This is the 40th in our summer series in which we are drawing hockey cards at random from a box and then writing about them.
It’s Wednesday night, and you know what that means, Gentle Reader — Pookie’s working late. It also means Project Runway is on tonight, as well as a new Mythbusters, and we’re not too proud to admit that we’re totally excited to hunker down over our late, late dinner watching them. So in order to be ready to just settle into a TV junk-food coma when Pookie gets home at 10, we have to write tonight’s post remotely. This is the actual conversation we IM’d while planning our contribution to the blogosphere:
Pookie: Do you want to draw a card now?
Schnookie: Okay. Let me drag my sorry ass across the room to the PBS dispenser.
Pookie: Thanks.
Schnookie: This is what I picked: Martin Hanzal
Pookie: David, where’d you get Hanzal? [Ed. Note: this is an extremely obscure reference to "Wet, Hot American Summer"]
Schnookie: Then Lauri Tukonen (AGAIN!)
Pookie: WTF?
Schnookie: Then Torrey Mitchell. Then Cristobal Huet.
Pookie: I don’t know who that is and I refuse to answer.
Schnookie: Then I stopped and collapsed into tears.
This dialog suggests we’ve had it with PBS and the crummy players that call the PBS box home, but in all honesty, that’s not the case. At just about this time last year, we’d reached the end of our ropes with summertime and all the stuff-that’s-not-hockey it has to offer. Sure playing Katamari for hours on end is fun, but it’s not the same as watching the Devils (perhaps because it’s fun? We digress). So when the SCF ended, and the Draft had come and gone, our outlook on summertime was grim. We were sure to find ourselves antsy for hockey mid-way through July, we were positive that watching DVDs of 80′s TV shows could only amuse us for so long, and we knew for a fact that by this time, we would be desperately bored.
Fuuuunny story…
We are loving summer. For the first time ever, we are loving summer and all of the stuff-that’s-not-hockey it has to offer! Of course, we don’t mean to imply that we love hockey any less. Au contraire, Gentle Reader, this newfound appreciation of the lazy off-season lifestyle will likely only make us love hockey more! You see, right now, we don’t have to be sitting down in front of the television, with dinner prepped, packaged as leftovers, and cleaned up, all by the 7:05 puck-drop. We can take self-indulgent post-work naps and water the garden and cook dinner and photograph said dinner and garden and stand around leisurely talking about our work days and reshingle the roof without any care in the world about 7:05. 7:05 passes with nary a thought from any of us! And yet, were we to live like this forever? Wethinks trouble that way lies. An entire life led without the structure of the hockey season would be like eating cookie dough for dinner every night. If, uh, cookie dough ever got tired. Which it doesn’t. OK, bad example! It would be like eating cookie dough for dinner but discovering after three months that the cookie dough has coconut in it.
So we will toss our Hanzal, Tukonen, Mitchell, and Huet cards to the late-darkening summer sky in a celebration of this most wonderful coconut-less time of year, while simultaneously looking forward to a return to structure, order, and hockey. Sweet, sweet hockey.
Val’s working late tonight too!
sitting down in front of the television, with dinner prepped, packaged as leftovers, and cleaned up, all by the 7:05 puck-drop.
That’s exactly what it’s like here, at the not-so-stately Pam and Val’s apartment!
By the way I’m enjoying your dinner photos more than I probably should. Except for the frozen pizza, yuck!
Pam, if only the Devils would take our hectic dinner prep into consideration with those start times! As for the frozen pizza? Yummmmm… Comfort food…
I feel so bad for Val having to work late!
And seriously, the Devils have NOT considered the fact that many of us like to, I dunno, relax when we get home from work, and not have to race to make, eat, and clean up dinner. WHAT WERE THEY THINKING? Gah! I hate 7:00 start time so much!
(And, um, yeah… We have a frozen pizza problem.)
(I’m glad you’re enjoying the pictures. It’s a really fun project, even if it means we’re having to confront how badly we eat. :D)
It’s almost time for me to go home — I hope Val gets to leave work soon, too!
I wonder if your drawing Lauri Tukonen twice is a good omen for us. We traded for him. I think. Was that us? Look! A jackrabbit! :P
Patty, the first thing I thought was that the PBS dispenser was predicting good things for Tukonen. The second thing I thought was, “Why are there so fucking many Lauri Tukonen cards in here?”
I’m sure in a couple of years when Lauri Tukonen has just won the Hart Trophy we’ll look back on this day and chuckle about how we thought so little of him. :P
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
Val came home about 20 minutes ago!
Yes, dinner must be made, eaten, packed into leftovers for tomorrow’s lunch and cleaned before the game. Who wants to clean after? Imagine how much more stressful it is if you were going to the game too!
Because we cant afford to eat at the Rock more than twice a season.
Yeah, Patty, Lauri Tukonen is going to show us!
When we had season tickets we used to buy popcorn at the game because we’d leave the house at 5:00, and then eat some kind of junk (we’d often make english muffin pizzas) when we got home at 11:30. On weeknights. There’s a reason I’m not sorry we don’t do that anymore! :D
I need season tickets! I like going to games because I head downtown on the Tollway, that is about a mile from my office. Against traffic. I get there way early and the parking lot I use is empty so I can park in the closest corner. Then I have plenty of time to work on a blog post (because by then I’ll have an iPhone of course), then watch the warmup while I eat some cheese fries. Then go home and watch the game on TiVo to catch all the stuff I missed. And in bed by 2! Yay!
Patty, that sounds like a dream come true! :D
The Canucks just have to really suck for four years while I finish school, and then the 6 year waiting list will have cleared up so I can buy season tickets! It’s a perfect plan.
I don’t see how that plan can fail, alix! (Or you can move to Jersey and be a Devils fan. There are plenty of good seats still available!)
Mmmmmm…tasty seats. And I wouldn’t really have to adjust my hockey watching at all considering our teams are both a little low on that whole goal scoring thing. I could maybe even get close enough to the glass to share a pot brownie with Paulie.
Okay, I just saw Wet, Hot American Summer for the first time like two days ago, and I don’t get that reference. At all. Please explain.
I could maybe even get close enough to the glass to share a pot brownie with Paulie.
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I don’t get that reference. At all.
At the risk of looking like a total dork, it’s actually a reference to an off-hand story the director tells in the commentary. Which I’ve watched an embarrassing number of times. And it was a really bastardized way to reference it. But did you like the movie?
Anytime I hear anything about Wet, Hot American Summer, my kneejerk reaction is to say, “I’m going to go fondle my sweaters!”
I’ve seen WHAS about twenty times and I didn’t get the reference either, but then again, I’ve never watched the director commentary (for shame, I know).
But did you like the movie?
I thought it was pretty funny, up until about the time they went into town. After that, it got a little too…weird? campy? I’m not sure which word I am looking for to describe the second half.
The worst part was, I was watching it, and Rod came downstairs to watch it about halfway through. I had to keep saying: “I swear, this movie was totally normal before you came down here!!”
He didn’t believe me.
Well, normal isn’t what WHAS is all about! :D I’m glad you enjoyed the first half, though!
Caitlin, the director’s commentary is David Wain and Michael Showalter shooting the shit, so I thought it was really funny.
Unrelated aside here — Caitlin, we just got someone on IPB Living essentially telling us we did the garlic-growing equivalent of not yearning for true, pure love. I think the guy invented the garlic that lost the roasting part of our garlic taste test, so he accused us of growing it wrong, and then said, “Do your research and you will see that Chesnok Red wins baking contests everywhere.” We’re like, “Oh, sorry! I guess we were wrong and it actually tasted GREAT!” :P
Yeah, IPB Living. You’re doing it wrong.
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Caitlin, we just got someone on IPB Living essentially telling us we did the garlic-growing equivalent of not yearning for true, pure love.
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Great, does this mean garlic fans everywhere are going to conspire to implode the internets? :D
“Do your research and you will see that Chesnok Red wins baking contests everywhere.” We’re like, “Oh, sorry! I guess we were wrong and it actually tasted GREAT!” :P
For serious? He MUST have missed out. Geez. Isn’t there something understood in there about taste being subjective? Sheesh.
I think the guy invented the garlic that lost the roasting part of our garlic taste test
OOH! See, now I never got SMeyer commenting in angst on my blog. Well played, -Ookies, well played!
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And Pookie? I will totally listen to the commentary next time ’round!
What gets me is, he commented on a taste test post saying “do your research”. Dude. I did my research. You just read about it. What more can I do than bake it and taste it to see if I like the taste of it baked? WTF!
Dude. I did my research. You just read about it. What more can I do than bake it and taste it to see if I like the taste of it baked? WTF!
Clearly, Pookie, this makes the case that some people should be licensed to use the Internet.
I had no idea people felt so…vehemently about garlic taste! I mean…we can all get on the same page here that garlic’s good stuff, right? It’s just varying degrees of goodness, right?
I love that he pretty much just read your last paragraph only and said, “Fuck this shit, I’m going to show them what’s up!”
See, now I never got SMeyer commenting in angst on my blog. Well played, -Ookies, well played!
I feel like such a superstar! And I’m sure if you keep it up, the miffed Twimoms of the world will report you to the Twilight Powers That Be. And then you’ll be sorry.
And really, the wrath of the Chesnok Red National Fan Club is hard to bear. I’m going to cry myself to sleep tonight for not doing enough research before tasting it. (Funnily enough, we did a little research on the variety that DID win our roasting test, and it turns out it’s one of the highest-rated roasting garlics that Seeds of Change sells. Hm. So much conflicting evidence! What do I believe? The Chesnok Lobby? The German White Lobby? My own taste buds? The interwebs just complicate things so much! :P)
I love that he pretty much just read your last paragraph only and said, “Fuck this shit, I’m going to show them what’s up!”
That’s certainly how I approach things I read on the interwebs. I’m like the opposite of Patty. Patty reads only the first sentence, and I read only the last one.
I read the middle one and nothing ever makes sense to me.
And on that note, I’m off to lay awake all night fretting that my taste buds are all WRONG WRONG WRONG!
And I’m sure if you keep it up, the miffed Twimoms of the world will report you to the Twilight Powers That Be. And then you’ll be sorry.
The whole “fandom” is too busy falling in on itself in angst, much like a wonky souffle. At this point, I shudder to think that the Twimoms might actually cheer me on.
And really, the wrath of the Chesnok Red National Fan Club is hard to bear. I’m going to cry myself to sleep tonight for not doing enough research before tasting it.
Well, Schnookie, you guys CERTAINLY aren’t going to get an invitation to the next Chesnok Red National Fan Club Annual Awards Ceremony and Banquet, hosted in Cincinatti’s illustrious Holiday Inn Express…NOW ARE YOU?
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That’s the most terrible thing I’ve ever heard!
I read the middle one and nothing ever makes sense to me.
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Schnookie, I think the reason you don’t like coconut is because your research is FLAWED. If you’d just do your research, you’d know that plenty of experts say that coconut is delicious! So there!
If you’d just do your research, you’d know that plenty of experts say that coconut is delicious! So there!
And this is EXACTLY why I dropped out of grad school! If that’s what an advanced degree would give me — a taste for coconut — I’d rather stay ignorant.
It would also make you overrate mediocre garlic, so you were smart to drop out!
Dude, you are SO RIGHT. I narrowly avoided a lifelong disaster! Thank heavens I’m an academic underachiever! :D
(And on that note, I think it’s time to admit that no matter how much I think I don’t have to go to work tomorrow, I still do have to go. Just the way no matter how much Mr. Chesnok Red Appreciation Society President thinks his garlic tastes best in a blind roasting taste test, the fact is that it can’t hold a candle to our German White. SO THERE! Anyway, good night, everyone!)
Good night!
Morning, IPB! How fares everyone?
My way into work was not good. The morning radio show I listen to was going to have Sean Avery on this morning, and thankfully, I missed him, but I had to hear an awful lot of slurpage about how awesome Avery is.
Yuck!
Good morning, everyone!
Caitlin, that is AWFUL! But don’t worry — in two years he’ll have worn out his welcome and everyone will hate him. That’s how it works. (Actually, I don’t think the media ever hates him because he makes their jobs so much easier. So that angle of the slurpage will never go away. Sorry.)
I’ve had an hilarious morning. Two of our senior kitties are headed off to the vet today for things that we should be able to do for ourselves (one needs mats raked out of his fur and the other needs his back claws trimmed; they’re both so ornery that we aren’t able to do this for them), and Boomer had caught and crated them right before I got up. So when I emerged from my room this morning, I was greeted by the panicked cries of our pathetic, matted ragdoll Roy, who’s got the tiniest, raspiest voice, as he was thrashing about in his crate and wondering where it all went wrong. I’m such a cruel cat owner, but that totally cracked me up.
Good Morning Caitlin. I’m sorry that you are now exposed to the hyperbole that used when describing Mr. Avery. We had been dealing with it in NJ/NY since he came here.
Also, on an unrelated note, I hurt my fucking back yesterday, while doing nothing more than turning in my desk chair. Yesterday I lied down, and I could barely get back up. It’s like I went from age 25 to 85 in a matter of minutes! It still hurts today, but I’m a little more mobile. The only reason I came in to work is because I’m getting free lunch today.
To clarify, good morning to all!
Good morning, all!
Caitlin, I’m sorry you had to hear all the Avery slurpage. That’s cruel and unusual punishment.
I want Brett Farve to go away now. Since he’s now a Jet, the local media is all atwitter that the Bills have to play him twice. Big whoop.
Amy, it’s even worse in NJ…talk about slurpage
I’m sorry that you are now exposed to the hyperbole that used when describing Mr. Avery. We had been dealing with it in NJ/NY since he came here.
I have to be honest, my profound sympathy for the Stars fans in our midst is tempered by a deep sense of relief that he is no longer in NY. Every time I hear about him now, my initial thought is, “WOOOOOOOO!!!!” :P
Pam, I’m so sorry about your back! I guess it’s proving once again that it’s true what they say about free lunches. :P
Amy, it’s even worse in NJ…talk about slurpage
HAHAHAHA!!! I had no idea this had happened! I love the summertime, when I can live under a “local sports coverage” rock!
I’ll glady trade Sean Avery slurpage for Brett Favre slurpage!
I had never even heard of Avery until he said shit about french guys with visors, or whatever it was at the time. All I knew was about his assholism, not his hockey abilities.
Then he comes to NY, and suddenly, he’s a great, talented player. Give me a break. That is the “rangers effect”. Some average jerk plays for them, scores a goal, and suddenly he’s the second coming of christ.
To further my point, remember when Sam and JD (I miss JD!) thought Petr Prucha was good? Now he’s Renney’s doghouse seemingly every fucking night!
I’m such a cruel cat owner, but that totally cracked me up.
Heh! I would’ve cracked up too, Schnookie. Poor kitty, but…heee!
So Favre signed with the Jets then? SO…the Jets are determined to continue their years long streak of suck? Alrighty then.
Actually, I don’t think the media ever hates him because he makes their jobs so much easier. So that angle of the slurpage will never go away. Sorry
Yeah, I guess not. The reporters here in Dallas love him already. He threw out the first pitch at the Rangers game last night, and was apparently searching during the game for Erin Andrews from ESPN so he could be interviewed. Which, uh, just made me think of that awful Gawker story in my head.
Then he comes to NY, and suddenly, he’s a great, talented player. Give me a break. That is the “rangers effect”. Some average jerk plays for them, scores a goal, and suddenly he’s the second coming of christ.
Yeah, I’d heard of him as “that guy who said racist things about French-Canadian and black players, who got run out of Detroit, and then caused his teammates in LA to mutiny against him”. And I agree about the “Rangers effect” elevating Avery to ridiculous levels, but even while I’m rolling my eyes and saying “shut up about how great he is, already!” I’m also laughing uproariously at the Rangers, who are just so measurably better when he’s in their lineup, tossing him aside. I realize I probably can’t have it both ways, but you know what? I don’t care. Heh. I’m going to go right on believing he was vastly overrated in NY and was also the only reason they ever won any games during his tenure. :D
To further my point, remember when Sam and JD (I miss JD!) thought Petr Prucha was good? Now he’s Renney’s doghouse seemingly every fucking night!
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And Caitlin, that sounds like Avery. I think it’s pretty telling about the NHL that the hockey media is like, “A famewhore? HOW MARVELOUS!” while the media covering the NBA is like, “Is there anyone here who’s really humble? Anyone? Anyone?”
Remember when Manny Malhotra was the second coming of Bob Gainey?
Schnookie, the reason why he’s effective is because he resorts to extremely annoying bush league tactics to make up for his lack of anything else.
What bothers me is when you have someone in the media saying, “let’s not forget, antics aside, Sean Avery is a great hockey player!”
He’s a great asshole, but not a talented player. There’s a difference.
I have to be honest, my profound sympathy for the Stars fans in our midst is tempered by a deep sense of relief that he is no longer in NY.
That’s how I felt when he left the Western Conference. When he went to NY, I was already loathing him. I go straight to the fact that the Kings told him to stay home with games still left to play.
The list of Ranger “never-was”‘s is incredible. I hope to add Nigel Dawes to it someday.
Jamie Lundmark anyone?
Sam and JD were perfect. Sure JD was a homer, but his jovial nature made you forgive him for it and like him anyway. Joe Micheletti is just a giant fucking asshole.
(Also, I do a mean Howie Rose impression!)
Remember when Manny Malhotra was the second coming of Bob Gainey?
MANNY MALHOTRA! That’s who I was trying to think of. Oh man. Manny Malhotra. Or, as we like to say, Maaaaaaaaaaaaanny Malhotra.
I hope to add Nigel Dawes to it someday.
I dunno. He’s a proven Marty-killer, no matter how big a bust he potentially ends up being the rest of the time.
Jamie Lundmark!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
And yeah, JD was a homer, but no worse than most. He was also the most knowledgable color guy in hockey, and the best at making the novice viewer understand what he’s talking about without ever talking down to the point where the established fans feel like the broadcast has been dumbed down. Man, I miss him. :(
My favorite Ranger institution was the FLY line:
Fleury Lindros York
And then in ’02 they lost every game in January and missed the playoffs, after leading the division for the 1st three months of the season or so. I believe the Devils put the nail in their coffin that year. All that aside, 2002 sucked.
Good morning, everyone! (Actually, it’s kind of an annoyingly awful morning for me so far. After all that talk of calling out, I really wanted to this morning because I feel awful, but I have an appointment with a customer that I’d feel bad cancelling. I drove to work with the mantra of, “I’ll go home after the appointment, I’ll go home after the appointment.” Then I get to work and discover that two other people have already declared they’re going home early so not only do I have to stay, but I have to cover their reference desk shifts. SO NOT COOK! Fortunately, I have tomorrow afternoon off.)
Favre’s a Jet?! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Ah, Peter Prucha! I so, so, so, so miss JD. I could maybe even handle the Devils and Rangers playing so often if JD was still around. Because when the going got awful, I could just sit there saying, “Oh, I apologize, Sam! I apologize! I said so-and-so wears number 14 but in fact he wears 15! I am SO SORRY! I apologize! Oh, this is terrible, Sam! I apologize!”
My favorite Ranger institution was the FLY line:
Fleury Lindros York
HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I forgot about Fluery! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
My favorite Ranger institution was the FLY line:
Fleury Lindros York
That? Is brilliant. :D
Who was that Ranger who was the teeny bop favorite in the late 90′s? Sundstrum? Nikals Sundstrum? Whatever happened to him?
Holy crap! Nicky Sundstrum! This has been an amazing trip down memory lane, hasn’t it?
I also liked Cory Cross and Boris Mironov, possible two of the worst defensemen in history.
Pam, a Boris Mironov mention is enough to BLOW MY MIND. :D
Boris Mironov?!? How do you remember these people?! Wowza.
I have no idea…But I have no memories of anyone pre-2001, since I wasn’t “hardcore” about sports back then.
I even remember what Mironov looked like!
I’ll have to dig them up, but my sis has some great ranger pics that we have to send to you. It’s from a time when they posed for a fashion magazine (too bad Avery wasn’t around back then!) of some sort, and it’s the funniest thing ever.
Oooh, I think I know what pictures you’re talking about, Pam!
The ones where they are all covered in faux icicles
Okay, no, I’m thinking of something else. :P
Good, then you will enjoy these! God I hope I can find them.
Well, it’s time for me to go and partake in that free lunch that I’ve braved back pain for.
See ya later!
Have fun! I hope the lunch is worth the pain of coming in to work today!
“let’s not forget, antics aside, Sean Avery is a great hockey player!”
But you can’t overlook the antics. They’re what he’s best known for.
Exactly, Amy. You can’t really divorce the two, can you? And he really doesn’t want us to.
And he really doesn’t want us to.
Though he does throw up some mighty big distractions, what with the fashion and cougar dating.
Puck Daddy linked to me this morning, and I’ve already had two of their commenters want to take away my blogging license.
Amy, I saw that and was like, “WTF? But Amy’s the bomb! You people are stupid.”
I’m just laughing about it. What else can you do? Its not worth getting worked up about.
Yeah, that’s definitely true, Amy.
Manny Malhotra. Or, as we like to say, Maaaaaaaaaaaaanny Malhotra.
Haha! We Stars fans say the same thing! He was one of those guys that I thought was going to “blossom” with the Stars, after having been a “disappointment” up until then. If I recall correctly, he was a high draft pick.
Another is Niko Kapanen. Both of those guys, I thought would surely make us regret letting them go. But… um, not so much.
I’m just laughing about it. What else can you do? Its not worth getting worked up about.
I’m so sorry! But yeah, you can’t help but laugh, really. It’s not like muffing up the Florida-team Stanley Cup situation is a crime against the greater good of the hockey blogosphere or anything. :D
If I recall correctly, he was a high draft pick.
That’s going to be the epitaph on the graves of so many guys drafted by the Rangers in the ’90s.
Oh man! Niko Kapanen! Another blast from the past!
My sister and I met him at a Mavs game once. He was very nice. And pretty surprised somebody recognized him. If he were on the concourse in street clothes at a Stars game, he might still not get recognized.
Happy 21st Birthday to Sid! I think next playoffs will be his beard year. :D
I think next playoffs will be his beard year.
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I think next playoffs will be his beard year.
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He might need to start growing it around March, but he’ll have one.
Not to bring things back to Avery, but Yahoo has a picture of him at the baseball game last night with Turco and Morrow. All three are looking happy-ish, but unfortunately for Turco, the photographer snapped him with his hand swinging forward, making it look like he was grabbing Avery’s tushie. Poor Marty.
They grow up so quickly.
I know, what’s sadder is that when Sid retires, they’re going to ship that little wooden boy right down to the factory to make matchsticks out of him. But at least that’s a long way off, right?
All three are looking happy-ish, but unfortunately for Turco, the photographer snapped him with his hand swinging forward, making it look like he was grabbing Avery’s tushie. Poor Marty.
Morrow and Marty must’ve ground down several molars putting up with that crap.
It’s okay, Marty’s had more embarrassing stuff happen, like the fact that he had to appear on Dallas’ local New Year’s Eve festivities and he was drunk. He was drunk enough to sway, giggle and slur his way through his appearance. :D
I saw that picture, Amy! Morrow looks good, doesn’t he? Mmmmm.
I know, what’s sadder is that when Sid retires, they’re going to ship that little wooden boy right down to the factory to make matchsticks out of him. But at least that’s a long way off, right?
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Someday all that’s going to be left of Sid is a pile of trophies, some matchsticks, and some particle board.
And I’ll always think of him fondly when I pick up a cheap pack of matchsticks at some dive bar. Poor Sid.
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To all the Sid match-stick stuff!
I forgot it was Sid’s B Day! How could I?
Also, I just found a huge Hershey’s Chocolate bar (3.5oz) on the ground. (still wrapped of course!) That was like as exciting as finding cash!
And I’ll always think of him fondly when I pick up a cheap pack of matchsticks at some dive bar. Poor Sid.
Twenty years from now, when I’m building a side table from IKEA, I’ll do the same. (:^:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::)
Pam, finding a chocolate bar is MORE exciting than finding cash, because it saves you the intermediate step of converting the found cash into candy.
Schnookie that’s true! Plus it’s huge! I can share this joyous event with Val! (I’m so nice)
and my back didnt hurt when I bent over to pick it up!
Pam, how awesome that your back didn’t hurt! And that you found a chocolate bar!
finding a chocolate bar is MORE exciting than finding cash, because it saves you the intermediate step of converting the found cash into candy.
This is so very, very true. I’m pissed that I managed to leave my Ghiradelli chocolate bar at home today. Sigh.
I’m so glad your back was well enough to pick up the candy bar! (Really, that’s all I ever want from my health — to keep me candy-enabled. :D)
I’m pissed that I managed to leave my Ghiradelli chocolate bar at home today. Sigh.
Dude, that BLOWS! That’s almost as bad as the time a couple weeks ago when I thought I’d get something from the candy machine here and realized that I didn’t have anything smaller than a $20.
I hate it when that happens. Why can’t candy machines take 20′s and make change? That would be nice.
Yea, as long as their is no sudden turning or twisting, my back is fine!
Why can’t candy machines take 20’s and make change? That would be nice.
Oh, I know, right? Or one of the new kinds where you can use your debit/credit card to get a drink!
That’s almost as bad as the time a couple weeks ago when I thought I’d get something from the candy machine here and realized that I didn’t have anything smaller than a $20.
I just looked in our candy machine. Pistachios and granola, that’s all that’s left. Ick.
I rarely go to the candy machine because it’s too far (and it would be faster to go to the convenience store in the campus center…)
But last I went, I discovered an ice cream machine right next to it!
I don’t understand where there isn’t a change machine to go with my candy machine! Come on, employer! It’s not that hard, is it? (I just checked, and while I’m not currently in the market for candy [there are ginger-oatmeal cookies waiting at home], it’s unusually well-stocked. Two types of M&Ms! Fritos! 3 Musketeers! Snickers! I bet there are even Diet Cokes! [It's a combination of snack and soda machine that almost never has sodas in it.] It’s a snack machine miracle!)
Pistachios and granola, that’s all that’s left. Ick.
Eww. You should kick the machine for not being better stocked.
We don’t have a vending machine here — just a staff kitchen that often has food products brought in for sharing. There’s some kind of bakery box with frosting crusted on the outside (I didn’t look on the inside) and my boss just gave me some dark chocolate from Tawain. I usually turn that stuff down but remember when I said I didn’t call out because I had an appointment? And remember when I said I had an awful headache? Well turns out my appointment stood me up and the last few hours have featured two guys drilling and hammering at the wall next to my computer. Really all that’s missing is a jackhammer outside and a piano tuner. Sheesh! So chocolate it is! Pam, you and I are lucky in chocolate today, aren’t we?
Yes we are, Pookie! Any day that involves unexpected chocolate is a good day, no matter how shitty otherwise!
I know, what’s sadder is that when Sid retires, they’re going to ship that little wooden boy right down to the factory to make matchsticks out of him. But at least that’s a long way off, right?
:^:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Robot Sid just never gets old! Years and years from now, well after Sid’s retirement and filing down to matchsticks, we’ll hear “Bleep Bloop” on the wind. And wonder what happened to the little wooden robot boy.
well after Sid’s retirement and filing down to matchsticks, we’ll hear “Bleep Bloop” on the wind. And wonder what happened to the little wooden robot boy.
:^::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: The haunting song of “Bleep Bloop” on a wintry storm’s winds is going to be Sid’s greatest legacy.
What was it you said about the offseason and a soldering iron? Because the Jets fan in me is staring at my soldering iron, contemplating about plugging it in.
Oh no, Frisby! Don’t do it! It’s not worth it! He’s going to get injured on the first down of the season! I mean, that’s the only way this can end. No worries!
Oh gosh, that could be even worse. I mean, even Pennington lasted more than one down. :P
Wow — you really can’t win, can you? :P
No, not really. Well I’m going to bed, can you do me a favor and fill my glass half full the morning? ;)
Frisby, :^::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: (And good night! Maybe when you wake up tomorrow, this will all have been a bad dream.)
Good morning, everyone! I hope Frisby’s glass is half full today! I know mine is — I get to leave work in 2 1/2 hours! WOOOO!! 2 1/2 day weekend! WOOOOO!!!
Good morning, Pookie!
It’s my turn today to feel like its September. Its not supposed to get out of the 60s today, and its rainy. Its like an early, early fall day. That means hockey is around the corner, right?
I get to leave work in 2 1/2 hours! WOOOO!! 2 1/2 day weekend! WOOOOO!!!
Yay, that’s so exciting! Congrats!
I’m spending my day gloriously preparing exhibits. If that doesn’t scream fun on a Friday, I don’t know what does.
That means hockey is around the corner, right?
Of course it is! It rained here for the first time in recent memory and I took that as a sign that hockey season was even closer. :)
Its like an early, early fall day.
Oh my gosh, I know! When I opened the front door today there was a cool breeze! A COOL BREEZE! HOOOOCCCCKKKKEEEEEYYYYY!!!
Good morning, everyone! Amy, I am SO jealous of your cool, rainy weather! We’re not quite there yet, but Pookie’s right — it’s cool and we’ve had Septembry breezes all week. I’m going CRAZY! I think “60s and rainy” would probably do me in entirely. :P Caitlin, I’m so glad to hear you guys got some rain; does this mean the heat has broken a bit? (And how cruel of the weather gods is it for all of us to have hockey-y weather here in August?)
It rained here for the first time in recent memory and I took that as a sign that hockey season was even closer.
Is that what that was? When I left this morning my driveway was wet and I assumed vandals had watered my lawn. Rain, you say? Interesting. Good thing I didn’t call the police!
When I left this morning my driveway was wet and I assumed vandals had watered my lawn.
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While it’s nothing like the rainlessness y’all have been having, there was a pretty funny rain situation at stately IPB Manor last weekend. Boomer and I had gone a bit upstate to make a Costco run, and on our way back we drove through a MASSIVE rainstorm. We were less than five miles from our house and almost had to pull over because visibility in the torrential rain was no more than ten feet. There were sheets of water coursing over the asphalt on the roads, and the shoulders were all flooded out. We were like, “WOO HOO! We don’t have to water the garden! Sweet!” Then we got into our neighborhood and it was like a switch had been flipped. The streets were lightly dusted with rain, like it had merely misted here. It was completely dry under the overhanging branches, because it hadn’t rained hard enough to get through the leaves. Seriously, what is UO with that? Basically, it rained profusely everywhere in Central Jersey EXCEPT our garden.
I HATE it when that happens, Schnookie! Our storms usually come from the north and the northwest and my house is in the southeast corner of (the northern half of) Dallas. So it’s not unusual for everybody I know to get rain but me. And also to be under rain for the whole trip home from work until I get off the freeway. Then nothing.
That really is the worst, isn’t it? We have some friends who live in a slightly more “moutainous” (for New Jersey) region about 20 miles from here. They are in their own microclimate or something — for one thing, they’ll email us something like, “IT’S SNOWING!!!” and I’ll get all excited and race to the window… and it’ll be sunny. Or like a few summers ago when we were getting steady rain at least once every week and they complained to us about how a drought was killing their newly-planted trees. But the real kicker is that they’ll walk downhill to the end of their block and discover that there was a frost at the bottom of the hill but not at their house three doors up. I find this endlessly fascinating.
And that’s my story.
I’m glad Caitlin and Patty got rain. We didn’t get a drop. :( The clouds seem to like to part over our little suburb. It can be raining at DFW airport just to our southwest and we won’t get anything. It has been cooler though. The highs have been 95-98 instead of 105-108. :)
It’s probably good though, if I had weather like Amy’s right now I’d be all, “There’s a hockey game tonight, right!” Which wouldn’t be good because I still need more time to get used to seeing Sean Avery in a Stars uniform. I don’t think I’m ready to see him on the ice yet. Blah.
Oh and Happy Birthday Patty!!!
Hey, 95-98 is nothing to scoff at! That’s positively frosty! :P
Actually, it is amazing, the difference between 95 and 105 is huge!!!
Well, I’m off to meet Pookie for lunch! See y’all later!
Thanks, Myra!
Back from lunch! And on my weekend now! WOOOOO!
Myra, you are SO RIGHT about the temperatures. Out in AZ it felt like sweater weather when we’d drop back down into the 90′s. Hell, it could feel like sweater weather when we’d drop down into just the 100′s. Those 110′s are KILLER.
Luckily, we rarely hit the 110′s here. Whew.
Hell, it could feel like sweater weather when we’d drop down into just the 100’s.
I love the 100′s, but then again, I LOVE hot weather.
Back from lunch! And on my weekend now! WOOOOO!
I’m envious! One boss is gone to a conference, maybe if my other boss leaves a tad early, we can both have a kickstart to the weekend. ::crosses fingers::
Well, it is a dry heat in AZ. :P
Pookie and I just made the base for ice cream! I’m so excited for it.
And that’s my story.
Pookie and I just made the base for ice cream! I’m so excited for it.
I want homemade ice cream… ::grumble::
I want an ice cream maker so I can have peppermint ice cream all year long, instead of just at Christmas.
Happy birthday, Patty!
I should have sended you some poutine…
And hey, everyone else!
Thanks, alix!
I’m still mad at myself for not at least TRYING poutine while I had the chance. Sure, I might have had one bite and thrown the rest away, but still! :P
Peppermint ice cream year-round is a GREAT reason to get an ice cream maker!
alix, that’s so sweet of you to think of sending Patty some poutine! We all know how much she loves it. :D
I feel like I would love it, but sadly I missed my chance. I wouldn’t mind a nice cinnamon-sugar beavertail, though. And a glass bottle of Coke. That was yummy.
*Shudder* those cheese curds creep me out. But you might have liked it. A lot of people do.
The gravy is what scares me the most. I like gravy, but on fries it sounds crazy. Of course, I like gravy on mashed potatoes so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
I like gravy on mashed potatoes so maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
I’ve never had poutine, but french fries dipped in gravy are pretty good.
And a glass bottle of Coke.
It might not be the same, but at Christmas time, Target sells 6-packs of Coke in glass bottles.
I tend to think that if not for the fact that it’s beef gravy, I would probably love poutine. Seriously, it combines several of nature’s tastiest foodstuffs!
Amy, I’m always tempted by those Christmas-season glass bottles of Coke. They’re so cute!
Amy, I love those! I always save the bottles, planning to put a rosebud or a daisy in them and display them on a window sill, then I get irritated and throw them away. This past Christmas they had vintage-style bottles that were very cute.
Whee! The Sabres signed Teppo!
I think you can sometimes get chicken gravy or whatever instead. But considering I don’t eat meat, I might not actually have any idea what I’m talking about.
Yay for Teppo!
And alix, don’t they make vegetarian poutine? With, like, soy gravy? :P
Teppo? Teppo Numminen? Teppo Numminen who was so offended by his suspension that he would never set foot in Buffalo again much less play for the cheap, dirty bastards who run the Sabres? That Teppo?
(Yay, Teppo!)
Awwww! Good for Teppo!
And alix, don’t they make vegetarian poutine? With, like, soy gravy? :P
Heh! They probably do somewhere. But there’s still cheese curds. Ewwwww.
Teppo? Teppo Numminen? Teppo Numminen who was so offended by his suspension that he would never set foot in Buffalo again much less play for the cheap, dirty bastards who run the Sabres?
Bucky, please give Heather back her computer. :)
But there’s still cheese curds.
Have you ever had fries and blue cheese dressing? That’s some good stuff right there.
I like fries with Ranch dressing, too. For a while, Wendy’s had a “Chipotle” sauce for their chicken nuggets and I always got it for my fries. Then they discontinued it for some reason. It was delicious.
But there’s still cheese curds. Ewwwww.
What if they were soy curds? :P
What about soy gravy curds?
Dang. I have to finish off my 100 things but I’m stuck at 80.
What if they were soy curds? :P
Hee! I think it’s the whole curd thing. I’m against the concept of curds.
Have you ever had fries and blue cheese dressing? That’s some good stuff right there.
I haven’t! Remind me to try it though. I love fries with flavoured mayo. And I was pretty bummed that the Milestones in Ottawa didn’t have that watercress dipping sauce. It’s delicious…damn. Now I really want a veggie burger and curly fries from Milestones.
Patty, who is 35 on the Stars?
and sorry, I mean wears number 35. Not 35 years old.
alix, I am loving your 100 things posts!
(And if you can only think of 80 things, just make up the last 20. :P)
Thanks, Schnookie! That’s so sweet! Hee. It might just come to the making up thing. If I say I love Celine Dion at number 91, you’ll know :P
Turco wears 35, alix.
Use the last 20 to contradict some of the first 80.
TURCO!?!? Didn’t see that coming. Heh. Puck Daddy had a picture of Avery, Morrow, and Turco smiling and waving on the baseball field, and I was like “Huh. 35′s kind of foxy. Who is that?” That’s never happened with Turco for me.
I wondered if it was that picture that made you ask. :D
Morrow is REALLY foxy.
Turco looks better when his hair fills in a little.
Morrow is REALLY foxy.
Ummmm. Yeah! I didn’t understand the Morrow love until I saw that picture. Woooow. That picture is reeeally working for him. Like so foxy I couldn’t stare directly at him.
He has a great smile. He’s a big smiler/laugher. (Or are you being sarcastic? :D )
(Or are you being sarcastic? :D )
Nope! Not this time :)
Turco definitely needs a little hair. I like it much better when he’s let it grow out some than when it’s freshly buzzed.
So where is this magically hott picture of Turco? Why have I not seen this??
Jen over at The Shootout has a full length shot here:
http://theshootout.wordpress.com/2008/08/07/sean-avery-press-conference/
Puck Daddy has a slightly different shot that is a little better of Morrow but you can’t admire his legs in it. :)
http://sports.yahoo.com/nhl/blog/puck_daddy/post/Sean-Avery-vs-the-perky-local-morning-news-team?urn=nhl,99502
Oooh! They all are looking awfully foxy, aren’t they? (Well, ignoring the one in the middle, that is.)
Here’s a nice big picture of the one with Morrow grinning, but no legs.
Well, ignoring the one in the middle, that is.
Exactly. Although that might be something to help me live with his presence. He sure makes the real Stars look that much hotter by comparison. They go from SMOKIN’ to SSSSSSSSSSSMOKIN’! :P
He sure makes the real Stars look that much hotter by comparison. They go from SMOKIN’ to SSSSSSSSSSSMOKIN’! :P
:^:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: I think I’ll take that positive kind of thinking and apply it to Bobby Holik! You’re so smart, Patty! Way to turn that frown upside down!
Bobby Holik is the perfect example!
It’s the only thing Blobby Holik is good for.
WOOO HOOO!!! My glass is half full! I paid my truck off a year early and I just got the lein release from the bank in the mail today. My brother cosigned for me though, so I just need him sign off on it and will be mine. All MINE!
Hopefully I won’t cut a telephone pole in half three months from now (like I did after paying off of my last truck).
Congratulations, Frisby! I think everyone here can agree with the “hopefully you won’t cut a telephone pole in half this time” sentiment. Scary!
Yikes, Frisby! Those telephone poles are alway jumping out in front of people!
In defense of that particular pole, it happened very early on New Year’s day 2001. I’ll let you use your imagination about the cause of the accident.
And how is Morrow able to be so happy with that…that…thing walking behind him?
WOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Huzzah for Frisby’s truck! (And, um, I’m sure it won’t be having the same problems as your previous truck. I mean, that old truck CLEARLY had a drinking problem.)
And how is Morrow able to be so happy with that…that…thing walking behind him?
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