That's more like it!
off the top:
Happy Birthday to Zdeno Chara! I'd hate to have to pick
him up to give him his birthday bumps . . .
Did you notice how clean and clear the logos stood out on the ice tonight? My guess is that they repainted. I think they had an event there that necessitated draining it, so they had to redo it. Looks great.
the score:
I had a really good class tonight, so I didn't really regret not seeing the first two periods. I missed the two goals by Fisher and Redden, but other than that, what I saw in the third was an apt representation of the other two.
It was GREAT.
I saw this thing in the paper the other day . . . I can't remember what it was about, but there was this quotation that stuck with me: " . . . when Chris Phillips becomes
Chris Phillips . . ." in regards to the playoffs. They're right, you know: Philly, a remarkably consistent player in the regular season, presses the nitrous button in the postseason. I think he pushed it a little earlier this year. Tonight, Chris Phillips was
Chris Phillips. Wade Redden was
Wade Redden. Zdeno Chara was
Zdeno Chara. Although that might've been because it was his birthday. But every other player on the ice tonight became the beautiful shiny version of themselves that they should ideally be displaying all the time. Shit, Patrick Lalime was
Patrick Lalime tonight, if you know what I'm saying. Did you see that save on Hejduk? Total instinct. Amazing.
[as an aside here, someone made a comment to me about a week ago about my inconsistencies regarding poor patty. he said, "you rip him up and down, but when he has a good game, you jump on the bandwagon!" or something like that. let me clarify my position. personally, I do not believe that patty is the goalie to take us through the playoffs. if he does, hell, I'll ask him to marry me, but something tells me we're not bringing the cup home this year. now, I don't know if prusek could do a better job, but I'm saying we should check it out. of course, martin didn't have a good game last time he played. patrick had the game of his life. despite what I might have to say about patty, I do love him, but it's tough love.]
Imagine my surprise tonight when I saw Worrell check Neil from behind, then give him an extra shove when he was down. For no reason. How odd that an AVALANCHE player would be the first to pull a Bertuzzi. Also odd is that both Neil and Worrell got offsetting minors for the move. Hm.
Greatest part: seeing the huge grin on Patty's face right after the buzzer, and then watching the [more heartfelt than to date] congratulations of his colleagues. Rob Ray's was the best. He yelled, "FUCK!" and then punched Patty in the forehead. He was smiling, so I think it was meant to be a sort of "good-on-you-pal" move. Hm.
off the ice:
Reds got the C again tonight. I hope Alfie recovers soon. I'm still pretty ambivalent about my feelings towards Redden, so I don't like having to think of him in a position of authority. I know he'll be the captain if Alfie goes somewhere [unlikely], but I don't want to have to think about it until then.
in other news:
I disapprove of snow in March. I shouldn't complain, though. I'm from Dartmouth. It snows in June there on a regular basis. But I'm annoyed that it's snowing now.
Skipped geology today to colour. I'm such twerp. But it's done. OH, is it DONE.* Yep. I'm also crazy. I haven't slept much in about a week and a half. My neck hurts quite a bit, and my hand is a permanent twisted ball of pain. God bless Excedrin smuggled in from RI. It has CAFFEINE! I've also stared at bright white paper and leeeedle black lines for forty-eight hours. I can no longer see.
Anyway, I've scanned in the strips, so, when I recover from school (gimme another two weeks), I'll make them web-ready and put them up for you to see.
*So I worked FRANTICALLY to get this finished. FRANTICALLY. Colouring up to the last minute. Getting increasingly frustrated at my orange and black pencils, which kept breaking on me (they were the colours I was using the most, so this happened a lot), running back and forth trying to scan and colour at the same time, gluing, binding . . . I held the finished product in my hands at 6:18 PM tonight. My class started at 6:00. My father drove me to school, and I placed my baby into Thurtle's hands at precisely 6:37 PM. I haven't actually *looked* at it. How odd that feels.
Anyway, then it turns out that there were two different due dates on different versions of the syllabus. Three of us handed in our projects tonight. The rest will hand them in next week. The only reason we handed ours in tonight is because all three of us missed last class, when we discussed extending the deadline.
[Let us pause for a moment and consider the rising sense of AUGH in Alison's mind.]
Actually, it's not so bad. If I hadn't had this artificial deadline to work towards, I would find myself with THREE papers due next week. Hm. And, interestingly enough, everything we were discussing tonight about how the post-postmodern comic represents reality was EXACTLY what I'd done with my comic. I was a genius without even knowing. Foreshadowing . . .?
That reminds me: Say you have a narrative. Something happens in the narrative, say, someone dies. Then, later on in the narrative, you have a flashback. In the flashback, there is foreshadowing to the death. Does it still count as foreshadowing, even if it happened after the event? This has been bothering me for a few days now. Either I'm too intellectual for my own good, or I need more sleep. Answers would be appreciated.
Got a call from Sam tonight, in an appeal for tarty clothes to wear to a club. To my dismay, I came to the realization that I don't actually own anything slutty. Nothing. I feel old.
Actually, I feel exhausted. I don't know why I let this get so long. My hands!
Posted by Ally at March 18, 2004 12:00 AM