We are going to be performing a bit of an experiment tonight, Gentle Reader. We’re going to watch the game… without sound. This is a huge thing for us, because, since we do stitching handiwork during hockey broadcasts, we tend to listen more than we watch. Maybe it’s because of that that we find ourselves so at wits’ end with Chico’s baseless optimism, or maybe it’s just that the combination of Devils sucktitude and Chico’s spin on it is nauseating to everyone, whatever their approach to watching the games. Whatever the case is, we’re going Chico-free tonight. And sound-free. It’s going to be an adventure. We will attempt to give regular updates of our hopes and dreams. Please join us!
7:14 pm Our happiness level is high! The Devils sucktitude level is shockingly low! Neidermayer the Lesser scores while Schnookie’s making dinner and Pookie is soaking in how peaceful a game on mute seems.
7:15 pm Scratch that. Happiness level is low, Devils sucktitude is high. Prospal scores. This muted game is bringing us peace — quick, break its legs!
7:23 pm Happiness level is high again, as we’re all ensconced in front of the TV with plates of what we’re lovingly calling, in honor of our recent research into Scandinavian food, “Taco Chickentaco”. The Devils sucktitude level is questionable, as we’re silently watching commercials. We suspect it’s high.
7:35 pm You know what’s crazy about having the game muted? You have to actually watch and pay attention. When MSG+ shows us a replay of Dubinsky getting hit by two Devils, Pookie remarks, “Fraser’s back in the lineup!” Then, in an effort to figure out which d-man came out to make room for him, she proceeds to name all of the Devils’ d-men. She is stunned. “That’s the first time all season I’ve been able to name people in the lineup.” This makes us happy. And the Devils are in the offensive zone, so their sucktitude level is shockingly low.
7:37 pm Happiness level high! Sucktitude level low! WOOOOOO!!!!
7:38 pm Immediately after the Devils take a 2-1 lead, PL3 and some Ranger whose name we can’t read because his sweater is getting all wrinkled around his nameplate fight. Pookie: “Happiness level is low. Why do we have Leblond?” Schnookie: “Please. He’s not Peters.”
7:44 pm Happiness level super high! Thanks to the game being pre-muted, we don’t have to race to silence the television before Stan starts to speak. We are completely and utterly Stan-less and it’s fan-fucking-tastic.
7:59 pm Happiness level pretty much the same, but smartless level? Through the roof! Instead of listening to Dano and Gel-O, we spend intermission discussing the whaling industry (and we didn’t suggest harpooning Peters once!). But, some of us are doing better than others at this whole “muted game” thing. As we cut back to the game, Boomer chirps, “Oh, we got a second goal!”
8:07 pm Hm. One the one hand, we’ve discovered that when the game is muted, the players seem to be skating faster. On the other hand, the Rangers scored again.
8:17 pm The Devils sucktitude meter is vacillating wildly, first dropping dangerously low with a power play goal, then rebounding strongly by promptly giving up an answering goal off a grotesque turnover. Our happiness level, however, is holding steady. Because at least we’re not hearing about it.
8:21 pm Happiness level… dropping… dropping… We come back from commercial to see an “upcoming broadcasts” screen. They are Pittsburgh, the Islanders, and Pittsburgh. Schnookie: “Ew. Really?”
8:23 pm Having the television muted means we hear more of the environmental sounds around stately IPB Manor. Which in this case meant an old, uncoordinated cat going down a long flight of stairs. It sounded a lot like a pirate with a peg leg or two. We’re pretty sure the prospect of the basement being overrun with peg-legged pirates is always going to trump a Devils-Rangers game.
8:25 pm Happiness level warily high. That happiness gauge isn’t over-committing as the Rangers will most likely tie up before we can finish typing this.
8:28 pm Rolston makes the game 5-3 (or rather, Dan Girardi does, by tipping a shot through the Prawn), and our happiness meter commits to “high”. There is little funnier than a slow-developing three-on-one down low with no sound. It looked like everyone was skating underwater. While we watch the replays of the goal, Pookie says, “Wow. Girardi looked like Redden there.” Schnookie: “Whoa. I’ve thought he was Redden all game, because I got their numbers mixed up.” Pookie: “That’s the worst thing anyone’s ever said about Dan Girardi.” Boomer, looking up from where she was checking online for her jury duty requirements: “Hey! We chased King Prawn!”
8:36 pm The happiness meter is off the charts! They keep showing us shots of mopey Prawn sniffling sadly on the bench, as this is apparently the first time in his career that he’s been pulled in a Devils game. Pookie: “His little buggy prawn eyes are going to be crying themselves to sleep on their little buggy prawn pillows tonight!”
9:09 pm Whoa. Having the sound off means you can suddenly look up and realize that there are less than 10 minutes left in the game. Sucktitude level seems low. Happiness level is high. This experiment so far is a success.
9:21 pm The Showdown at the Triple Z Ranch silently strikes to make it 6-3. The Devils are showing woefully low levels of sucktitude. It’s almost as if they transferred all their sucktitude to the Rangers. If this is the end result, we might never watch hockey with the sound on again.
Sometimes I like to watch Sabres games without sound too! And visual…
Something tells me Patty at center is not the solution to all our problems.
Sometimes I like to watch Sabres games without sound too! And visual…
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Patty at center means Zubrus goes back with Zach and Travis, though, and I really liked that line (for the few shifts it got to play).
I am shocked – shocked! – to learn that neither PL3 nor Rob Niedermayer are dead and buried in a Staten Island landfill.
Sounds like the Sabres/Stars game. Both teams scored while the anthem was still being sung. I just downloaded The Killers live in England on my iPod, so Mancari just scored to “When You Were Young.” Ironically, he does “look a thing like Jeeeeesus.”
Turco is back to his old self.
Our sound is the only good thing about the games these days.
Turco is back to his old self.
Apparently the thing to do is to move him to center.
You guys are lucky. Just heard from Chico about how Jamie Langenbrunner is an “insightful” captain.
Tyler Myers = big.
Stephane Robidas big.
Woops. That was supposed to be the “not equals” sign. Forgot it was an empty tag.
I take it that you mean !+
By which I mean !=
I should use that one next time, gunner!
Apparently the thing to do is to move him to center.
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And I have to say, I’m delighted that I’m not hearing about how insightful Langer is! This is the best game ever!
Is this Doc’s first game back from the break? Because he’s in TERRIBLE form… you’ve really picked an ideal to go soundless.
WOOOOOO!!!!! That goal was so insightful!
you’ve really picked an ideal to go soundless.
I hate to be the one to admit it, but this has not been Doc’s finest season. :(
This is one of those games that would be interesting to hear on Versus just to see who they think the bigger pain in the ass is, Ott or Kaleta.
I hate to be the one to admit it, but this has not been Doc’s finest season. :(
Yeah, he and Marty are no longer in their salad days.
6 goals in the first period! This game has potential to be a trainwreck! How you doin’ Patty?
One thing I’m sure you’re missing sound-wise is Dan-O’s many, many accidental double entendres.
As long as we’re close, I’m okay so far, mcguffers. :D
I think it’s cute that Benn scored and then his buddy Myers scored.
One thing I’m sure you’re missing sound-wise is Dan-O’s many, many accidental double entendres.
:^::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: It really is remarkable how little I miss the sound. Heh.
For some reason I’m much more cognizant of the fans we can see milling about in their seats in the foreground. Lots of douches in Rangers Gomez sweaters. How do people like that live with themselves?
Jeebus… We left two freaking guys uncovered on that play. What the bloody hell was Fraser doing?
What the bloody hell was Fraser doing?
Fraser: “There was a hobo! I was looking at it!”
Lots of douches in Rangers Gomez sweaters. How do people like that live with themselves?
They’re Daddies constantly tell them they’re the best thing ever. And then their Daddies negotiate with their bosses for undeserved raises for them.
Right! Of course! How did I not think of that?
Fraser: “There was a hobo! I was looking at it!”
Lemaire: For the last time, HIS NAME IS ANDREW. HE’S YOUR TEAMMATE!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOOOOOO!!!!!!
Fraser: “There was a hobo! I was looking at it!”
Lemaire: For the last time, HIS NAME IS ANDREW. HE’S YOUR TEAMMATE!
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Lemaire: For the last time, HIS NAME IS ANDREW. HE’S YOUR TEAMMATE!
:^:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Fraser: “That’s not what I’ve been told.”
Could the Devils POSSIBLY be ANY stupider?
Wooooooooooooo!
Poor, sad, pathetic Fraser.
Lemaire: For the last time, HIS NAME IS ANDREW. HE’S YOUR TEAMMATE!
:^:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: That big team meeting wasn’t actually abut the players getting back to accountability. It was just an hour-long session with flashcards of hobos and flashcards of Peters.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
It was just an hour-long session with flashcards of hobos and flashcards of Peters.
And the hour-long argument about whether there was a difference.
Fraser: “That’s not what I’ve been told.”
Lemaire: Look, just because Rolston winks at the end of a sentence doesn’t mean he’s being sarcastic. It’s a nervous twitch! He can’t control it!
And the hour-long argument about whether there was a difference.
Which unfortunately forced them to table the seminar entitled “Mike Mottau and Mr. Magoo, a Comparitive Analysis.”
Lemaire is considering just not permitting Rolston to talk to any of his teammates, to keep those kinds of misunderstandings to a minimum.
Which unfortunately forced them to table the seminar entitled “Mike Mottau and Mr. Magoo, a Comparitive Analysis.”
:^:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: I’ve heard SUCH good things about that seminar, too. It’ll change your life. Or at least it’s supposed to change your life, if you’re the person who keeps putting Mottau in the lineup.
Aw, and there he is, setting up a goal, just to make us look wrong. :P
WOOO!!!!!
Oh! I heard that Myers was born in Houston and fell in love with hockey after seeing an Aeros game before he moved to Calgary at 10! I had no idea! (I used to live in Houston and also saw an Aeros game as an 8-year-old.)
Which unfortunately forced them to table the seminar entitled “Mike Mottau and Mr. Magoo, a Comparitive Analysis.”
I now hope I never see Mike Mottau on tv or live, just to keep my innocence of imagining he IS Mr. Magoo, just skating around blindly, narrowly missing angry Rangers fans and industrial booms.
WOOOOOOOO!!!!
I would like to point out that, if not for Langer, that puck was heading six feet wide of the goal. Furthermore, like Mr. Magoo, Mottau’s vision problems almost never endanger himself, just others (Marty).
WOOOOOOO!!!!!!!
(I used to live in Houston and also saw an Aeros game as an 8-year-old.)
And now you’re an 8-foot tall hockey player! Or something.
Aw, man, did they have to pull the Prawn? We never, EVER score after goalie changes!
What’s Morrow doing out there? I fired him several games ago! He’s fired again.
*Rubs eyes, does double-take* A-humina-humina wha?
WOOOOOO
WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Furthermore, like Mr. Magoo, Mottau’s vision problems almost never endanger himself, just others (Marty).
:^:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: It’s so true. (And Tim, he TOTALLY looks EXACTLY like Mr. Magoo.)
What’s Morrow doing out there? I fired him several games ago! He’s fired again.
Dude, I hate it when they do that!
I’d just like to say now, that TGI Friday’s Santa Fe sauce looks exactly like vomit when you splurt it all over your shirt while trying to put it in a skillet.
And now you’re an 8-foot tall hockey player! Or something.
Even if I had moved to Calgary and grown to be 8 feet tall, I still would probably be a corporate drone because I’m just a dumb ol’ girl. :P
Hm. His dad was in the oil business? I wonder if my dad knows him… My dad used to go to Calgary on business all the time.
An excerpt from the seminar:
“…What is clear from the footage is that while Mr. Magoo obviously suffers from severely impaired vision (roughly 20/2000), Mr. Mottau has excellent visual acuity. Mr. Mottau instead appears to suffer from a form of agnosia which impairs his ability to recognize objects such as pucks, opposing players, and teammates.”
Mr. Mottau instead appears to suffer from a form of agnosia which impairs his ability to recognize objects such as pucks, opposing players, and teammates.
:^::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Too good!!!
I’d just like to say now, that TGI Friday’s Santa Fe sauce looks exactly like vomit when you splurt it all over your shirt while trying to put it in a skillet.
Mottau’s constantly trying to use that as his excuse.
ACK! Muting can’t save you from THE WINK!!!
I still would probably be a corporate drone because I’m just a dumb ol’ girl. :P
Maybe you’d be a predator drone instead? Flying robot assassins are super cool.
Maybe you’d be a predator drone instead? Flying robot assassins are super cool.
Ooooh! That’d be cooooool! Could I ski sometimes, too?
Could I ski sometimes, too?
I should certainly hope so! Ski assassins are HAWT!
Considering the goalie’s been chased and there’s a two goal lead, I’m as nervous as if we were playing Carolina in the first round.
Gunner, I feel the same way. Something is about to go TERRIBLY wrong, just because it wouldn’t be right otherwise. :P
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And look at all those Rangers fans heading for the exits!
Dude, I love when Zubrus plays with Zach and Travis!
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Coconut M&M Update: I finally found some at my local QuikTrip and I’m basically underwhelmed. I was hoping it would be like a coconut filling, but it’s basically a regular M&M with a TINY hint of coconut flavor.
You’re welcome. :P
Patty, that’s repulsive. :P
Patty, that’s repulsive. :P
Heh.
I love coconut and even I think that’s a terrible idea.
I finally found some at my local QuikTrip and I’m basically underwhelmed.
I agree. I thought they would be like mini Mounds bars. Although aren’t there little M&M versions of Almond Joys now? That could be good.
I’m attributing tonight’s win to Steve Mesler. It’s easy to think you’re better than average when the city’s other major sports team is the Bills. But bring a gold medal to the puck drop and suddenly there are some expectations.
Great diary, by the way. I might have to try that muting thing.
Even if it was debatable whether it was better, I’m sure the total lack of Stan’s voice pushed it right over the edge. :P
Thanks, Patty. I gotta say, it was totally refreshing to go sound-free. Of course, beating the Rangers was also pretty refreshing. I’m not sure which was the deciding factor in my enjoying this game. I’m gonna go out on a limb and suggest it was the latter. Heh.
Rolston’s DVR has facial recognition software and this is how he makes it record only scenes with him in it.
*blink* record *blink* pause
years ago my father had foreign exchange students from europe staying at his house, they all got a big kick out of hearing un-dubbed Arnold Schwartzenager movies for the first time. if you watch muted Devils games for too long, someday you’ll also get the same experience.
I was expecting a debacle and also couldn’t deal with Chico so I decided to watch Moulin Rouge on HBO and check in every once in a while but make sure the sound was off when I did. Every time I checked back, someone had scored. It was interesting.
One truly bizzare moment was the time I went from a scene in Moulin Rouge where Ewan McGregor was sitting there depressed over Nicole Kidman and when I cut to the NJ game, they showed Lundqvist in almost the same state on the bench after he was pulled. I expected that if I put the sound on he’d be breaking out into song.
if you watch muted Devils games for too long, someday you’ll also get the same experience.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! It’ll be like visiting from another planet!
when I cut to the NJ game, they showed Lundqvist in almost the same state on the bench after he was pulled. I expected that if I put the sound on he’d be breaking out into song.
:^::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: I love the fact that so many of us are feeling so beaten-down by the shittiness of the Devils lately that we were all like, “Rangers game? No thank you!” And then the Devils won big. Heh. Maybe we just need to convince them that we don’t care, and they’ll keep trying harder?
Too bad you didn’t watch the Rangers broadcast, I heard the funniest comment from expert analyzer Joe Micheletti. Brian Rolston was missing a shot from the point on the power play like we all expect when Joe says that both goalies are so good and intimidating that it is forcing the shooters to try too hard to pick their corners, resulting in many misses. Rolston’s play against goalies like oh let’s pick Edmonton’s for fun went unexplained. If you think you can live without expert analysis like that, then just keep watching with the sound off, see if I care!
Dude, Joe Micheletti is pure comedy gold. If I can get a guarantee that the Rangers are going to lose on any given night, I will happily tune in to listen to him. (Seriously. I have been known, on evenings when there aren’t great hockey options, to go with the Rangers feed if it looks like they’re going to lose, just to soak up the sheer awesomeness that is Joe Micheletti’s brand of vacuous homerism.) (Although it’s a little sad hearing how broken Sam Rosen is, as he sounds like he’s dying by inches and wondering how he could have gone from working with JD to working with this. Heh.)
Although it’s a little sad hearing how broken Sam Rosen is, as he sounds like he’s dying by inches and wondering how he could have gone from working with JD to working with this. Heh.
I at least didn’t hear Sam misidentify any players last night, which is a nice change from previous Rangers feeds I have watched. I have noticed with a special kind of pain that it seems 2-3 times a game Joe will try to start some kind of conversation with Sam like they are best friends but Sam doesn’t seem to want any part of it. Like last night Sam does a promo for some stupid MSG greatest NY baseball players special and Joe asks “I bet there would be a lot of Yankees on that team if it were up to you Sam.” Sam simply replies “Yes.” Joe: “Like all 9.” Sam makes some simple reply and Joe just keeps going, it is physically painful to hear and to make matters worse, they didn’t even show the HD they usually do on replays so I watched the Rangers channel for nothing. End of rant, I’m going to go lie down now…
Joe asks “I bet there would be a lot of Yankees on that team if it were up to you Sam.” Sam simply replies “Yes.”
:^:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Yeah, it’s late enough in the season now that Sam just isn’t going to make an effort anymore. Heh.
That blows that you were stuck watching an HDless Rangers feed, though! That’s a pain worse than death!
Although it’s a little sad hearing how broken Sam Rosen is, as he sounds like he’s dying by inches and wondering how he could have gone from working with JD to working with this. Heh.
Heh indeed. I watched the game with my Da this afternoon, and we switched off the sound at one point because it was a little heartbreaking. Poor dead poet boy Sam.
Oh, and thanks for the birthday wishes in the-day-before-yesterday’s post! I was away all day to do an interview, but it was nice to read when I got home!
Hey Mags! I hope we helped make your day-after-your-birthday a jolly one. :P
And was it a fun interview you were doing?
Joe asks “I bet there would be a lot of Yankees on that team if it were up to you Sam.” Sam simply replies “Yes.”
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I hope we helped make your day-after-your-birthday a jolly one. :P
You did. Like having my yearbook signed with something so incoherent and in-joke-y that it becomes instantly AMAZING.
And was it a fun interview you were doing?
It was a university thing, which sort of nixes any chances of it being any fun. But it was ok. I don’t think I messed up in any major way, which is really all I was going for :D
Like having my yearbook signed with something so incoherent and in-joke-y that it becomes instantly AMAZING.
:^:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Suck on THAT, Selma! :P
It was a university thing, which sort of nixes any chances of it being any fun.
Oh, well. Bummer. I guess just not messing it up is a good thing, though. :D
years ago my father had foreign exchange students from europe staying at his house, they all got a big kick out of hearing un-dubbed Arnold Schwartzenager movies for the first time.
I love that Ahh-nuld isn’t allowed to do his own lines for the German releases of his movies, because he’s a redneck.
Hey guys! I’m hanging out downtown at the office today after hours so I can see Luuuuuuuuuuoooooooo run with the Paralympic torch. Yay!
That sounds fun, Carol! I was stuck two hours late at the office today because I had to wait for the person we’d just fired to clean out her desk and hand over her security badge and laptop. That was not fun.
Oh crap. Did she ask if she could take some Post-It notes when she left? Someone who was fired in an office I once worked in asked if she could take some Post-Its with her.
Stressful situations bring out the crazy in some people.
I’m sorry you were stuck doing that. I sure hope Boomer and Pookie had some dinner ready for you when you got home. :-)
Did she ask if she could take some Post-It notes when she left?
Heh. She was loading TONS of office supplies into her bags, while muttering something about how she’d brought them in herself. She’s a weird person, so she may very well have felt compelled to supply her own paperclips and shit, so I didn’t challenge her on it. I was a little annoyed that she left lots of fresh fruit in the office, though. I don’t want to have to throw your damn bananas out tomorrow, lady! Heh.
(And no, I’m making dinner now. Pookie and Boomer like to joke that they’re the baby birds just sitting in the nest, peeping urgently, waiting for me to come along to feed them. :P)
Pookie and Boomer like to joke that they’re the baby birds just sitting in the nest, peeping urgently, waiting for me to come along to feed them. :P
That sounds very familiar. Heh. Mike Browne and those two kitties.
See you later! With any luck, the next time I log on, I’ll have a photo Count von Count with a torch! YAY!
Have fun! Say hi to Lou for me! Good luck!!
Today was a good day. I played rugby in the mud! :D
That sounds like living life richly, Tim! I did no such thing. And now I’m all mopey because I didn’t get a nap today. I’m such a toddler. :P
I’m so sorry Schnookie! That would be just awful to have to do.
Hee! Thanks, Myra. In the grand scheme of things, it’s not too bad. I mean, I’m not the one who had to pack up and leave, so I shouldn’t complain too much. :P
And good morning, everyone! How are we all doing on this cool, drizzly day?
How are we all doing on this cool, drizzly day?
Fairly well. I spent the morning thinking I should clean my house (and then not doing it) and now I’m watching comedy DVDs. It’s been fun. How’s your day been?
Mags, that sounds like just the kind of decision-making I tend to employ! I’ve been meaning to clean out my closets since… well, last October. And haven’t even started, let alone come close to making a dent. Heh.
My boss told me to go home early today, after being here so late last night. I was like, “I am. 4:00.” And he stared at me like I was an idiot and said, “Earlier.” WOO HOO! :D (I think I’m going to spend my ill-gotten free time making ice cream. That’s my story.)
Off early and homemade ice cream??? That is a heck of a good Friday plan.
We’re going to the Stars game. Haven’t decided if that is good or not.
Did I tell y’all that Dave’s mom is back in the hospital? I forget who I’ve told what. Blood pressure and fluid in lungs issues. Did show improvement yesterday. Dave headed back out there tomorrow.
So I only want to hear good news today! Like off early and homemade ice cream.
Myra, I’m so sorry!
Let’s see… good news… it’s Friday! That’s great news, right?
Off early and homemade ice cream??? That is a heck of a good Friday plan.
Indeed! I’m verra jealous!
Myra, I’m terribly sorry about Dave’s mother. I really hope she recovers quickly!
Ummm, yes. Good news. I’ve nearly finished this little top I’ve been knitting. It’s bitty yarn and bitty needles, and I’m not really into the project. But o well, you gotta finish what you start. Oh, and I have a dance class tonight! The instructor told me last week she’d let me try out pointe shoes if I wanted. I was all surprised, because I only started in February, but she says I’ve got strong ankles and good technique so I’ll be ok. All I thought was “Well duh I have strong ankles. Sort of comes with the territory as a goalie.” Still, I keep having visions of my ankles snapping like twigs or something. But pointe shoes! Me! Like a real ballerina! Pointe shoes!
(I think I’m going to spend my ill-gotten free time making ice cream. That’s my story.)
That free time was hard-earned! Not ill-gotten!
Myra, I am so sorry to hear about Dave’s mother! I hope she has a very quick recovery.
And Mags, that’s SUPER exciting that you’re well on your way to becoming a prima ballerina! What fun!!
Our homemade ice cream won’t be available for eating until tomorrow, but I have to get the base going tonight. We’re going to be trying out Boomer’s soft-serve machine, and maybe even Pookie’s waffle-cone cone maker! (Both were Christmas presents.)
Good news: Spring break starts today! And I definitely won’t be spending it stuck here working on a 30 page essay! No sir, not at all. Nope, nope, nope.
Oh god end it now, I can’t take it anymore.
We’re going to be trying out Boomer’s soft-serve machine, and maybe even Pookie’s waffle-cone cone maker!
I’ll be right over!
Both were Christmas presents.
And excellent ones at that!
Oh Tim. Poor Tim. College is such fun, no?
Myra, there’s some good news — neither of us has to deal with being in college any more! :D (Sorry Tim and Mags.)
Ice cream sounds delicious. What kind of ice cream are you planning?
And I definitely won’t be spending it stuck here working on a 30 page essay! No sir, not at all. Nope, nope, nope.
OUCH. I mean, gee! What fun! (Pookie, you’re so right. “Not being in college anymore” counts as my reason to be happy today. :P)
And Meg, I’m making strawberry ice cream, with strawberries from the Farm that I froze last summer. I hope it works out!
“Not being in college anymore” counts as my reason to be happy today. :P
I hate every one of you. Except Tim. Rub it in why don’t you.
I hate every one of you. Except Tim. Rub it in why don’t you.
We can still rub our attractive young bodies in their faces.
Hang on, that didn’t come out right.
We can still rub our attractive young bodies in their faces.
Hang on, that didn’t come out right.
Depends on the effect you were hoping to achieve! But it’s an excellent point! While we’re young and beautiful, and all that.
And on that note, I’m off to go
do irreparably damage to my self esteembreak my anklesprance prettily.Hang on, that didn’t come out right.
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We can still rub our attractive young bodies in their faces.
Hang on, that didn’t come out right.
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Have fun dancing, Mags!
“Not being in college anymore” counts as my reason to be happy today.
Exactly!
We can still rub our attractive young bodies in their faces.
Hang on, that didn’t come out right.
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Oh god end it now, I can’t take it anymore.
I hate to point this out to you, but if you weren’t in college, you’d have to try and find a job. That isn’t an improvement.
In fact, it might be worse, at least right now. I’d rather write the 30 pages than re-do my resume. Again.
Sue has a major point. Just ask Dave. :(
<iIn fact, it might be worse, at least right now. I’d rather write the 30 pages than re-do my resume. Again.
I just had to re-do my resume anyway. I’m doing a 30-page paper AND trying to find a job.
Oopsy.
Sue has a major point. Just ask Dave. :(
Ooh. Touche.