Ha! I have found somewhere to house my hockey rants, where I can get it all out of my system, and nobody else will be able to read them and laugh. Well, they will, but it's unlikely. That, and the only people who have friended me that I know in real life know absolutely NOTHING about hockey, and won't care anyway.
The fact that the Rejects are the only friends I have who watch hockey is because I live in the UK, where the only hockey league is Elite, which is all shit, and only has about 6 teams. And nobody's heard of it. My mum's boyfriend knows a little about hockey, but prefers football. I was watching it once, and he was watching it with me. Our conversation went a little like this:
Me: So, you support anyone in particular, or just watch it.
Stef: There was a team. A Canadian one. I liked them, cuz it's a Canadian game and everything... uh...
Me: Yeah. Well, the Habs are one of the Original Six, like before there was this NHL, so yeah. Just as longs as you don't support the Leafs. *mock growl*
Stef: They were uh... the maple somethings...
Me: Uh huh...
Stef: They weren't a big team, from a smallish place. Dunno.
Me: The maple LEAFS, stef. The Leafs. I don't believe it. The one fucking guy in the entire country, and you support the Leafs. Fucker. Also, they're from TORONTO, Stef. Not exactly a small place, y'know.
In my defense, I'm a die-hard Habs fan. I'm allowed to hate the Leafs. Also, the Flyers, as of this years playoffs. In his defense, he was very drunk.
As an explanation to the above Rejects, and to why I am friends with the Rejects, they aren't really rejected. It's just they're US military, posted at a J.A.M.C. base in the middle of nowhere, in south-west England. How much more rejected can you be?
Anyway, rants to come. Post-dated, from the beginning of the 07-08 season. I have rants for most games. Some are short. Others are long. Others are essays. And bear in mind I can play, coach and ref better than EVERYONE in the NHL when I'm writing my rants. Or so I would like to believe. The fact I've never played hockey competitively could put a small hole in that particular idea, but still. I CAN!!!
The fact that the Rejects are the only friends I have who watch hockey is because I live in the UK, where the only hockey league is Elite, which is all shit, and only has about 6 teams. And nobody's heard of it. My mum's boyfriend knows a little about hockey, but prefers football. I was watching it once, and he was watching it with me. Our conversation went a little like this:
Me: So, you support anyone in particular, or just watch it.
Stef: There was a team. A Canadian one. I liked them, cuz it's a Canadian game and everything... uh...
Me: Yeah. Well, the Habs are one of the Original Six, like before there was this NHL, so yeah. Just as longs as you don't support the Leafs. *mock growl*
Stef: They were uh... the maple somethings...
Me: Uh huh...
Stef: They weren't a big team, from a smallish place. Dunno.
Me: The maple LEAFS, stef. The Leafs. I don't believe it. The one fucking guy in the entire country, and you support the Leafs. Fucker. Also, they're from TORONTO, Stef. Not exactly a small place, y'know.
In my defense, I'm a die-hard Habs fan. I'm allowed to hate the Leafs. Also, the Flyers, as of this years playoffs. In his defense, he was very drunk.
As an explanation to the above Rejects, and to why I am friends with the Rejects, they aren't really rejected. It's just they're US military, posted at a J.A.M.C. base in the middle of nowhere, in south-west England. How much more rejected can you be?
Anyway, rants to come. Post-dated, from the beginning of the 07-08 season. I have rants for most games. Some are short. Others are long. Others are essays. And bear in mind I can play, coach and ref better than EVERYONE in the NHL when I'm writing my rants. Or so I would like to believe. The fact I've never played hockey competitively could put a small hole in that particular idea, but still. I CAN!!!
- Location:home
- Mood:
bored
I always find that I can't pick a favourite food, since it all depends on your mood and your environment. In the summer, it's usually hot and humid, not the kind of weather in which you would want to eat a huge roast. In the winter, a green salad would hardly give you enough energy to keep warm, would it?
For that reason, as the weather gets colder, I find myself spending longer and longer in the kitchen, making up huge batches of homemade soup, and baking bread. There is something comforting about coming into the house after freezing outside to warm, hearty food.
In the summer, I would often complain about the amount of time I had to spend in the kitchen, boiling hot, whilst everyone else gets to sit around in the garden. In the winter, the kitchen is the warmest room in the house, making me more that willing to stay in there.
Overall, I am more willing to cook and eat large, hot meals in the winter than in warmer weather. The only problem with this is that, with it being colder and therefore making it a stupid idea to want to go running, eating more food tends to make me attempt (and fail) to go on diets periodically throughout the winter.
For that reason, as the weather gets colder, I find myself spending longer and longer in the kitchen, making up huge batches of homemade soup, and baking bread. There is something comforting about coming into the house after freezing outside to warm, hearty food.
In the summer, I would often complain about the amount of time I had to spend in the kitchen, boiling hot, whilst everyone else gets to sit around in the garden. In the winter, the kitchen is the warmest room in the house, making me more that willing to stay in there.
Overall, I am more willing to cook and eat large, hot meals in the winter than in warmer weather. The only problem with this is that, with it being colder and therefore making it a stupid idea to want to go running, eating more food tends to make me attempt (and fail) to go on diets periodically throughout the winter.
I'm currently working on it. It may take a while, as it requires lots of alcohol. I did actually try writing while I was drunk, but typing with a cigarette in one hand when you're too drunk to sit up straight does not make for good typing. Or closing tags on HTML codes.
I should really be working on the huge amount of homework and coursework I have, but, you know. MSTing is more fun.
I should really be working on the huge amount of homework and coursework I have, but, you know. MSTing is more fun.
- Location:My computer
- Mood:
Scared of bad!fic - Music:Red Hit Chili Peppers: Desacration Smile
OK, my second MST. This fic is truly awful. Not quite as bad as the sequel, but be prepared for cringes so bad you fall off your chair. Fic has House/Chase slash, MST has House/Wilson, House/Chase and House/Chase/Wilson.
Both MST and fic feature lapdancing!Chase, and the MST version is considerably (I hope) easier on the stomach. By the way, by the end I kind of gave up on the grammar, because the content was nauseating enough as it was.( Click here... If you dare. Alcohol with help. )
Both MST and fic feature lapdancing!Chase, and the MST version is considerably (I hope) easier on the stomach. By the way, by the end I kind of gave up on the grammar, because the content was nauseating enough as it was.( Click here... If you dare. Alcohol with help. )
- Mood:
hot
MSTer Note: This is my first MST. I hope it doesn't go too badly. The fic isn't as bad as I have seen, but I was trying to find something quickly just to have a go at this. Will probably contain at least a little bit of House/Wilson slash, because everything I write does.
( Me! Me! Pick Me! )
( Me! Me! Pick Me! )
- Location:Here
- Mood:
accomplished - Music:None
