"Motherf@#ker!!"

{the subject line is best understood by all 5 of my lj friends (and major BNL fans) that know of Tyler Stewart's friendship with Curtis Joseph - and his hockey fetish ... hehe}

Being a huge dork, today I finally heard of Curtis Joseph's signing on with the Detroit Red Wings. My initial reaction (as it seems to be with a lot of things lately) was to start laughing, because it's like CuJo was getting nostalgic for his tenure with the St. Louis Blues, and had to play with Brett Hull again. ;)

Hell, if we could get Adam Oates on the team - it would hearken back to the magic of "Hull and Oates" in the early 90s. What about Brendan Shannahan? If nothing else, he had a few of my friends almost creaming their jeans in college. So what if it's Detroit? I'd be happy to cheer for the Red Wings with a lot of the names I remember from way back when with St. Louis.

(Going back to Tyler on this one ... if the Toronto Maple Leafs ever play the Detroit Red Wings, poor Ty's gonna be almost schizo by the end of the 2nd period! Or maybe he'll adopt my tactic for cheering on teams in playoff games - i.e., World Series, Superbowl, etc. - when a home team isn't playing: "Go whichever team's winning!" Okay, maybe not.) I still got a kick out of the whole idea, though.

What Goes Up ... Must Come Down

and sometimes, it comes down really hard.


After spending several days in relatively good spirits, I have crashed. I sit here and cry over nothing at all. My moods are all over the place again (and no, it's not PMS this time) and I'm the unwilling participant on the emotional rollercoaster ride.


Maybe I should go and hide under the blankets and try to sleep. I'd rather not depress everyone else with my despondency here.

Post Crash-and-Burn

I think a nap was just what I needed.

I don't feel 100% better, but I'm not as depressed as I was feeling. Instead, I'm reading through my friends entries, listening to a Leonard Cohen tribute CD (I'm Your Fan - relased in '92, I think), getting ready to make leftover pizza for dinner. (I was extremely bad and ordered that Chicago Deep Dish pizza from Pizza Slut. It could've killed my stomach, but oh man, it was so damn good.)


Mystery of the Afternoon: With the lj mood icons, recumbent is a mood option. According to my American Heritage Dictionary, recumbent means "lying down, reclining". How can one be recumbent, unless they're on a laptop, on the bed or couch? And, yeah, I know I'm good for using big words - "lycanthropy" (a disorder in which one imagines him/herself to be a werewolf) among them - but, come on! Even *I* have to look up some of the moods they use!!

Sunday Night Sex Show (Sue Johansen not included)

Disclaimer: If you're uncomfortable with an open discussion about sex, you may want to bypass this entry. If you've stuck around - welcome to my happily twisted world. ;) And since this may prove to be lengthy, I'll do a cut text.

( Nice Girls Don't )

Sunday Night Sex Show - Part Two

( Sue Johansen Still Not Included )

Sunday Night Sex Show - The Conclusion

( You Know The Spiel )

Probably just me ...

(this is directed at the BNL fans)

but has anyone else watched (or at least heard of) the Comedy Central film "Porn and Chicken" and thought "Ed and Steve - circa 1988"?

Granted, they didn't make a porno film (that anyone knows of), but the whole initial premise - getting together to drink beer, eat chicken, watch porn - reminds me of Steve's comment on "Behind The Music" about him and Ed when they'd first became friends (Drinking beer, eating chicken, making music together). Conveniently leaving out the "watching porn" aspect of it for the VH1 crowd, of course. ;)


I'll quit while I'm ahead. Or else I'd risk putting my foot in my mouth - which wouldn't be any fun at all.