LOST & Hockey
Quote du Jour:
You know what they say about assuming. It just makes an ASS out of U and ME.
The nicest SPAM I ever got: I love you.
Great. Now :censored: off.
WOW. Iâ€™m late blogging today. I ache from head to toe. My thighs are sore from bending/squatting/stooping. Iâ€™ve done something to my ring finger on my right hand. Makes it uncomfortable to type. Am I a wimp or what?
This morning, as I was packing up my desk in prep of the BIG MOVE, I had a nice little tray that holds notecards sitting on the edge. I just hadnâ€™t got it packed yet. The office manager breezes by, pauses and says, â€œOH, is this extra? Because I would be GLAD to have it.â€ I’ll bet and um. NO. Itâ€™s mine. You canâ€™t have it. 👿
Ticked me off.
Sheâ€™s nervy. For sure.
LOST was fantastic last night. I like the character of Desmond, though I have to say he totally freaks me out. His head has definitely been messed with. I liked the scene between him and Jack. It was emotional and interesting. And the whole â€œSee you in another life, brotherâ€ is fascinating to me too. WHO is this guy? Was he really on a race around the world? Whatâ€™s his story? I canâ€™t wait to find out.
The orientation film was FREAKY. Men in white lab coats… be afraid, be very afraid!
My theory is that the island is a utopian genetically engineered society gone bad. I think the button is just a hoax. (Push the button. No button is bad.) Just to mess with their heads. And the word â€œquarantineâ€ on the INSIDE of the hatch (as in Donâ€™t leave!) adds to that hoax theory.
I think the writers are clever and I seriously hope they donâ€™t mess it up.
As well as it being LOST night, it was also the home opener for the Dallas Stars. I missed the end of the first period and half of the second to watch my favorite show, but I have to say, what I saw was a great game. A little disconcerting when the Stars were down 3-0 at the end of the first. But they would come back.
It wasnâ€™t a hard hitting game, although there was one real good scrum. They are calling penalties on EVERYTHING. I despise that. (I liked Razorâ€™s comment: â€œThe guys who man the two penalty boxes will know the entire defense corps of each divisional opponent by name and will be familiar enough to ask about loved ones well being, Olympic-break plans, and whether or not to get a “Brazilian”.â€) Let the guys play the game. Itâ€™s HOCKEY for godâ€™s sake. Not basketball or football where the players are pansies. However, I do like they have four more feet to try and score. And I do like the games are more exciting with more potential goals. And Jason Arnott is HOT.
But, like a bad hockey fan, I started to fall asleep before the end of the game. I only woke when my husband cheered that the Stars had scored another goal, tying the game at 4-4. I have no idea who won. I havenâ€™t gone to check it out yet. Iâ€™m just REAL happy hockey is back and my boys are on ice once again. I love me some hockey boys.
Okay. Back to reality. Iâ€™ve got people to harass.