Archive for August, 2007

31
Aug

Rumors, Bargains, and Lies (Labour Day Edition)

So mi hombre Bubba posted t’other day about my soul-brother Bret of the Gimpy Hip. A commenter who is apparently a friend of a friend of Kristi Yamaguchi’s father’s brother’s nephew’s cousin’s former roommate said that Bret’s fixin’ to retire, and that it’s all done but the press conference.

(So I’m late–I HAD TO WORK, OKAY?)

It all reeks of smoke and mirrors to me and to Miz Mer, who is a little more forceful on the subject than I.

I was going to call it out-and-out bulldada, but now that I think about it, it is a little suspicious that Bret didn’t come down here for Camp Brind’amour. Colour me guarded about this whole thing.

29
Aug

Alex Ovechkin: Hockey Star, Badass.

According to Two Minutes for Blogging (and given the “fairly confident it happened” substantiation by the Washington Post’s Tarik El-Bashir), Alex Ovechkin got into a little dust-up with Evgeni Malkin’s agent and bruised (or broke, depending on the translation) the guy’s jaw.

AO, however, denies it–which, of course, did not stop Russian jock-gossip rag Sport Express from running with the story.

True or not, it’s still fun to imagine Don Cherry kicking over from the shock of a Russian actually fighting.

27
Aug

Frank the Tank pops a tread, Caniac Nation on suicide watch.

I tellya what; it’s not a Hurricanes training camp without SOMETHING happening.

According to Luke DeCock at the N&O, Frankie Kaberle is once again going to have surgery right before training camp. And, of course, he’s expected to miss 4-6 weeks.

Wow, can we cut it any finer please?  Seriously. Top that off with the big fat questionmark over the head of Bret of the Gimpy Hip, and really?  Our defense is kinda in trouble. Glen Wesley can’t do it all himself, kids. And Tim Gleason needs some work. Well OK, he needs a lot of work.  Seidenberg I’m still out on–since I didn’t get to watch any games after the KAdams trade because I had to work during all but like five games last season, I don’t have an opinion.

Should we just bend over and lube up now?

24
Aug

Right! Now I’m pissed.

When I saw the posts on HLOG and Behind the Jersey, I laughed. “No way,” I said, “would that happen to us.”

And then I decided that perhaps I should go check on that before I point and laugh…I’m so sorry I did.

WHAT THE HELL IS THIS PILE OF CRAP?!

MORE CRAP! WHO CAME UP WITH THIS?!

“Look cute while rooting for your favorite team!” — NHL

I want the names of the persons responsible for this travesty, and I want their heads on pikes in front of my apartment by noon tomorrow! Pink says “Old Time Hockey” about like Abu Ghraib says “Free Glamour Shots Sitting”.

PINK? PINK?! Gee NHL, stereotype much? It has been my extensive experience that the average female fan is a fan of the GAME first, and the players a distant second. I’d wear that Warchief shirt, if it were actually in Hurricanes colors and I wasn’t built like the Fruit-of-the-Loom Apple Dude. But pink? Oh HELL no–I do not need some drunken smacktard taking a look at me wearing some Pepto Pink pile of crap and projectile vomiting a bunch of puckbunny smack in my general direction, nor does any other female fan who goes to the game because they love hockey (rather than because they’re adorning their boyfriend’s arm or hope to catch the eye of J. Random McNHLPlayer).

The marketing and merchandising department of the NHL needs to pull their heads out of their asses and figure out that their average female fan is NOT going to go for this. Of course, that’s about like asking the NHL to put a team in Moose Jaw, SK…fuckheads.

23
Aug

The Gathering

WELL!

Several Hurricanes (and ex-Canes) have congregated at the RecZone in Raleigh for what fans affectionately call “Camp Brind’amour“; informal drills and skates to help players get ramped back up for training camp. Have I been able to go watch?  Not really–work will do that to yer.

And speaking of work: as you all know, I currently work for a convenience store within a 2-mile radius of the RBC Center. Barring some horrific catastrophy, that will all change next month–I’ve accepted a job offer from a prominent national company, and will soon be trading the “ZOMGROBBARY!!!1″ panicbutton for a headset and a desk. And more money. This job is something I’ve always wanted to do, and I’m really looking forward to it. It’ll make the school thing harder to do, but that’s what WebAssign is for.

I texted Tapeleg about the happy news yesterday, and he asked me “What will you do without the adventure?”

I’ll breathe easier, that’s what I’ll do.

Mahalo.

17
Aug

Disgusting.

Winnipeg Sun — Brandon Nolan denied entry into own country; asserts that guards belittled him for being Native

I shook my head when I read this, because to me it’s just the Same Old Shit. I grew up a stone’s throw from a Reservation, and all through my formative years I heard plenty of nasty comments from “upstanding” members of my community about “The People Out West”…and my mother and I were the only ones that ever had an issue with it, which always made for lots of fun.

Of course, we were the only ones in our town that had an issue with people dropping the N-bomb too…so there you go.

I hope that the individuals responsible for this get a legal horsewhipping, because that kind of conduct is and always will be completely and totally unacceptable in a modern society.

16
Aug

Will Wonders Never Cease.

The Carolina Hurricanes have actually retained the services of a PR firm.

The end is nigh, my friends. The org that has been so steadfastly resistant to doing more than the bare minimum of marketing and advertising for so long has decided to hire a bunch of professional marketroids, and just in time for the 10th-anniversary season.

Fuck me, has it been only 10 years?  It seems so long ago.

15
Aug

Dog Day Afternoon

Dear NHL:

DO SOMETHING ALREADY!

Love,

AQ

A sure sign that I’m bored? I’ve gone to pick a fight with some nubcakes who thinks that Eric Staal’s drunken hijinks are a sure sign that he’s headed down the Ron Mexico route. Because clearly, getting arrested by some bored county mounties for hollering at a vehicle or two after being ASLEEP AT ONE’S OWN BACHELOR PARTY is exactly the same as trying to smuggle pot onto a plane in a “diversion safe” (and then running from the heat after getting caught), bankrolling a dogfighting ring (and personally ordering the cruellest possible execution of losing dogs), and generally being a weeping sore in the ass-crack of society.

Hey George, did it hurt getting the CRAFTSMAN tattoo removed from your forehead? Seriously, I’m asking here.

The Fraud has cribbed a rumor from the Hurricanes website’s official boards about Aaron Ward returning to the ‘Canes from Bahstahn–which will never happen, unless there’s been a radical rethink in Beantown and JimR has finally gotten over getting hosed by Harry Sinden in the Glen Wesley deal* (which sent three first-rounders to the Bruins and hamstrung the Hurricanes’ farm system for years). And don’t get me started on the idiots and know-nothings that infest ch.com’s boards, because I’ll be here for the rest of the year.
Joe, Lord of Evil is now an Islander. Good luck–you’ll need it! (aside to Steve Zipay from Newsday: Joe’s Czech, not Slovak. Big difference.)

That’s the news, and I am off to play some Caesar IV.

*:I like Glen and recognize his great contributions to the team and community, but that doesn’t change the fact that the Bruins buggered the Whalers on the deal and exposed the sham that was the old RFA system.

08
Aug

NHR: Things that piss me off (Linguistic Fascist brain-dump edition)

There are lots of things that piss me off. The heat, telemarketers, insurance salesmen, the Raleigh PD, any team from Detroit, take your pick.

HOWEVER! One thing is guaranteed to piss me off more than anything else in the world; willful misuse and abuse of English by a native speaker. You people have no idea how hard I have to work to control my visceral urge to beat the ever-lovin’ crap out of some motard that comes before me at my job and proceeds to treat me like I’m as dumb as he is while grossly misusing his mother tongue.

Language is a beautiful thing, children. If you’ve grown up speaking a language, and your IQ is higher than that of your average Barcalounger, you had damn well better learn to use that language well if you don’t want to be seen as a Sabres fan dim-witted fool.

Let’s start with my favorite Crime Against English: the double-negative. Examples of this include:

Irregardless is NOT a word. Just because it’s the name of a nice eatery here in Raleigh, and just because it’s listed in the Oxford English Dictionary (a copy of which I have on my bookshelf–along with the invaluable Chicago Manual of Style), that does not mean that this double-negative is considered standard (or proper) English.

I can’t get no satisfaction, so the song says–and I can’t listen to that song without wanting to rip Mick Jagger’s balls off and stuff them up his nose.

And then we have the hilarity that ensues when I hear somebody using a word incorrectly–and I KNOW that it’s incorrect. The first commenter in this post to Lord Stanley’s Blog was referring to a magnate, which is “a person of rank, power, influence, or distinction often in a specified area” (e.g. a software magnate). Dictionaries are made for a reason, people. If you are not sure, LOOK IT THE HELL UP BEFORE YOU MAKE YOURSELF LOOK STUPID.

You want to send me into a near-homicidal rage? Use a word incorrectly, and when I politely point out your error look at me like I’m stupid and say “Whatever, you know what I meant”.

Sure, I know what you meant: you’re a blithering idiot, that’s what you meant. I’m going to mock your dumb ass my taking your misusage and running it into the ground, and then I’ll follow it up by grabbing a dictionary and piledriving it into your thick skull with a jackhammer!

Whatever, you know what I meant.

AND ANOTHER THING!

Lolcats is one thing. Meta-neologistic “gamerspeak” words like “pwn” and “lewtz” are one thing (well, one collective thing). That’s intentional linguistic mangling for the purposes of humor. It’s satirical. I let that slide. But the next time I see an out-of-place apostrophe turning a plural into a possessive or “their”, “there”, and “they’re” (for example) used as if they’re interchangeable parts, or see some variant of “ur”, “laf”, or a number used in place of a word or as part of a shortened-for-idiot-comprehension word (e.g. “ne1″), there’s a good chance that I may snap and go on a mad shooting spree! I did not ace the Verbal portion of my SAT (TWICE!) so that I could put up with that kind of slack-assed tomfoolery, people.

I’m not linguistically perfect, but at least I know how to spellcheck and use a damn style manual and dictionary. Sheesh.

06
Aug

You tell ‘em, Luke!

NASCAR towns just don’t deserve hockey.

Luke DeCock: My ShorDurPerSav since…how long has he written for the ‘Canes now?

(Note: I suggest actually clicking on the link and reading what Luke wrote before popping off a response.)

05
Aug

How’s the air up there?

WELL NOW.

Some induhvidual by the name of K. D. Wade has written a letter to the News and Observer decrying the fact that the Hurricanes haven’t done anything to Eric Staal in the wake of his arrest other than say “He wasn’t the one hassling motorists and he was asleep when the cops came to kick his group out, so to us it’s a non-issue”.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank Citizen Wade for his letter.

Apparently, since Eric Staal was asleep when the police arrived to toss his noisy group from his hotel, and since he was part of a group that was arrested by a couple of bored Barney Fifes when a handful of them started acting the fool and hollering at passing cars as they were walking down the road, he needs to be IMMEDIATELY suspended by the Hurricanes and the NHL lest the message be sent to young people that it’s OK to drink and be an idiot.

Because of course, being walking along the side of the road while drunk is exactly like shooting steroids to hit lots of home runs, running dogfighting rings, and generally living the thug life. And clearly, no young people in this community have parents to tell them that it’s not cool to have a few beers and then just go to bed. I wonder, would Citizen Wade have preferred that the group got behind the wheel? I guess that would be better than walking down the road after being tossed from a resort hotel because of a couple of drunken morons that wouldn’t listen to instructions while their host was asleep in bed, hmm?

Be that as it may; I would like to thank Citizen Wade for publicly offering me his seat at the RBC Center this season–I’ll be sure put it to good use, attending more games this season than Citizen Wade has likely attended the entire time the Hurricanes have been in Raleigh. I’m sure that while I’m happily cheering for my beloved Hurricanes, Citizen Wade will be “more constructively” spending his time polishing the saddle on his high horse.

I just hope he doesn’t pass out and fall off the ladder–I hear that the air is a little rare up there.

Fuckhead.

05
Aug

September 9, 63 Degrees

On 9 September 2007, the Hurricanes’ own Pete Friesen will be hosting his 5k run to raise money for the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society of Eastern North Carolina.

Miz Beth will be participating in the run, and you can see in her commentbox that we all have our stories to tell.

My Grandpop died from Leukemia in June of 1966, four years before Grandmom died (and four years before I was born). When Mom called the Red Cross to get her brother out of Vietnam, it was almost too late–Uncle Jack walked through the door just in time to say goodbye to Grandpop and to apologize for making Mom lie to him and Grandmom about what he was doing in the Army (Mom had told them that he was in Boston learning how to fix computers, so that they wouldn’t worry about him).

I’m going to participate. My hubby will pitch a fit, I’m sure–but I don’t care. I’ll be walking, maybe only the first mile or so, but I don’t care. I’ll probably be finishing sometime around Opening Night, but I don’t care. I’m doing this. I want to do it, for Grandpop.

Mahalo.

04
Aug

NHR: Yay, MORE GRINDING!

WoW expansion

New World of Warcraft expansion: Wrath of the Lich King

Release date unannounced. New features like Level 80 (Woohoo, more grinding!), siege warfare (battlegrounds will never be the same again), NEW CHARACTER DANCES (YES!  I no longer have to watch my hunter dance like the French Britney Spears!), new dungeons to explore, and we’ll finally get to see the icy continent of Northrend (home of Arthas the Lich King).  I’m such a tourist, I totally geeked out on the idea of new areas to explore. I mean, I’m the person who went along on a Molten Core raid with NO fire resistance AT ALL…just because I wanted to see what it looked like. I’m also the person who tried to get some of her guildies to form a raid group JUST so I could get into Magtheridon’s Lair solo to check it out for myself. And yes, I died horribly both times. I also took advantage of a couple of environmental glitches to get into Hyjal to see where Archimonde bought it in Warcraft III–and got tut-tutted by a GM, who jokingly offered to teleport me into the middle of Blackwing Lair so I could satisfy my curiosity (I think that GM wound up getting fired by Blizzard for actually having a mind of his own and saying something other than “Works as intended, thank you for playing World of Warcraft!”)

Yes, I’m a geek and damn proud of it. I haven’t been this excited about something since Command and Conquer 3 came out (KANE LIVES)!

Off to level my Draenei shammy. See ya on Azeroth!

01
Aug

New Roster Additions (Of the blogroll persuasion)

I’ve added three new folks to the blogroll:

smackd from Storm Surge

The Hockey Rabbi

And Beth Ellison from Beth. And Hockey.

(Beth, I apologize for not adding you sooner–I’m such a slackard.)




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