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Tuesday featured a momentarily terrifying time where I asked the guy who runs the Admirals fansite what someone's nickname was and he didn't know and was like, "I'll ask him for you!" because he was interviewing Jack in like fifteen minutes. No, that's fine, I can make something up for my fanfictions live without this, buuuuuuut he asked it before he even asked Jack any questions about the playoffs (everyone on my dumb team sounded very "eh, w/e" in Tuesday's interviews about playoffs except for Cody Bass, who was the most relentlessly upbeat and also not even playing because he's still recovering from surgery). The answer turned out to be that Jack doesn't actually have a hockey nickname, but our rotating crew of Quebec kids ("the Frenchies") apparently call him various Jack-based things. Fansite Guy keeps trying to make Mr. Minnesota stick and seems endlessly bummed that it hasn't, haha.

Fansite guy might be hanging it up now so clearly now is the time for [personal profile] anniejd11 & me to get serious about the blog we neglected for months and get some press credentials. (Honestly, I think this would be a lot of fun for a month or two, and then we'd find out that some dumb player we previously enjoyed is actually an asshole and be disappointed. And we would probably just be tired from all the staying up late.)

Speaking of Quebec, (also on) Tuesday I lost like half an hour looking up various Quebecois folklore online for a story, but the internet is sadly lacking if you're looking for things other than the flying canoe and/or werewolves.

THEN I WENT TO THE GAME LAST NIGHT and sigh, we lost, in thrilling and sad overtime fashion. Pardy's devastated face was too much for me, you guys. AHL hockey - especially in the playoffs - is so bizarre. Here are some parts that aren't developed enough for the fancy hockey, here are some parts you had to get yourself from college or whatever, here are some broken parts the fancy hockey gave back to you because they're broken, here are some bad parts the fancy hockey just didn't want anymore, and here are some really underdeveloped parts that arrived last-minute from Canada. Oh, and the fancy hockey will probably take away your actual really good parts before you get to the playoffs. Suck it up, Dean!!

At least I will always have the happy memory of Jack hugging Tiny Mouthbreather from behind in an adorable fashion. (Tiny Mouthbreather, a defenseman, scored both of their goals last night.)

Anyway, bombing out of the playoffs (again) aside, that was a pretty fun season and I enjoyed my two-month descent into writing a bunch of weird fic about their dumb faces. I have some unfinished things that I may or may not complete, *shrug* we'll see.
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Penalty box update: Adam Pardy in full gear on skates is just Too Large. TOO LARGE. (Earlier this season I was at a game with P. & someone behind us was like, "That guy is huge!" like they were just so astounded by his size so now we say it to each other whenever Pardy's on the ice. But yes: huge.) Then we lost in a terribly over-the-top fashion but the team gave Pards an A so he can be an Official Team Dad and I 100% approve of this choice. (Apparently when he was out with the broken arm he acted as an unofficial coach, so yes, Team Dad.) Also great in the game: Douchebag Creepster was nowhere to be seen, hallelujah.

Going from my seat to hang out with A. for the third period, I found myself walking behind our usual starting goalie in the hallway, holding his daughter. Dear Maz: Excellent suit choice, and your kid is super adorbs. The game by that point was a mess they were never going to recover from, so we just took a million pictures of our faves on the bench instead.

I am upset to say that I am not optimistic about playoffs since it's Grand Rapids again but I will take any and all games the universe would like to give me with Large Team Dad and his vaguely gingery beard before he's gone.

The Fate of the Furious no-spoiler review: The first half was Not Good. Then it got 100% ridonkuballs and I forgot about it not being good. 100% of their problems in that movie could have been solved if they'd [done a thing] in [previous installment]. Then it made me cry, twice.

Charlize Theron overall: I am unsure about these choices.

Helen Mirren: Delightful.

Also, I think I 'ship Deckard/Hobbs now. And Roman/Scott Eastwood's unnamed character. I really did not expect to come out of that movie wanting to write fic about The Rock and Jason Statham. This is now two Jason Statham characters I would possibly write fic about (the other being his Expendables character). I can't believe I'm putting this one my Yuletide list.

We got a flat tire coming back from the theater, which neither my dad nor I realized was flat-flat until he was dropping me off and I looked at the tires to see if one was actually low (since he did get a low pressure alert). So between the two of us we got the spare on while my sister just sat in the backseat.

The air pressure in my building is so insane we can barely get the door open back here by the PD, and today it makes a high-pitched feedback noise whenever anyone opens it. This can't be good.
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Good times in Rockford. Also, cold times In Rockford. Even in long sleeves I was freakin' freezing. I accidentally made eye contact with Tiniest Mouthbreather and whoops I'm like 40% concerned he actually recognized me. Also I have several other pictures where the players I have written fic about are looking directly at my camera. But that one with Pards is my favorite.

Arena notes: They wouldn't let me bring my purse in because it was too big (BOO) but their stairs all have railings, so they get an A+ for that. Tomorrow A. & I are watching warm-ups from the penalty box at the Panther arena (our lives, don't ask) and I am legit terrified of the stairs there. I'm going to bring my cane to get back up but it's kind of useless for going down the steps. (It's not that the steps have a big drop, it's that they are nearly as narrow width-wise as my foot. And I have small feet! Who designed these steps!)

Watched some of Preds-Hawks last night with my dad, who thinks he likes the Hawks even thought I'm all, "Dad, you have seen Pontus Aberg play in real life and there he is on TV. DAD. PONTUS ABERG."

It looks like the kids will be playing Grand Rapids in the first round, but uuuuuuuuuuugh, do not want a repeat of last year. The Red Wings send down all their good baby players and the Preds call up our good baby players (PONTUS; last year they stole Kevin) and ugh DNW. Although maybe this year the good baby Wings played too many NHL games to get sent to Grand Rapids. I CAN HOPE.

I need $500 for this cat painting. (Would alternately accept the availability of affordable prints by this artist.)
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me in yesterday's entry: (*cough* nine roster players *cough* but one is so long-term injury that I don't think he even lives here anymore)
me today: WHERE DID CODY BASS EVEN APPEAR FROM?? WHERE HAS HE BEEN ALL THIS TIME? WHY IS HE TOUCHING ME? (The other dude is Andrew O'Brien, aka "Obie", aka "Meat". We never did get anyone to tell us why his nickname is Meat.)

(ETA: Maybe I should note that Cody has been on our roster all year but he was injured I think while called up to Nashville really early in the season? And in January he had ACL surgery.)

Other A+ Serve shenanigans: Bought 50/50 tickets from Gunnarson (an adorable child), our waiter was Kelleher (an even more adorable child, except he's really 22 and went to college, but he's even tinier than Tiniest Mouthbreather and also could not write legibly enough for the real waitress to read our order, BUDDY DIDN'T YOU HAVE TO WRITE ANYTHING IN COLLEGE?)

re: Kelleher - please click this link because this is my favorite tweet of all time and who are these people who have asked Roundtable Guy this question? I need to be friends with them. I feel they are my people.

Continuing: Cody and Pontus sold us raffle tickets, except really Cody sold us raffle tickets because Pontus ran off to put the candy jar I gave him somewhere safe (it was mine as a kid and it says Molly, and finally I know of a small Molly to give it to! Since it was basically gathering dust at my house, ONE MORE THING OUT OF MY HOUSE), and Cody was A+ delightful, probably because we gave him a lot of money.

Then we watched everyone wander around. Or dance around, in the case of Dougherty. Thankfully, the booster club stuck the Douchebag Creepster over by the plinko game, so he was completely out of our line of sight, and every time I saw him later he was sitting alone looking dejected, ha ha.

I successfully retrieved very tall Newfoundlander Adam Pardy from behind the bar to take terrible photobooth pictures with me and P., and managed to make some sort of conversation while we waited in line. (Instead of flipping up the bar door to get out from behind the door, he duck-walked his 6'4 self underneath it: ridiculous.) Why is my favorite always the one who is sure to leave at the end of the season?

Derek Army looks just enough like Tom Conrad that it's weird for me, but he was oddly excited to put Mardi Gras beads on us for free while we stood in the photobooth line. I had Tiniest Mouthbreather sign a puck for me later, and then we watched half of the t-shirt auction (I bid on Granberg because no one else was at first but thankfully someone outbid me). The t-shirt auction is always outrageous because the players usually start bidding on each other (Pardy and Kamenev both bid Kirkland up to like $300, uhhh, that's not fic waiting to happen), which is capital-R-Ridiculous but also sort of unfair to us plebes. One of these years I will save up and actually win someone's t-shirt and then look at it five years later and wonder why I spent the money.

In sum: those shenanigans were acceptable. (Except how someone broke into A.'s car while we were in there and stole her crochet bag, probably thinking it was a purse.) I enjoy that the Serve is basically an excuse to flirt harmlessly with the players, who mostly flirt back because we're giving them money for charity. Aaaah, objectifying.
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Perfume counter meet & greet was basically this -

Players: :-D Hi!
Us: :-D Hi!
Players: :-D
Us: :-D Is this a weird place for an autograph signing?
Players: Yup! :-D
Us: :-D
Players: :-D

So much :-D, my face hurt. Don't look at me, Adam Pardy, I can't deal with your face. Which I then went home and wrote fic about because I remain committed to this "fourth wall? ha ha what fourth wall?" train I'm on. Every year I'm like, "I'm not gonna get attached this year!! I will love no one!! I am an island!!" and inevitably I fail. And we haven't even done Celebrity Serve yet.

Anyway. Fic stats for yesterday tell me the weird vampire porn snippet I wrote was concerned about money. It is not concerned about money, although I would read the fic where players buy each other things in return for various favors (no one will write this so I will just think about it). And now I need to go back to working on the Bond poly story because I would really like to have the rough draft of it done this week before I start digging into my exchange assignment.
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The downside to my twitter hiatus is that I had no place to dump all my thoughts about tonight's Admirals game and ended up DMing one of my Kings friends to yell "Linden Vey and Matt Frattin are on the same Heat line!". That line later included Brandon Bollig, who must have gotten demoted somewhere along the way after I stopped paying attention. Those three plus former Admiral Jamie Devane, and some kids whose names I remembered from various WJC things meant there were actually a number of players I recognized on the Heat - as opposed to my own team, which has less than half the same lineup as last year and some dudes so new I'd never seen them before. Anyway, Jamie Devane had some anger issues happening tonight and at one point he grabbed Mike Liambas by the front of his jersey with both hands and just skated him around for a while. I didn't stay for the third period but there were already two fights and they were both less fighting and more ice dancing plus some groping.

Got my hair cut super short this morning - I will post a picture once I figure out how to style it, haha. I haven't had a haircut this short in (*looks at calendar*) twenty years and the stylists at ULTA always straighten it when I get it cut; I'm not sure if it's how they're taught now to make sure all the lengths are correct or what, but the stylist was like, "You mean you don't straighten it?" when I made a joke about how it wouldn't look like that again, and O_O'ed when I said I rarely bother.

I brought my new project notebook into bed with me so I could copy down my wip list but I didn't bring a pen and now the cats are asleep on top of the notebook, so. Oh well.
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