over a fish skeleton.
He thinks he’s married and those are his kids, and that’s good enough by me.
I love how you wrote he thinks he’s married. Like he has an imaginary wife that’s really a toaster at home that he comes home to and kisses and the toast that pops up every morning are his kids.
Oh my god Steph, now I am in love with Breezy. FUCK WHY DO I HAVE TO LIKE ALL THE BAD PEOPLE?
I am very pissed that the awesomest Bryzgalov video somehow got taken off YouTube (expired, perhaps? I don’t really spend a lot of time on YouTube), wherein he described his old duck-covered mask.
The beauty was multifold: (a) he was panting, and he was Russian. Somehow they caught him right off a marathon or something, and he was a mouthful the whole time.
(b) He wasn’t just pointing out things on his mask, but took the time to sort of explain each thing as if we were clueless. “This is Scrooge McDuck. He is, how you say, very rich man. Someday I hope to be rich man.” and so forth.
The height of his zaniness. The first time I saw it I was on the floor dying. Damn you, disappearing YouTube!
Steph, when I was in Russia (on a month-long exchange when I was in 10th grade) I was so excited to get to watch “Duck Tales” on TV. They had this magnificent re-recording, in Russian, of the theme song, which, instead of singing “Duck Tales/oooh-OOH-OOH!” except in Russian, sang “Ootka/oooh-OOH-OOH!” (Ootka being the Russian word for duck). And now I can remember about six words in Russian, number one on the list being “duck”. (Rats. I just realized you weren’t even born then and probably don’t know the Duck Tales theme…)
Awww at least your music career didn’t end with you leaving your violin on a train Schnookie.
Oh wait, it’s there again! It’s in the second half of this video.
Talking about wives before, I just had to dig this up.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v91/xpilya/canucks/428898672_3a5576a864_b.jpg
Wow. That’s a lot of hot ladies. But hey! There’s happily married wholesome looking women too! And god Bieksa’s wife. Wow. How can she live with the fact that her husband mows down men for living
But they were probably all thinking I was playing [insert name of any of the countless instruments Schnookie was forced to play before her parents finally wised up and realized she wasn’t going to learn any of them] like a raccoon working over a fish skeleton.
I seriously, seriously, SERIOUSLY doubt that any of your old music teachers ever even ONCE thought, “Damn, Schnookie sounds like a raccoon working over a fish skeleton.” I think that we, The IPB Irregulars, are the first people in the history of the earth to think of such a glorious thing.
…but yeah. The music lessons are as painful for the teacher as they are for the majority of students. Sad but true.
Sherry gets the comment-death award now. Hey, Jordi lasted a few minutes at least!
Earl, it was taken off for a while (I was so sad!), but due to my apparently awesome Bryz-senses, I managed to find a newly uploaded one the day it got put up. It is indeed probably one of my favorite things ever. My personal favorite though is the end – “this is…I’m not ask for this. It just…duck!” Jordi I advise you not to watch it if you don’t want to be totally won over. Seriously.
Schnookie, that just made my day. I DO actually know the Duck Tales theme and not only that but my buddies (whose house I watched Wings games at when we didn’t have cable) have this weird ritual at their place where every time anyone says “DUCK TALES!” you have to do the “oooh-OOH-OOH!” bit. I will now yell “ootka” every time, and think of Bryz.
That picture scares the bejeesus out of me.
I played a million and one instruments too. Piano lessons since age 5…flute since age 12…guitar just cause I thought it was cool. Then I went to performing arts high school where they make you learn two more instruments. Yeah, it was very noisy in our house.
One of those Canuck gals must trade tanning secrets with Mrs. P
I appreciate your kind words, Katebits, but I’m pretty sure my cello teacher probably had a raccoon working over a fish skeleton pop into her mind while listening to me!
And Sherry, I was forced to, like, hold the instruments while someone instructed me on how to play them. “Play” is probably way too strong a word to describe what I was doing.
I appreciate your kind words, Katebits, but I’m pretty sure my cello teacher probably had a raccoon working over a fish skeleton pop into her mind while listening to me!
Oh, but never in the context of an NHL awards ceremony, I’m sure!
Good point, Earl! Thanks. I feel so much better now.
Okay Sherry takes the comment-death award for that vivid description of Ilya’s morning activity. Hey, Jordi lasted a few minutes at least!
Earl, it was taken off for a while (I was so sad!), but due to my apparently awesome Bryz-senses, I managed to find a newly uploaded one the day it got put up. It is indeed probably one of my favorite things ever. My personal favorite though is the end – “this is…I’m not ask for this. It just…duck!” Jordi I advise you not to watch it if you don’t want to be totally won over. Seriously.
Schnookie, that just made my day. I DO actually know the Duck Tales theme and not only that but my buddies (whose house I watched Wings games at when we didn’t have cable) have this weird ritual at their place where every time anyone says “DUCK TALES!” you have to do the “oooh-OOH-OOH!” bit. I will now yell “ootka” every time, and think of Bryz.
This blog has either started eating my comments, or no one can see them but me. I’m not sure which. I don’t like either option.
Wait I can see that one! Let’s try this again!
Sherry gets the comment-death award now. Hey, Jordi lasted a few minutes at least!
Earl, it was taken off for a while (I was so sad!), but due to my apparently awesome Bryz-senses, I managed to find a newly uploaded one the day it got put up. It is indeed probably one of my favorite things ever. My personal favorite though is the end – “this is…I’m not ask for this. It just…duck!” Jordi I advise you not to watch it if you don’t want to be totally won over. Seriously. And since I’m pretty sure the attempt at linking this is what murdered this comment the first two times, http://youtube.com/watch?v=Irb63jeX-pg
Schnookie, that just made my day. I DO actually know the Duck Tales theme and not only that but my buddies (whose house I watched Wings games at when we didn’t have cable) have this weird ritual at their place where every time anyone says “DUCK TALES!” you have to do the “oooh-OOH-OOH!” bit. I will now yell “ootka” every time, and think of Bryz.
Sorry, Steph! Let me go check the spam filter. It’s been surprisingly quiet today…
Steph! Don’t make links! It killed me too!
Haha it’s okay – I think you’ll get about three of the same comment from me if anything! They’re all the same, with various attempts to make links differently, feel free to pick your favorite hahaha.
Here I was just trying to spread Ilya to the masses :(
Seriously, Schnookie. Raccoon-working-over-fish-skeleton-on-the-
NHL-Awards-red-carpet is a very particular kind of hideously bad music making. Most bad music students never achieve that level of wrong; it’s a lot harder than it sounds.
Here I was just trying to spread Ilya to the masses :(
Heh, I found it too, after my comment inspired me to actually check YouTube, and it was revived! Don’t bother with Giguere, but definitely watch Bryzgalov’s part.
I’m so happy it’s back.
Well, everyone can now direct their attentions back to Earl’s video link in comment 422, and the variations of Steph’s comment that follow (the most recent one being at 431). Sorry about that! Our spam filter is insane, but it’s better than letting all the porn links get through (and there are many).
I’m so glad to see that “Ootka/oooh-OOH-OOH!” can enjoy an incarnation beyond just running on a near constant loop in my head!
Like he has an imaginary wife that’s really a toaster
Now I can’t get the image of a toaster in a blue ball gown out of my head.
Schnookie, I took Russian for a semester, and now I will remember how to say (not to mention spell in cyrillic, fancy) “Thank God I’m going to the circus” in Russian until the day I die. And I’m convinced there’s nothing as fun as hearing cartoon theme songs sung in foreign languages. My favorites are Spongebob Squarepants in Spanish, and Winnie the Pooh in Japanese.
You know, it’s even better when you realize that he actually did specifically want some of those ducks on there. I will now forever picture him sitting around brushing off morning skate to sit in the hotel and watch cartoons.
I will now forever picture him sitting around brushing off morning skate to sit in the hotel and watch cartoons.
And needlessly explain the characters’ motivations to his disinterested teammates.
This reminds me I wanted to point out that we’ve considered making the spam filter a little less energetic, but the thing is we get some particularly nasty, disgusting spam. I’m usually pretty low-key about this kind of thing (I’m the librarian who just shrugs when patrons rat out the guys looking at porn on the public computers) but this stuff makes even me cringe. We really, really, really don’t want it popping up on the site. So, sorry IPB Regs! If you leave a comment saying your comment got stuck, Schnookie’s pretty on the ball about retreiving them! If it becomes a huge problem, we’ll rethink the whole thing.
BGM, my big Russian sentence is “Is the boy really blind?” That and “I don’t have a car.” I’m sure the two can be combined to create a very exciting and useful narrative. (I don’t think I ever at any point knew how to say “Thank God I’m going to the circus”, so you must have had a much better teacher than I did…)
And it’s true: cartoon themes in foreign languages are just about the pinnacle of comedy.
Schnookie, maybe it’ll catch on and I’ll get the whole house singing Ducktales in Russian! Ilya would be so proud of me.
If it becomes a huge problem, we’ll rethink the whole thing.
I demand IPBlood!
(Sorry, just had to use that once.)
What I love is that it’s not even “Ducktales”. It’s just “Duck”. Ilya must have really loved the spareness of it. It’s so much deeper and more artistic that way.
I demand IPBlood!
That is FANTASTIC!
My apparently vivid imagination seems to have turned that into Ilya coming down for breakfast when all the cartoons are over and reenacting them for the team until some kindly Duck walks over, gives him a pat, and says, “That’s enough now, Bryz.”
Steph, I am awfully stingy with my awards, but you definitely got my hardest laugh award for at least the next sixteen minutes.
Clearly Ilya went up to the producers of the Russian version and enlightened them during the translation process – “It just…duck!”
Steph, you’re on fire! You get my award until Earl opens his mouth again.
Oooh, a highly elusive Sleek award! I’ll try to live up to it! (Can’t you just see him walking away all dejected that no one appreciates the ducks like him?)
now I have to change my shirt to read “#2 Breezy fan” :(
(and it was a perfectly good blank shirt, too!)
Two at once!? Apparently Ilya really brings out the best in me. I’m not sure how I feel about a Duck being such a good influence.
I’m not sure how I feel about a Duck being such a good influence.
Heh, if it helps, Bryzgalov’s already told a Russian paper he thinks he’s about to be traded. Gotta love that Ilya, can’t start an offseason without him saying something printworthy to the Russian media.
Ahaha my friend just came over to study with me and we’re both discussing ANTM for too long. I know we’ll never get work done :(.
All these player fantasies make me all giggly and force me to fall in love with evil. I swear, it’s much harder to hate every team now.
No one wants Jiggy!
Since I know you’re all on tenterhooks for an update, Pookie asked me to pass along her “good night!” wishes, as she’s shutting down shop at the library and heading home now. Which means it’s almost time for me to make dinner… (Aren’t I just the nice sister, waiting to eat dinner at 10 when she gets home?)
Haha, you know, I almost can’t picture him anywhere else. I mean, where else could he go and plaster cartoons all over his mask?
Hey I eat dinner at 10 on a regular basis. Mostly because I don’t get up until…well let’s not talk about my terrible sleeping habits of late. Jordi I blame you. And Sasky. And those more on the other side of the world than me.
And think of it this way, Jordi, seeing happy cute Ilya with the Cup made the Pronger pain hurt less, so I consider it a good thing. Even if he is a Duck.
I mean, where else could he go and plaster cartoons all over his mask?
That’s true. His agent probably has a list of cartoon shows he’s got to work around. I can picture him on the phone now:
“Would you consider re-naming your team ‘the Smurfs’ in order to work things out? Or maybe ‘the Masters of the Universe’?”
You know that old Phoenix logo?
Transformers.
After that facemask video, Sleek, I might have to make a Breezy fan shirt, too. I literally have not stopped laughing about it. As soon he uttered the phrase “It just… duck!” I’m sure somewhere in Philly, Marty Biron felt slightly less loved. Sorry, Marty!
Also, I saw this: http://youtube.com/watch?v=I-eXsyViDy8 a long time ago before I knew anything about Bryzgalov, and now that I’ve revisited it it’s twice as funny.
He could be a Thundercat with the Panthers.
Or he could decorate his helmet with Power Rangers.
Earl just stole my comment award from…who had it, Sherry, I think?
If the new team’s not receptive who bets he’ll start calling up Giggy (or hey, speakerphone to the whole Ducks lockerroom?) to rehash cartoons every Saturday morning?
Oh my god if it were power rangers it would be the greatest. My sister and I watched that every morning, followed by a re-enactment. She made me the villian and beat me up.
Hey if he’s going to do that he might as well just make his helmet into a replica of a Power Rangers one. He could pick the color based on whatever team he ended up on?
Is this the same comment thread that contained all of the in-depth analyze of young adult literature? If so, we have outdone ourselves here today.
It is a good day in the comment threads when I forget about The Pommerdoodle Detective Agency because of Mrs. Pando the raccoon.
…and you guys are on to Power Rangers now…..
I’m already behind.
Comment 465, from BGM, has just been retrieved from the evil clutches of the spam filter for your perusal.
If the new team’s not receptive who bets he’ll start calling up Giggy (or hey, speakerphone to the whole Ducks lockerroom?) to rehash cartoons every Saturday morning?
And Giguere, fat with money on his new contract, soon after will hire out-of-work actor Gerard Depardieu to answer his phone on Saturday mornings.
Oh god, Katebits — the Pommerdoodle Detective Agency. God, how I wish I could write that YA mystery series. I think it would be a HUGE hit.
young adult literature?
If you mean smut then that can be rectified.
soon after will hire out-of-work actor Gerard Depardieu to answer his phone on Saturday mornings.
NOOOOOOO I need him to continue doing his long line of movies which are on late at night on the foreign channel!
I think you SHOULD write that series Schnookie. Please do!
but they featured a team of kids and were more in the scooby-doo vein. i’m sure there was one about a mummy… does anyone else remember those?
This is pathetic, but I feel I need to take a stab at answering this one, though it has long passed it’s age date, but I think this may be The Three Investigators.
Links don’t stand out very well on Firefox, do they.
How long ago was this discussion anyway? Sheesh :P
Well, the Pommerdoodle Detective Agency is just going to have to take a backseat to “Chasing Sidney”, which I totally meant to start tonight, but instead dithered my evening away IMing Pookie and keeping abreast of the comment thread here. You all are just trying to sabotage my chances at winning the Chasing Sidney Challenge!
Aw, c’mon, Schnookie. Pommerdoodle D.A. practically writes itself!
Episode 1: “The Case of the Disappearing Offense”
Alejandro, that’s exactly what I was thinking of!! (Might not be what E had in mind, but hey, whatever…) You are my hero for finding that!
I am totally exhausted from the rapid pace of today’s comments. There will certainly be no interpretive dance in my immediate future.
I wonder if I could pay some phonebook in Anaheim to list my number under Giguere’s name. I could probably listen to Ilya talk about cartoons for hours and never get tired of it.
Jumping back into the comment thread is like jumping into double dutch. You wait and watch for a few beats before ducking and hoping your timing is right.
I’ve already concocted a plan for my entry into Chasing Sidney, part love story, trafficking, poverty and duelling, all fit into a fourteen minute folk song.
Episode 1: “The Case of the Disappearing Offense”
EARL! BAD EARL!
Episode 1: “The Case of the Disappearing Offense”
Ohhh… BURN!
That’s a hard mystery for Pommie to solve, because he just keeps crying thinking about it, and how much that title hurts his feelings.
There will certainly be no interpretive dance in my immediate future.
Delete the word “immediate” and I’m with ya 100%. ;P
Episode 1: “The Case of the Disappearing Offense”
AHAHAHA oh lord I shouldn’t be reading this while studying. In a library.
I’ve already concocted a plan for my entry into Chasing Sidney, part love story, trafficking, poverty and duelling, all fit into a fourteen minute folk song.
BRILLIANT!
a fourteen minute folk song
That’s a horrible folk song! Needs some smut.
Earl, I am totally doing an interpretive dance titled “Earl is on my list”, RIGHT NOW!
Dang, is this going to be the summer where Sleek owes 118 people some Bailey’s?
Jiggy’s son went under surgery!? Awww… poor kid.
I want some Baileys! Forget about Sherry! Give them to me!
Jordi,
There may be some smut, it all just depends on your puritanicalness…
There may be some smut, it all just depends on your puritanicalness…
I am the most corrupt 17 year old girl anyone has ever seen not counting a public high school in a bad suburb. Or uh… Calgary *runs*
Don’t talk to me about Giguere’s kid, I’m trying to be mad at him for not being Ilya and things that make it hard to dislike him are not welcome okay!?
Jordi: No one believes you. Especially not me.
Aw, but if I had it my way Giguere would play in net and Bryzgalov would be calling the game on TV. If that works like I think it would, there’d be a real possibility that I’d stop attending games completely.
I’m sorry Steph, my coolness factor must’ve fallen sometime after our Sidney Crosby’s boymeat discussion :(.
At least Giggy… isn’t… Chris… Pronger?
Oh wait, I read that as you DENYING it. If you’re admitting then sure, I’ll second it :b
Now I just imagine Breezy shouting “DUCK! DUCK! DUCK!” in intermissions.
Bryzgalov would be calling the game on TV. If that works like I think it would, there’d be a real possibility that I’d stop attending games completely.
Nobody would go to games! It would be pin-drop silent at the Ponda, while tens of thousands would be at home, glued to the TV screens.
Episode 1: “The Case of the Disappearing Offense”
Imagine Pommers surprise when he discovers that he was one of the primary culprits! :::gasp!::: Crunchy can just sit back and cackle as he watches Jason try to wrap his brain around that one.
What kills me about the goalie mask clip is that Bryz fails to recognize the team mascot: “I am not ordering that….It’s just…duck!” He’s even wearing it on his shirt!
Nobody would go to games! It would be pin-drop silent at the Ponda, while tens of thousands would be at home, glued to the TV screens.
And angry callers about the black out on theirs!
Crunchy can just sit back and cackle as he watches Jason try to wrap his brain around that one.
Wow! I love it!
Crunchy can just sit back and cackle as he watches Jason try to wrap his brain around that one.
Oh, the wry little smile as Crunchy tamps the tobacco in his pipe and sits back in his leather wingback chair, watching as his little acolyte’s tiny, tiny brain starts letting off smoke.
(I should tell you Heather, I’m actually writing a riff on the boarding school ouevre called “Shattuck Boys”. It features as its protagonist a 12-year-old Crunchy, who is attending the august elite hockey boarding school on a monocle scholarship. His nemesis is the richie-rich coach’s son, Zach Parise. Sid does appear in this book, too, which means I probably have a leg up on the Chasing Sidney Challenge, because I’m already halfway through a coming-of-age novel that’s at least a little bit about him… And, uh, now I’ve said too much.)
Okay Sleek, I could get behind that. God I would…like…okay I almost just said “become a Duck fan” but I realized no, not even the promise of Ilya could do that. It would certainly aid in my purchase of Centre Ice next year though.
And Grace, I KNOW! I love that he knows what all the OTHER ducks are, but the one that’s the TEAM LOGO? Bah, unimportant.
It features as its protagonist a 12-year-old Crunchy, who is attending the august elite hockey boarding school on a monocle scholarship.
Funded by the Monopoly man…
“I am not ordering that….It’s just…duck!” He’s even wearing it on his shirt!
It’s like he’s outraged that somebody would take a goalie helmet covered with cartoon ducks and put a cartoon duck on it. Classic.
Funded by the Monopoly man…
Moneybags! He turned up in all my maths tests.
Schnookie, please release the first chapter. Do it. Now.
And Steph if you become a Ducks fan I will never talk to you again!
Jordi, I’d let you read the first chapter, but I don’t know how to attach it to the blog or anything without making it a 10,000-word post. My tech person is driving home from work right now!
You could make it a 10,000-word comment.
Email me! Email it! Now! Now! Now!
Gosh I sound like the fruit seller outside work.
You could make it a 10,000-word comment.
Salient point.
But I need a copy I can save on my HD with formatting and footnotes!
I was actually going to give you a taste of the first paragraph… but dammit it’s on my other laptop! (That’s just below “the dog ate it” on list of Lamest Excuses Ever, isn’t it?)
Jordi! Have more faith in me!
Maybe he’s just not a Mighty Ducks fan! (Or maybe they just never translated those into Russian?)
My favourite lame excuse was “I wasn’t told”.
Anyway Schnookie just explain the general outline and maybe make some handsignals about it.
Plus Steph, Is have very little faith in Ducks fans.
Where’d the s appear? “Yze reckon I have very li’l faith in Ducky fans”
By the way, I tuned in way later after Sherry’s radio program, but that McMaster radio station rocks. Either that or I’m way tired of RadioParadise.
Yze made me jump to Yzerman and I was like, yeah, I hope he doesn’t have faith in Ducks fans. And then I was like, that doesn’t make any sense. And then I was like, BAH and went to go look at cute pictures of Ilya.
I’m losing my touch.
Wait you need to hit me up on the cute pictures of Ilya Steph. And you still owe me Hemsky!
Oh, the wry little smile as Crunchy tamps the tobacco in his pipe and sits back in his leather wingback chair, watching as his little acolyte’s tiny, tiny brain starts letting off smoke.
I love how Crunchy’s mythology is getting shadier. Soon he’ll have a hunchback, and his long Crunchy fingers will be in continual nefarious motion. Pommerdoodle is in serious trouble.
I love how Crunchy’s mythology is getting shadier. Soon he’ll have a hunchback, and his long Crunchy fingers will be in continual nefarious motion.
Crunchy morphs into…Mr. Burns?!
Akk! Too far Grace! Too far!
“Excellent”
–”C.” Montgomery Burns
Now it all makes sense!
With Pommerdoodle as his hapless Smithers.
Sorry, Katebits! It’s just the hunchback and long fingers in continual nefarious motion! Who else?
Oh poor Crunchy! He needs my tender love! (Sorry Schnookie, but I’ll get this one.)
Jordi I’m working on it! It’s not my fault my stupid computer’s being slow!
I’ve got plenty of Hemsky though, all the time. I want my poster :(
His crankiness may be endearing now, but just give it another 100 years or so, and he’ll be the spitting image of ol’ Monty Burns. Try tender lovin’ that.
Sorry, all I can imagine now is yellow Crunchy. That’s a bit weird in my books.
Oh, Schnookie is going to have conniptions when she gets back and find out what we’ve done. I hope I don’t get banished from IPBLand!
OK, it’s seems the easiest way to distribute Schnookie’s masterpiece “Shattuck Boys” is to do this: anyone who wants a copy, email us at interchangeablepartsblog [at] gmail [dot] com. We’ll send you the 78-page document in pdf form! The only thing I regret about starting IPB is that it’s taken her away from writing on Shattuck Boys, so I’ll never know who dies at the end!
Oh, and we’re eating dinner right now, but Schnookie is still managing to cry out “Crunchy is NOT Monty Burns!!!”
Everyone needs love, even 130-year-old, yellow Mr. CrunchyBurns. Probably him more than most.
Are you FUCKING SERIOUS SCHNOOKIE! My mind is blown. I need to lie down.
“Crunchy is NOT Monty Burns!!!”
Yeah, I bet his house is shittier.
“Crunchy is NOT Monty Burns!!!”
Yeah, I bet his house is shittier.
And he has fewer guard dogs with bees in their mouths so that when the dogs bite you the bees sting you.
Of course, there is always that kid BURNS on Minnesota that I’ve been singing “Senor Burns” to all year; I’d hate to give that up.
And he has fewer guard dogs with bees in their mouths so that when the dogs bite you the bees sting you.
I completely agree that Crunchy is NOT MR. BURNS, but I am pretty sure he does have some of those bee dogs.
I’ll tell you, I’m scared of the notion of reading 78 pages. Then again, I’m also kind of scared not to read them.
I’m doing an interpretive dance of gleeful anticipation right now. Shattuck Boys!
Crunchy has to upgrade his wardrobe if he wants to grow up to be Mr. Burns. Boy dresses like a homeless man.
Am I not good enough to receive the story :(. I’m still waiting patiently at my mail and nada.
I’ll tell you, I’m scared of the notion of reading 78 pages. Then again, I’m also kind of scared not to read them.
We can just send out the first chapter, if you’d like. Also, it’s 78 pages double-spaced. Schnookie assures me it’s only about 25,000 words.
Eh studying shits me up the wall. Time to eat lunch.
Jordi, you didn’t make it clear you wanted the story! One pdf coming right up!
Hmmm, Mirtle says Keenan will be the head coach in Calgary. That sounds promising.
If only my computer were not permanently rebelling against .pdf files. Soon! Soon I will have my real laptop back!
Oh, speaking of which, why didn’t Carlyle get more than a year’s extension on his contract?
Carlyle: I don’t know, but it wasn’t an extension for this coming season. It was an extension following this coming season.
But why just a one year extension? I dunno, but a lot of the team is signed for 2 more years. Maybe the Ducks are aligning for a complete roster explosion.
Hmmm, Mirtle says Keenan will be the head coach in Calgary. That sounds promising.
That’s great news, because it means he’s not coming to Jersey! (Could you even imagine??)
Episode 1: “The Case of the Disappearing Offense”
I hope Pommerdoodle remembers to check under the rink. I’m convinced the offense was wandering around down there Spinal-Tap style the entire post season.
Maybe the Ducks are aligning for a complete roster explosion.
Ah, the Buffalo Sabres approach to contracts. You’re in for a treat in two years, Sleek, let me tell you.
Actually next year might be a crunch too. I think Getzlaf and Perry both get to move on past their rookie contracts then.
Earl! This just in! I found a group on facebook called “If 100,000 people join, my fiancé will let me name my second son Spiderman.” I think if you seek out the woman in question and offer to rescue her from this terrible fate, she would be grateful enough not only to marry you, but to accept a daughter named Teemu. And if not, you could always take the facebook-bet route with your future wife.
By the way, there are 99,998 members right now. Hah!
Well, it’s bedtime for IPB! Good night to everyone still here, and we’ll see you in the morning!
Wow! Howl’s Moving Castle. What a great film.
Wasn’t Calcifer cool?
The coolest. I shudder to think what Billy Crystal did to that character.
Classic Miyazaki: turn a fire demon into a cute, kawaisoo, yet fearsome at times, character.
I thought the animation was stunning, too.
My only, only gripe was that I liked Turnip Head 100xs better before his little Beauty and the Beast transformation. What on earth? And I had to go to Wiki to figure out that he was the reason the war could end.
Yeah, story got a little crazy, but it just gives you a reason to watch it again. I think Spirited Away was better, but Howl’s puts a lot up there against it.
Actually, Crystal wasn’t that bad, but still, you gotta have principles.
Now for some reason I feel an itch to watch Mononoke again.
Lalalala I don’t believe in Howl’s Moving Castle. I loved Spirited Away, it was… just… beautiful. I don’t know. I did read the book to Howl’s and well, it was all awesome.
And Pookie, I said I could live with no smut! That’s a yes in down under!
It took me an hour to catch up on the comment. You are all crazy.
Ah, Spirited Away, one of my all time fave movies.
Ah, Spirited Away, one of my all time fave movies.
Best. Movie. Ever.