We may have mentioned in this space that we have concocted consolation prizes for the inevitable moment when the Devils are no longer contending in this year’s playoffs. In the last few years, we’ve been plunged into periods of alternating rage and depression after the eliminating loss, so this year we’re prepared. We’ve both selected quilting projects that we really, really, really, really want to get started on, but have vowed that we won’t put a stitch in until the final buzzer of the Devils’ final game.
Here is just a hint of the fabrics — that’s Schnookie’s “Meadowsweet” on the bottom, and a square of Pookie’s “Frolic” on the top. They will definitely soften the blow.
So today we were doing some infrastructure work on our end-of-the-playoffs projects, because you can’t start sewing pieces of quilts together until the pieces are cut out. (We’re not being negative nellies, we promise. All the little pieces that were cut out today got locked away safely where we hope to not have to use them for weeks and weeks to come.) While cutting out the square of “Frolic” seen in that photo above, Pookie suddenly gasped, “It’s a sign! Look!“
Now, when we first visited Katebits in Buffalo, one of the tourist stops we made was to take a stroll in the neighborhood Crunchy lives in. We had a reasonable notion of where he lived, and had narrowed down our options to two houses that could have been his. One had a “back off, strangers” cranky-pantsy security system that even the most untrained eye could spot from 50 paces, and the other had a cute little cat statue at the front door. We assumed Crunchy’s house was the latter, because that cute little cat statue was totally a decoy. It looked like a sweet little old lady lived there, but in reality that statue shoots poison gas at trespassers.
So imagine our surprise when a closer inspection of Pookie’s fabric revealed this:
We’re not sure what it’s a sign of, but it’s clearly telling us something. Maybe that the Sabres are in the playoffs. Which… well, thanks, fabric, but we already knew that.
ACORNS!!!!!
Oh my god! I didn’t even NOTICE the Acorns! I’m off my game, obviously! Heh.
I wonder if this is a sign that the Devils and Sabres are on a collision course?
I think Travis should invest in a gas mask.
I think Travis should invest in a gas mask.
:^::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Crunchy WISHES! :P
“Not a real cat.” LOL.
I think Travis should invest in a gas mask.
At first I didn’t realize that we were still talking about the fake cat and I was wondering if there was some unknown flatulence problem that Crunchy had that Travis was particularly susceptible to.
I was wondering if there was some unknown flatulence problem that Crunchy had that Travis was particularly susceptible to.
:^:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Travis is uniquely unable to cope with Crunchy’s farts. It’s one of his weird little quirks.
That is AMAZING. It’s obviously a sign!
It’s totally uncanny, isn’t it? :P
Hey! I have a cat statue! I never made the connection before!
Hey, wait, I’ve never seen Patty and Crunchy in the same place at the same time!
Also? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA to that Gionta goal. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Dude, you’re SO RIGHT. I haven’t seen Patty and Crunchy together, either!
Now, I’m well aware that Crunchy is Miller, but just out of curiosity, what exactly does crunchiness have to do with yogurt-covered raisins? I mean…I’ve never tasted one, nor seen one I don’t think, but I wouldn’t imagine that shrivelly grapes covered in might-as-well-be-liquid dairy products would be crunchy.
Wow, I totally don’t even remember how the yogurt-covered raisins came into it… I think the idea was he seemed so nature-crunchy with that long hair that he’d be growing his own loofahs and dipping his own raisins in yogurt. I think, knowing the folks who hang out here, “dipping his own raisins in yogurt” got the full “ifyouknowwhatImean” treatment.
I think, knowing the folks who hang out here, “dipping his own raisins in yogurt” got the full “ifyouknowwhatImean” treatment.
Yes. Yes it did. Heh. But the “Crunchy” thing came from how granola his hair made him look back in the day. Since he cut it, he looks a lot less like a guy who eats yogurt-covered raisins. ::Shakes head:: What a waste. :P
I’ve never actually eaten a yogurt-covered raisin, but I get the impression that the kind you get in a bag at the store are crunchy. Not the point, I know! :P
but I get the impression that the kind you get in a bag at the store are crunchy.
:^:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: I’ve never eaten one either, because I’m NORMAL and I eat CANDY. :P
Whats-his-name claims the local scorekeepers are being generous in awarding Ovie his two shots. :P
I’ve never eaten one either, because I’m NORMAL and I eat CANDY. :P
:^:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Exactly! Why would get something like that when there are Sugar Babies right there?
Whats-his-name claims the local scorekeepers are being generous in awarding Ovie his two shots. :P
:^:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Good ol’ whats-his-name. Always ready to point out when the emperor has no clothes. :P (And honestly, Ovie has a hundred hits in this game, so CLEARLY he’s doing his job sufficiently. I mean, how many hits does Crosby have tonight? I rest my case.)
I thought Boudreau wasn’t going to yank Theodore so soon this year.
I mean, how many hits does Crosby have tonight? I rest my case.
:^:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
I thought Boudreau wasn’t going to yank Theodore so soon this year.
I was kind of hoping he’d stick to his guns on that one tonight, but I guess there are some situations where even Bruce Boudreau can recognize the obvious.
It’s disgusting to me that Crysby is trying to pick up hits tonight in a meaningless game of “not scheduled to play a game”. He’s a joke.
It’s disgusting to me that Crysby is trying to pick up hits tonight in a meaningless game of “not scheduled to play a game”. He’s a joke.
:^:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
And I’m ignoring that empty-rink hit!
It’s disgusting to me that Crysby is trying to pick up hits tonight in a meaningless game of “not scheduled to play a game”. He’s a joke.
:^:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: I’m disgusted by everything Crysby stands for. And by that I mean Gary Bettman fixing five years of hockey games to make his little wooden robot boy look successful even though he’s CLEARLY not.
And by that I mean Gary Bettman fixing five years of hockey games to make his little wooden robot boy look successful even though he’s CLEARLY not.
:^::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Mike Green is the greatest defenseman to ever breathe. He just, uh, didn’t feel like even looking at that puck while the Hab skated off with it.
Oh my god. I barely recognize the habs. They’re incredible so far.
I wonder if Grrrreg and mcguffers are enjoying this game. I know I am.
Oooh yes I am! I want to be pessimistic as the Ookies told me but the habs are making it very hard! :P
One game at a time, Grrreg!
I want to be pessimistic as the Ookies told me but the habs are making it very hard!
No one ever said it was easy to be this negative. :D
I want to be pessimistic as the Ookies told me but the habs are making it very hard! :P
Just keep thinking negative thoughts, Grrrreg! I know you can do it! :P
Mike Green is the greatest defenseman to ever breathe.
That’s why he has all those Norris Trophies, right?
This team sucks this team sucks this team sucks this team sucks.
BUT IT STILL LEADS 4-1! WOOOHOOOOOO!
That’s sort of the spirit, Grrrreg!
Uh, make that 4-2…. Alright alright… This is going to be a looooooong third period.
What is up with that Jack Daniels commercial making Jack Daniels look like Lenin?
Well, I’m going to bed, I hope the habs can keep this up. Good night everyone!
G’night, Grrrreg! I hope there’s good news waiting for you when you wake up!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! That’s totally not a goal! You can’t push it out his glove!
EWWWWWWWWWWW!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Religious guys should NOT be allowed to be super-flirty. Isn’t there a commandment against false advertising? I feel egregiously mislead. At least the Kings tied it up so now I won’t bang my head against the wall until I lose consciousness. I’ll just drink this gigantic glass of wine instead.
OH MY WORD. That fabric has a cat statue AND acorns. That’s, like, the most sign-y fabric EVER. (Like you, I have no idea what that sign means.)
EEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! KINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wine helped. First post-break-up crush turned out to be married (whoops.) Second is a m-effing pastor (?!??!!?!!?!?!?!). Probability of luring him behind the barn has dropped from marginal to none. Universe clearly trying to tell me something, in case “you wasted entirety of your early twenties with a guy whose turn around time between ‘when do you want to get married’ to ‘i’m engaged to someone else’ was less than 3 weeks” was less than clear. Paul Gaustad or bust.
What a heartbreaking loss… I went to bed with the Habs leading 4-2 to start the third. I just watched the end of the game during my breakfast, and this is not a good way to start an otherwise beautiful sunday. I’m really disgusted. They deserved so much better than this. UGH. Coming back in Montreal with a 2-0 lead was so close. And now it’s 1-1 with all the momentum for the Capitals and the task of overcoming a big letdown for the Habs. Argh, this sucks so much.
And I can’t even begin to say how much I hate Boudreau.
And sorry Kathleen… it sucks. But I’m sure you’ll meet a cute atheist soon! :)
I think, knowing the folks who hang out here, “dipping his own raisins in yogurt” got the full “ifyouknowwhatImean” treatment.
Thank you! You have no idea how much (every time someone would call him Crunchy) I’d be scratching my head trying to come up with an explanation. I don’t see how I didn’t realize that sooner with this bunch.
Oh. Dear. God.
I do not do well with wine.
Yes. Yes it did. Heh. But the “Crunchy” thing came from how granola his hair made him look back in the day. Since he cut it, he looks a lot less like a guy who eats yogurt-covered raisins. ::Shakes head:: What a waste. :P
Even with the shorter hair, he still looks like someone who would have been very comfortable shopping at the People’s Food Co-op in Ann Arbor, Michigan, where I shopped and worked every week during grad school. One of the people living in my house was a vegetarian and we found ourselves working and shopping there because it was easier than upsetting her. It was a mecca of natural/organic/vegetarian/etc. So, he’s still “Crunchy”.
I’ve never eaten one either, because I’m NORMAL and I eat CANDY. :P
WELL I HAVE! And I liked them! Mummers got me some at the farmer’s market one day, solely because of you guys, I might add. But I think we’d established that I’m not on your side of normal, so it’s not like it matters.
Grrrreg, I’m so sorry about that stupid game last night! That was just STUPID!
Sue, I’m glad you still think Crunchy looks like a Crunchy. I miss his long hair, but you’re right — he’s still got that “grows his own loofahs” look about him. Heh.
But I think we’d established that I’m not on your side of normal, so it’s not like it matters.
:^::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: I don’t think it counts as having chosen yogurt-covered raisins over candy if it was done as a Crunchy- (or IPB-) inspired experiment. You’re still TOTALLY normal in my book! :D
And good morning, everybody!
I just had to google loofah to make sure they were what I thought they were. Now that I am properly informed, I’d say yes, Crunchy definitely grows his own loofahs.
You’re still TOTALLY normal in my book! :D
Phew! I’m glad :). I’m not sure why, but I’m glad.
I bet Crunchy gives loofahs to all his teammates as gifts, too. Every Christmas, they get a beribboned, home-grown loofah, and they all say very dully, “Thanks, Crunchy. Just what I was hoping for.”
Phew! I’m glad :). I’m not sure why, but I’m glad.
:^:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Well, we ARE the arbiters of normal, after all. :P
:^::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
To everything above! (except the Habs loss and Kathleen’s ex)
I had to work yesterday, ALL DAY, so I only caught snippets of scores. “Sabres 2-0!! Yeah!!” Two hours later: “Sonofa…” Later on: “Holy schnikies! Habs, wha?? Suck it Ovie!!” Three hours and a beer later: “WAIT WHAT??? F#$% THAT!!”