So yeah... I had like one and a half days to basically pull off a hack-job of a poster, which really kinda pissed me off considering all the other designers got like a month. But anyway, despite all that, I think this is passable:




We'll see what they say about my gratuitous "sampling" of DAFT PUNK. I mean, if daft punk can do it, why can't I? I would've preferred to do a sweet drawing of the daft punk helmets, but I ain't got time for that shit.

saucer as in flying saucer, as in it leaves the ground i think.
a "saucy pass" is what i pull whenever i'm hangin' with yo moms

By the way, I think "nobody knows the shape of my face to come" is the best one yet.

A "saucer pass" is a pass that moves in a low arc, leaving the ice as it leaves the passing player's stick and landing again near the receiving player's stick. They usually do it when the two players are on opposite sides of an opponent's stick (so as to prevent an interception of the pass.)

BTW: they explained what a "suicide pass" is, but what exactly do they mean when they say "saucer pass"? Is that when the players are all non-chalant and slick about it and when you see the pass you're like "damn, that was saucy..."? I sure hope so. I think the Oilers could go all the way this year if Mickey-Tee could get them to play (and just generally live) a little bit saucier. Y'know... like get some grey poupon in the dressing room. Hell, get rid of the dressing room altogether and put in place a nice wood-panelled, subtley-lit "team parlour" where they'd change out of their uniforms and into silk robes to sit in stiff leather chairs smoking cigars and drinking Sherry in front of the fireplace while MacTavish goes over the game (in an English accent) between puffs of his long-stemmed pipe.

"Rollie, old chap, old boy! Jolly fine game!"

WHAT!?? ROLOSON IS BOBA HASEK? NO SHIT!!!

Yeah, I didn't see the first game (y'know, no TV and all) so I don't know how bullshit their goals were in game one, but they sure had some horsecunt breaks today.

Haha, nice use of the scanner, alison.

Before the series started, Dave Alexander (I think?) gave his prediction for this series:

Jarred Stoll, Raffi Torres, Ethan Moreau, Fernando Pisani, Marc-Andre Bergeron and Mike Peca all suddenly return to their mid-December form (remember the team that scored almost at will?). A freak disease that only affects Swedes sweeps through Detroit on Friday, felling their second line and half their defence, but meaning Igor Ulanov dresses in place of Dick Tarnstrom for us. Steve Yzerman announces his retirement to focus on his golf game, and Dwayne Roloson pulls off his mask to reveal that he is really a cloned version of late-'90s Dominik Hasek. The New York Times discovers this blog during this miraculous playoff series and offers me a job as a feature writer. On a trip to New York to meet the publisher, I save Scarlett Johansson's dog from being hit by a car, and she offers to buy me dinner as a thank you. OILERS IN 4

THE REFUSED ARE FUCKING DEAD!!! And I got the DVD to prove it! YEAAAHHH!!!! I can't fuckin wait to watch that shit...

Also, the Oilers played pretty decently this afternoon. Nice goal from the rookie Winchester, plus a solid performance from Rollie. It got shaky when we made some bad passes (Smyth's was brutal), and we were trying to conserve a 1-point lead... but I think we definitely deserved this win. Besides which, the 2 goals on Detroit's part were both bullshit goals and even they know it. If we keep this up I think we've got a decent chance to win this series... but we'll see. I may have already jinxed it.

here's one for those of you planning weddings:




and.... 4-2 woo hoo! (I got two points for my pool too!)

haha, cool, i want one of these!