I called it. Bounce back game, setting up what should be a spectacular meltdown in game seven.
Fuck.
EVERY. GODDAMN. YEAR.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 1122 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Primrose Path, Bram Stoker (ugh, what the fuck is this shit?)
Comics: Fathom v2: Beginnings 1, Aspen Seasons 1, Fathom v2: Prelude 1, Fathom v2 0
Music: Ella Fitzgerald Essentials, Ella FitzgeraldAbout last night’s game, the better.
Sheesh. Way to no show, pricks.
The Toronto Maple Leafs: failing in every big moment since 1967.
That should be their new slogan.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 1363 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson
Comics: Fathom: Dawn Of War 1-3, Fathom: Dawn Of War - Cannon Hawke 1
Music: Elephant, The White StripesLet’s. Fucking. Go.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 1155 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson
Comics: Michael Turner's Aspen 3, Fathom: Cannon Hawke 0, Fathom: Cannon Hawke - Beginnings 1, Fathom: Dawn Of War 0
Music: Electric Version, The New PornographersYou know, as much as I disparage influencers as a vocation, it’s hard not to watch some of them being overtly sexual and think, man, I wonder what it’s like to live with no shame at all?
Like not in a bad way, but just in a fully away, I’m selling my body for money, and I’m fine with that because, it’s online so no one actually has to touch me, and I make a mint from it. In this economy, get yours, right?
I know I’m too much of an introvert for that (but a year in Finland taught me not to strip away the stigma of nudity – hard to worry about it when every party or function you go to, you end up naked in a sauna with half-a-dozen other people of varied ages, some of whom might be your best friends or the girl you’re super interested in, or a bunch of old geezers you just met).
Still, if I were young and attractive, why not? Especially as a woman. Own your shit, be comfortable in your skin, exploit those who think faces and bodies on the internet belong to them. They might get to ogle you from afar, but you’re the one with the Lambo and the regular trips to cool places, all over the world.
I mean, I’d like something a bit less obviously transactional, but the shame-free part? That’s all right.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 1316 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson
Comics: Fathom: Dawn Of War - Beginnings 1, Fathom 0.5, Michael Turner's Aspen 1-2
Music: Electric Larryland, Butthole Surfers (terrible live, by the way, at least when they came to Sheridan they were)Doh. Not a great effort last night. Too many dumb penalties, too sloppy. You can tell they came out amped up, trying to be super aggressive and really put the hammer down on the Panthers, but were not focused enough to pull it off, and started doing stupid things.
If it wasn’t for Woll, that would have been a blowout. I know everyone was down on him the first couple of games, but gimme a break. Guy hadn’t played in almost three weeks, comes in cold, but he’s a terrific goalie. The only knock on him is that he’s injury prone. When he’s healthy, he’s one of the best.
So, yeah. Can’t blame him for that one.
Take a ton of stupid penalties, make bad passes, have no net front presence, ineffective power play and no scoring chances until late in the third? Yeah, you’re lucky you got Woll.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 1141 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Gilded Age: A Tale Of Today, Twain/Warner (it's over! Not that it was bad, just very long and with a lot of loose ends.)
Comics: Fathom: Killian's Tide 3-4, Fathom 13-14
Music: Electric Ladyland, The Jimi Hendrix ExperienceHappy Mother’s Day to all the mommies out there. My mom, also my wife, my sister-in-law, my daughter-in-law, fur baby mothers, Mazy and Sofi, also mothers in their own right, though their babies were long adopted before they got to us.
Anyone else know a mother in your extended circle of friends and family that tries to parse the Mother’s Day logic to eliminate as many other mothers as possible, so that they can feel justified in insisting that they are the only mother worth celebrating (except for the ones they don’t have to spend any time with or do anything for, so those ones are okay to be mothers of any kind – foster, step, adoptive, etc., because they aren’t interfering in the immediate Mother’s Day festivities)?
Yeah, me too. It’s weird, right?
Target: 1200 words
Written: 1246 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Gilded Age: A Tale Of Today (and hopefully, that's it), Twain and friend
Comics: Fathom Crossover Tour Book, Fathom 12, Fathom: Killian's Tide 1-2
Music: Election, SpacehogThe ending, not the effort. I thought as a team, they played pretty well.
Some bad bounce goals, and Woll looking a little shaky. If Stolarz were in, this would be a three-oh series.
Hopefully, he’s back soon.
Also, what the fuck is Paul Maurice’s game plan? All I see Florida doing is trying to intentionally injure guys. I’m all for a hard-fought, gritty series, but come on. There was honour in guys standing up taking and giving hits, fighting, scrapping after whistles and shit.
There’s no fucking honour in cheap shots and intent to injure.
Back in the day, this team would have had the shit kicked out of it so hard for that crap, half those players wouldn’t even be in the league.
I used to respect Maurice, but this is disgusting. They’re losing, so try and injure the other team’s key players? He should be thrown out of the league.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 1180 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Gilded Age: A Tale Of Today, Twain/Warner (more like a tale of forever, am I right?)
Comics: Fathom 9-11, 0
Music: Elastica, ElasticaI am all a-tingle. Actually, I think that’s the chest pain from my giving up on No-Mow-May because thigh high grass is really, really, fucking hard to get through.
It’s time for a break, and then, high blood pressure brought on by the stress of watching hockey playoffs.
And a beer. A nice, cold Kolsch.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 1116 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Gilded Age: A Tale Of Today, Twain/Warner (who knew the Gilded Age lasted so goddamned long?)
Comics: Fathom 5-8
Music: Either/Or, Elliott SmithTwo up on the Stanley Cup Champs.
Even with Marchand causing a ruckus and Ekblad’s return.
Goddamn. Maybe this is the year.
Nah. Touch fuckin’ wood, you psychopath.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 1203 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Gilded Age: A Tale Of Today, Samuel Twain Warner Clemens Von Mark
Comics: Fathom 1-4
Music: Eight Arms To Hold You, Veruca Salt (who doesn't love Volcano Girls? I still have a thing for Louise Post.)I mean, I hope not, because that probably means suspensions and injuries and we need everyone if we’re going to make it through this series and beyond, but you know it’s bad blood after the Bennett/Stolarz deal and Matthew Tkachuk trying to slew foot/slash/cross check Marner into an injury.
That’s the shit the league needs to crack down on. If it were any sort of fair league, the very first thing the refs would do is tell the Leafs not to retaliate, and then go to the Panther bench and tell Tkachuk, Marchand and Bennett that even the hint of bullshit out of them is going to get them tossed in the box all night long.
But they won’t. They’ll probably tell them when to do it, so they can pretend to look the other way. It plays out better on TV that way, if it looks like you just didn’t see it, even though it’s in the middle of the play you’re supposed to be watching.
Assholes.
Target: 1200 words
Written: 1235 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Gilded Age: A Tale Of Today (and tomorrow, and probably the next day, at the rate it's going), Twain/Warner
Comics: Hawk And Dove v4 6-8 (god, I hate "re-imaginings" when the original source material is actually fucking great. What a waste.)
Music: Educated Horses, Rob Zombie