06.20.06
Posted in Hmph, My Beloved Oilers at 12:56 pm by jeci
It breaks a girl’s heart. Seriously, I can’t look at this picture and not want to hug them.
Indeed.
(See? Don’t you want to hug Pronger? Look at his face!)
First team seeded eighth to make it to the finals, first goal on a penalty shot in Stanley Cup history (yeah, Pronger!), and first shorthanded goal in sudden death overtime (yeah, Pisani!). Just not the first team since 1942 to win the cup after a 3-1 deficit. Forced seven games though–with a shutout no less.
If memory serves, back in the day, didn’t the Oilers lose to the Islanders and then come back the next year with a dynasty in the making and beat the Islanders? I’m just saying – in case the Universe is listening – it would be cool if we could make another run for the cup next year and actually win it.
Photo credit: CBC.
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06.18.06
Posted in Best of Blue Yon Belly, Memes, Photos, Sparkle at 2:10 am by jeci
It took me a little while, but I’m finally participating in the Ugly Photo Meme, conceived by Shannon and Anne and bravely realized by Schnozz.
I will preface this by saying I am not photogenic. Not. Photogenic. I usually look nothing like me in my photos and more like a) A man with a wig on who vaguely resembles me b) A puffy, porcine stranger who vaguely resembles me, or c) In the case of my passport photo and my first driver’s license, a crazed lunatic who vaguely resembles me. In the case of the former, everyone who has seen it says I look like Charlize Theron…in Monster. In the case of the latter, so astounding was this photo (in which I not only looked like a man with a wig on, but a man who also happened to be missing a chromosome who just escaped from prison by way of eating the guards) that when some kids snagged it and started making fun of it and my Biology teacher intervened, he cut himself off when he caught a glimpse of the photo and had to clap a hand over his mouth to stifle a guffaw.
So here is the Ugliest Photo of Me, chosen because I fit all three of my ugly photo categories: I look a little like a puffy, porcine, tranny bride and definitely like a crazed lunatic. I am clearly letting out a hag cackle, while my husband visibly wonders what he’s gotten himself into and a frightened groomsman looks on:
Photo courtesy of Lilypad Photo Arts
To contrast and compare, this is what happens when I’m not overly animate:
I look like a zombie monster that hasn’t eaten any brains in a while. Don’t make any sudden moves…
Here is my stunning “just-woke-up” photo, wherein a swamp creature masquerading as my hair is devouring me alive. As a bonus, I am slightly hungover and have that weird mooneye thing going on instead of the usual raccoon eyes.
And, finally, redemption. Two photos of me looking relatively like myself and neither like a science fiction creature nor a homicidal maniac. [Ed note: I hate to be heavy-handed with the wedding photos, but we have, literally, thousands more wedding photos than any other kind of photos and I guess there was just a larger pool to draw from.]
Photo courtesy of Lilypad Photo Arts
For my own category, I have chosen “Worst Holiday Photo Ever.” First, in Ireland, where I have a combination of jet lag and sheer exhaustion conspiring against me. This is what I look like when I’ve had three hours of sleep in three days: my face swells to twice its natural size and I am incapable of smiling.
And here I am in New York at Bryant Park looking like a demented lawn creature and also a little like Gollum. This photo was also a candidate for “Worst Forehead Shadows Ever” and “Worst Bobby Pin Placement Ever” (and can somebody please tell me why it looks like I have scales?!?).
OK–You’re it!
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