My heart bleeded, girl

I just watched a documentary on ESPN about the Baltimore Colts Marching Band, and now how am I supposed to keep hating the Ravens after that??

Adam says his new job at the bonsai nursery is awesome. He turned 29 on Friday, yikes. My baby.

Haha, I was just poking around Dreamwidth, since there are several hockey people there I wanted to read, and I saw that I haven't actually posted over there since 2009. And what was the first sentence of that post about? That's right, the Pittsburgh Penguins and a playoff game against the Caps. :) I should try - again - to get in the habit of crossposting. Or, you know, doing it *ever.*

So I was just reading an older Kaner/Tazer story, and Johnny kept saying to Kaner, "I hate you," and I kept expecting Patrick to answer, "Works for me." All these years later and "Sucker" is still lurking somewhere in my head.

Speaking of Kaner/Tazer, or any hockey players/pairings at all, omg, where are all the stories? I know, it's August, but I'm in such withdrawal and re-reading older stuff and aarrgghh. What's going to happen when if there's a lockout? /entitled

I may have to write some myself if this sad state of affairs continues.

Also, I'm waiting on the next installment of a WiP, and the author said "I'll try to post this weekend" and IT'S TUESDAY OMG POST ALREADY. /further entitlement

Fangasm did another interview with Jensen from Vancon last weekend, and man, he is just so thoughtful and competent and professional and I just appreciate him so much.

I'm not very happy at the news that Geno Malkin has already picked out his KHL team in the event of a lockout.

I got an email from the Blue Jackets today saying that they now have a plan for season ticket holders in the event of a "work stoppage." It's not a work stoppage, you fuckheads, it's a LOCKOUT. The NHLPA said a million times that they would be willing to play without a CBA on September 15. If the owners are going to lock them out, then they should own *that* too, along with all their teams and corporations and whatever else they lay claim to. NOT THAT I'M ANGRY.

I like kidfic, I'll admit it. I like slash couples with kids. But I do have an issue or two with a lot of it. Obviously, how the kid is written is a big one. I'd like to think the writer has at least met a kid once or twice. But my real issue is the dead!mom trope. I'm not all that fond of the deadbeat!mom trope, either. I get it, there needs to be a way that these two guys ended up responsible for a kid all by themselves. And surrogacy is fine unless you're going for the element of surprise! here's a kid you didn't know you had and are now stuck with raising all by yourself because mom died in childbirth/a car accident/disappeared/decided raising a kid was not for her/went insane and had to be institutionalized. So, yeah, I get it. It's in the same category as WaGS - how do you get around them in order for your pairing to get their HEA?

I have no answers, only issues. Those issues don't stop me from reading the stories, though. But they are the reason that Your Daddy's Aim is True by thefourthvine is the best kidfic ever, because she avoided all of these things completely. Also, it's a fabulous story on every level.

I read a story today that I had been avoiding because it's a hockey/Generation Kill xover and I don't know anything about GK. But This Wouldn't Happen in NASCAR by sparky77 is one of the most hilarious stories I've ever read, hands down. I will never again be able to think of Kaner and Tazer as anything other than "Patrick Kane and Psycho J."

I got an email from the Maui marathon today about having a shirt made with my race number on it so I don't have to fight with a paper bib and safety pins at 5am. I think that's a fabulous idea. They were doing that at the Pgh marathon in May, too.

Larry decided, mostly because he's afraid of his tiny garage, that he would lease a SmartCar for the next few years. (He did scrape up the side of his car pulling out of the garage.) I'm not sure how I feel about that, but he's very excited. When he asked the salesperson about driving it on the highway back and forth between C-bus and Pgh, the guy said, "It'll keep up with traffic." That sounded ominous to me, but since he seems to be on call almost all the time anymore, he's never going to be able to come home to Pgh again, so it really doesn't matter, I guess. I have no idea how it'll go in the snow, and also the salesperson mentioned strong winds could be a problem.

But it fits in his garage, which is what matters, apparently. Maybe he'll leave his real other car here all winter so I can drive it, because mine isn't exactly awesome in the snow.

However, as a PA resident leasing a car in OH, the OH DMV apparently needs to see his Social Security card. He has no idea where it is, because why would he? I don't know where mine is, I never use it and I've had the number memorized since I was 13, or whenever.

Anyway, I spent some time searching for it today, in all the places one would suspect a SS card to be stashed. I didn't find it, but I did find the business card of the taxidermist who stuffed the barracuda I caught in the Bahamas back in the mid-90s, the ticket stub from a Pens game in the second round of the Patrick Division playoffs in 1993, which Larry went to without me and which was the game that put me off hockey for so many years because my HEART was BROKEN. I found a huge stack of $2 bills, expired passports, my nursing school diploma, both of our divorce papers, both our mother's wills, and for some reason, a *metal* version of his SS card, which apparently doesn't count.

It was the taxidermist's card that made me think it was time to clean out a few drawers, though.