game 5 vs la kings | shaw and saad celebrating kaner’s second goalAwwwww, babies. <3 <3 <3
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Just Can't Look Away
Right so, the Pens Lightning Game was sort of a shit show, but had a few entertaining highlights: the everyone but the Bolts goalie is in the goal incident and of course the point in the third period where there were eight players in the penalty box creating standing room only in the Pens box. It also marks the closest I’ve ever got to fighting another fan at a game. Funny I’d always thought it’d be a Philly game. Must be the whole state.
Lightning played the Panthers tonight and instead of resting up for work tomorrow I was there snapping some photos from the cheap seats and being told by a 10-year-old the Lightning weren’t dicking around in front of the Panther’s net, they were “getting in position.” He said it with such authority I feel like I have to concede that one to him, especially with the end game goal count.
Got tickets to the season opener, took horrible photos, shocked old and young alike with the breadth of my profanity.
Dear Family
Right, family, I know we aren’t living in the ideal situation. I’m way too old to be living with you guys, and you’re getting too old to have your daughter underfoot and asking her prodding questions about the unmarked boxes she gets in the mail (I swear they’re minis for DnD).
That said, we’re all way too old and wise for the trash stacking game. We are all adults and thus shouldn’t be piling trash in the trash can until whoever makes it fall takes it out. Don’t pretend you weren’t doing this. I know this game. I have played this game with two college roommates who lived in conditions worse than back alley organ thieves.
You don’t want to play this game with me.
What you’ve got on me in years, I’ve got on you in a very specific talent set honed from years of being an unmotivated slob living with even more unmotivated slobs. I have lived with a woman who found sushi in our dryer and owned a car that ate the silverware I stole from work so I wouldn’t have to buy more. I have lived with a another woman whose idea of fixing a leak in the kitchen was putting a dish towel on the floor and sitting down on a chair in the middle of the puddle to eat a week old biscuit and watch the puddle grow until I got home. I have played the trash stacking game with all these women, and I may have made the poor choice to live with each of these individuals, but there is one thing I can say.
They always ended up taking out the trash.
So the Republican National Convention is starting to gather in Tampa, FL, the self proclaimed “Lap Dance Capital of the World” (at least until that one guy got whiplash from a dancer’s breasts and they instated the “Lap Dance Ordnance”). Ten bucks says there’s a stripper scandal before the week is out.
Queens of Fallen London
So I have come to terms with the fact this fic…will never go anywhere. It will just be random snatches of conversation and odd scenes of my two characters in Echo Bazaar co-existing. But this scene. This scene I liked. It seemed worth putting up somewhere. Besides, it’s pouring, the bridge is closed, and I’m stuck on the wrong side in a coffee shop, so it seems like a good use of time.
Warning for spoilers and minor femslash. You were warned.
Just a short trip through the fields around Duncansby Head Lighthouse is this view. It was worth the twisted ankle.
Watching the Olympics closing ceremonies and I can’t help but be freaked out by the Pet Shop Boys’ number because the dudes on bikes with full head masks remind me of an army of Pyramid Heads.
Tower Bridge with a couple filters I was playing with before I stopped to take a picture for a family so the father could be in the photo. Was then dragged off by my travel partner, because apparently I had enough photos of the bridge. As if there were such a thing.