welcome to the canucks playoff edition! i will keep the canuck colour scheme/theme until such time as the cup is brought home to vancouver or we are forcibly removed from the competition (yeah, right). enjoy and make sure you watch your hockey!
welcome to the canucks playoff edition! i will keep the canuck colour scheme/theme until such time as the cup is brought home to vancouver or we are forcibly removed from the competition (yeah, right). enjoy and make sure you watch your hockey!
cute!
Honi soit qui mal y pense…
Les vingt-quatre coupes Stanley.
Site officiel des Canadiens de Montréal
“To you from failing hands we throw the torch. Be yours to hold it high.”
The Canadiens win the Stanley Cup!
Check out the Stanley Cup-O-Metre!
(I only know enough French to watch hockey with…and eat poutine.)
ah man, i think even i’ll watch this stuff… see, i’ve been anti-pro sports for years (bloody over-paid arrogant… you know the complaints), but i do love hockey, and the olympics this year got me in the mood to watch some GOOD hockey.
first game is tomorrow at…. 4 pm?
ACK!
where’s my bee?
*sniff*
p.s. GO LEAFS GO!
Poor little bee. *sniff*
a lamentation uneasy…
for woe upon the bright bee,
so cheerful and breezy,
swallowed by the whale,
with the abnormal tail.
for only the c and h,
should really take its place.
so that all could find glory,
in the sublime dynastic story,
of the blue, white, and reds:
the montreal chickenheads.
Reading comments around here is reminding me of attending a poetry reading at one of those snooty cafes where no one has a clue what in the world the person reading is blathering about but claps enthusiastically because they daren’t admit they don’t know what in the world that stream of conciousness (sp?) bull was all about. Or maybe that’s just me (not the pretending to understand part – the not understanding in general part). *shrug*
yeah, what (ts)h said!
to enjoy ice cream does not require analysis,
neither does this form of poetic dialysis.
for mystic thoughts are often best without the conscious brain,
let your vomeronasal organ make it to you plain.
i only read what i write when i am asleep,
most of the time my muse is a talking sheep.
my spirit travels overnight to a cactus near mexacali,
i watch the clock as it drips and chat with senor dali.
uh…yeah. Is there a reason that ABC decided to put the Leafs/Islanders game on in the middle of the afternoon on one of the first spring weekends while our wives hang over us with “to-do” lists?
one does not question the cost-effective, revenue-proactive, crassly commercial, marketing decisions of the teevee gods
btw: is this less shiny for you?
(certifiably conforms to base-line mecca-normal guidelines)
if what i write bothers you,
i ask that it be ignored.
if that is not enough for you,
ask for its erasure from this board.
for i do not worship my own words;
often i take them less seriously.
thoughts fly out of me like birds;
i can merely hope for your indulgency.
sauron says so…
thanks to genetic engineering, it is now possible to construct a creature that combines the features of a hamster and a hobbit. such a creature, the hambit, bears a remarkable resemblence to a capybara: standing about a metre in height, with foot-long hairy feet, stubby tail, and an affinity for long journeys as long as it can get back by daybreak.
some concern has been expressed, that in the public mind-space, confusion may arise between the real hambit, and a similar, yet somewhat unrelated, pork product. so, in future, the society for totally unnecessary genetic engineering proposes that it be called a hobster.
on the other hand, the genetic engineering taskforce on freaky farming does oppose this on quite sound commercial grounds.
why such a branding conflict anyway? i agree with the name change.
mmm…hobster.
we will crush you like a bug….
looks good though.
goddammit i hate hockey.
what the *L* whit the rabit
OSTI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!