Phat-Ass
off the top:
who in their right mind would play a game at NOON on a MONDAY? how the hell is anyone going to enjoy THAT? I mean, sure, it's only against the islanders, but even still . . .
the score:
feck and feck and feck. martin luther king day, my ass. they just wanted to play a game where the senators would be at the disadvantage of not having any psychic support from their fans, because they were all busy at work, while the americans were slacking off, on a holiday of which most of them are probably ignorant of the true meaning. in any case, it means that my team lost and their team won, which is embarrassing.
actually, I shouldn't say that. like the 4-4 tie of a few days ago, ottawa managed to ruin the islanders' 2-0 lead and tie the game. which means that ottawa took advantage of some serious new york mistakes. then, apparently, they fucked up, big time. but I wouldn't know. I was in sex class during the game, and couldn't even listen to it on the radio. *sigh* not that I'm bitter, or anything . . .
off the ice:
do you think that goalies ever get get self-conscious about their butts? I mean, they spend most of the game with their padded posterior stuck out, looking for all the world like they're trying to take a dump in their diapers. not to mention the fact that the net cam, a.k.a. the
goalie ass-cam has a fish-eye lens, which just exacerbates the problem.
I don't think lalime has a real problem. he's a pretty skinny guy, and every time he sneezes, he loses ten pounds. but what about the tubbier goalies, like
brodeur? I bet he cries inside every time he watches a replay from the net. d'you think that they're reluctant to put on their pads in the morning? do they stand in front of the mirror every day, staring at their butts, asking their wives, "do these pants make my butt look fat?"
in other news:
I watched two mushy movies yesterday, when I should have been doing homework. I *acquired* them from the internet. don't tell anybody. I watched "Something's Gotta Give," which was actually very amusing. my brother Chris got all uncomfortable when Diane Keaton kissed Keanu Reeves. apparently, she was just as uncomfortable doing it, especially as they apparently also shot a love scene together. that's just weird. I'm rather glad it didn't make the final edit. but, it had a neat ending, and it was nicely understated, which has been a trend in movies I've watched recently. I appreciate it. and I really hope I look like that when I'm in my mid-fifties. she hasn't had any plastic surgery, and she looks amazing. my mother isn't all that wrinkly, and she's about that age. here's hoping I got the right genes . . .
I also watched "Love Actually." another very good film, based on the intertwined worlds of several sets of characters. the intro is neat, a little soliloquy by hugh grant on the arrivals gate at heathrow airport. and the sets of characters are so star-studded you have to wear shades to watch the movie. I mean, it's all british stars, but if you watch a lot of british movies, you'll know who they are and you will be impressed. my favourite set was liam neeson and his stepson. they were incredibly cute together. there was one set that didn't really seem to fit too well into the whole web of people knowing people, and they only had a tenuous connection, but their story was funny all the same. if you liked "Bridget Jones' Diary," you'll like this -- and not only because colin firth is in it.
holy crap it was cold today. I stupidly assumed that, as it wasn't half so cold as it was last week, that I wouldn't have to wear longjohns to school. they just make me feel like my ass is enormous. as a consequence, I'm still trying to get the circulation back into my legs, and I've been home nearly 45 minutes . . . let this be a lesson to you, children: dress warmly. I met my brother coming to school through the Farm as I was coming home. I would recognize that boy's walk a mile away. he walks like a sailor who has spent his entire life at sea. it's very amusing.
I have this tremendous urge to accomplish absolutely fuck-all tonight. I wish there was a game on . . .
Posted by Ally at January 19, 2004 12:00 AM