Since my last bout of randomness, I did some interesting stuff. Like, attend my very first hockey game–Penguins vs. Sharks, in San Jose last week.
Some Penguins fans in the sea of teal. There were plenty more than what I captured.
Look at that sign above the Pens’ bench!
My zoom lens did pretty well here. I use a Sony DSC-HX20V, which has a zoom up to 20X for clear close-ups, and beyond zoom for blurry shots. But this one above was at around, I think, 25X, and it looks fine (would be better if the netting was out of the way).
sidney sidney sidney sidney ❤ ❤ ❤ (Again, the netting just had to be in the way to muck things up.)
I was a little hesitant to attend this game, by the way. I know the Pens’ track record at the Shark Tank (I am NOT calling it the “SAP center”, as it sounds lame) is dismal, though only until later did I find out how viciously shark-bitten the Penguins get in SJ: 10 straight losses. They only come to SJ once a year, so that’s 10 years in a row! That first period looked like they were going to change the course, going into the 2nd period with a 2-0 lead. If only the game ended there. Then, somewhere in the 3rd period, shit started coming downhill. (If I was an emotional big baby, I would have been bawling at the end of that game.) Even I still can’t believe how it ended, though I shouldn’t be shocked. It still blows.
Nonetheless, I was still happy to finally see my favorite hockey team in action. I just wish they held on to their lead and gave me a win. And, of course, when I don’t watch them in person, what do they do? Win elsewhere. Of course they would.
I actually took a few days off from work last week. Girlie needed it, and, the day after that hockey game, I shook off the meltdown loss with a trip to Santa Cruz. Excellent, warm weather that day, and the drive to there wasn’t too bad, either–also a surprise considering I went there on a Friday, and expected a snarl on that south 17.
Work sucks. Beaches rule.
I’ll tell you this, if I had a bikini body right now, I would have gone out there and worn a high-cut thong on the shores. You know, just to show the other girls how to wear a bikini the right (and flashy–pun intended) way. It was the one killjoy in my trip to SC–seeing some girls in those ugly, low-risers. They didn’t even have the bodies for them in the first place; not that they were pudgy, but who finds a long stomach and stumpy legs sexy? Yeah…
There–that’s how you wear a bikini, girlies of today.
The one funny thing about my trip altogether, though? Traveling on the day when Daylight Savings Time happened. That’s two times for me, now. When we fell back an hour last year, I was in L.A. for my birthday. When we went forward an hour, I was in San Francisco, enjoying myself. And then I looked at the time on my phone, and 1:59AM went to 3:00AM. It’s not fun partying when you lose an hour of it. And when I got back home, it was five in the morning. I didn’t get to bed till seven, and, I swear, that night/day, 7AM looked like 4AM. Bullshit this DST! They took away an hour of sleep from me, and the sky doesn’t look the time it is. It’s a good thing I don’t work on a Sunday.
I’m finding myself watching more trashy talk shows on my weekdays off. I’ve been watching more Maury than Jerry, but only because I tune into NHL Live at 2PM, the same time Jerry comes on. But I caught a bit of Jerry earlier today, and it’s still the same ol’ Springer. Fights, fights, and, uh, watermelon eating. Unless if those guys were perfecting the art of pussy-eating, that bit was unusual. I feel like I’m in danger of losing some brain cells when I watch Jerry, but at the same time, I don’t mind subjecting myself to this every now and then. (It’s like wanting to eat a handful of Cheetos, when you know more of it is gonna give you more flab.) Just catching glimpses of it–not really watching the entire segments, because two girls fighting after one of them slept with the other’s husband is actually old hat to me. Mind you, I watched Jerry when his act was something new and interesting back in the late 90s. And while it still is kind of amusing to see, it’s more fun watching hockey players fight on the ice.
As for Maury shows? Dude is the king of paternity tests. There was this one episode where this mother of two kids tested seven(!) guys to see if one of them was the father. And guess what? NONE of them were! (And some call a girl wearing a thong on the beach slutty). Now, I’m not sure if that–or anything else on Maury’s and even Jerry’s shows–was staged. But I’ll still be watching it. They advertise their shows as drama, but it’s more like comedy to me. And, by the way, why do the majority of these guests sound like they’re from the south? Almost all the guests on both of these shows, they sound like they’re from there. I’m not trying to link foolish behavior with the southern lifestyle; I’m just saying. Hell, there are morons where I live; I just have yet to see them on these talk shows.
The funny this is that whenever I watch either of these shows, I become a little more thankful for being single. All their stuff on cheating lovers would get me paranoid if I was with someone. I’d get suspicious with my man, if I had one, after watching Jerry!
No, I did not watch the Oscars last week. Not in its entirety. I caught bits of it, but I can’t bring myself to watch the show when it’s on. I still think the 2003 show (awarding the best in film of 2002) was the best of them all. Why? Three reasons…
By the way, at this time, Scorsese has yet to win an Oscar (got nommed that year for Best Director, but lost). Eleven years later, Eminem’s still got one more than Leo DiCaprio. lol
Sigh. The exact moment I fell in love with that man.
My new source of hilarity? Besides trashy talk shows? Reading negative feedback of eBay sellers. Here’s a sampling from one seller I recently bought some items from…
If the feedback up top and the one second from the bottom doesn’t make you LOL, then you must be soulless.
I don’t have three favorite words of the moment right now. Instead, I do have my hot male backside of the moment:
When Timmy was hot. I miss those days. If only he can bring that ass (and that hair, that long hair!) back, and get rid of that lame mustache. I think I’ll be making hot male butts a new theme around here.
I know. It’s late. I should be sleeping right now. I got work ten hours from now. Think of it as me being devoted to give you more of what’s on my mind. Actually, it’s fucking windy outside as I type, and that shit keeps me up.
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