Flames Win 3 - 0

Sorry, it was on Sportsnet, not TSN.

Kipper shutout, baby.  Any time anyone asked me about Kipper this year, what'd I say?  I said, "you know, historically it's taken him seven or eight games to hit his stride".  And here we are, game 9, he makes 22 saves for a shutout.  Not gonna say I told you so... but that's what happened.

Good game, Flames.

The secondary scoring really came through. W00t.

Flames Host Colorado

The Flames play tonight at the Pengrowth Saddledome against the Colorado Avalanche, and there is one question on everybody's mind:  Can the Flames keep their 3 game win streak alive?

The Flames are currently fourth in the division with a record of 4-3-1, vs. the Avalanche who are second in the division with 5-3-0.  It is still very early in the season to be calling games off records, in fact it is never "safe" to call a game based on the team's record.  But so far the Flames are roughly as good at home as the Avalanche are away from home.

So, what I'm trying to say is it looks like an even match, from the statistics.

I really just wanted to write that I'm looking forward to watching Jarome Iginla tonight, because he's ON TOP my friends.  GO JAROME.

Peter Budaj is going to need reconstructive surgery when we're done with him.

That was morbid.

Watch the game tonight on TSN at 7:30 MST.  Unfortunately, I'll be writing a midterm, so if I'm lucky I'll catch some of the second period and the whole of the third.

Go Flames!

A new season, A new blog.

Soooooo, Flamesboy has fallen flat on his face.  Over the course of the past, I don't know how long, I've been gobbled up by other things.  And I have fallen in love with a new blog.  That is, my own... other blog.  Wow.  Am I a closet narcissist?  Anyway, if you would like to contine following what's up in my head, please feel free to mosey on over to http://kevkev.ca that I update on a very regular basis.


However, for now, I think Flamesboy is not dead.  I think I will return to this blog, and devote myself to the Flames once again.

I will begin when the Flames begin to win.

Lol...

But seriously, boys.  Two losses to Vancouver?  You're not making it easy on me.  My Canuck fan friends will be all over me for months.  I can't take the taunts!

Kipprusoff...  If you ever let 6 goals in again, I will cry for thirty four straight minutes.

And, I know everyone's saying it, but I call bullshit on Vancouver's overtime goal.  Where was the tripping call against Vancouver not 20 seconds sooner?  I don't know.  Stupid Vancouver.

Stranger Than Fiction

Stranger than Fiction, better known as “that Will Ferrell movie where he’s serious” was unsuspectingly refreshing, thought provoking, and inspiring. It begs to be analyzed and mulled over, as it raises the bigger issues, like fate, death, and what might be controlling each.


The movie is simply narrated and is by no means busy. Sets are simple and clean. The sound effects are crisp and clear, and the dialogue is minimal. The camera shots are unconventional, and interesting. The opening scene is shot from a camera seemingly inside Will Ferrell’s mouth. This concept of creative camera placement, which is vaguely reminiscent of The Truman Show, is explored throughout the movie, sometimes panning out to plunge the viewer into a broader story line, or other times taking the perspective of a shower head. Perhaps placing the viewer inside inanimate objects strengthens the personification of the inanimate which occurs throughout the story most noticeably in the wrist watch worn by the protagonist, Harold Crick.

Instead of talking too much about metaphor and symbolism, which I reveled in thinking about while watching this movie, I’d like to sing praises to the acting abilities of already one of my favorite actors Dustin Hoffman, and also to Will Ferrell in a more conventional role.

Dear Hollywood,

Please let Mr. Ferrell be an artist! Yes, he’s funny, we know that already, but the man has some serious talent!



Thanks for reading.

Go see this movie.

PS

If you haven't noticed already, my blogger page has been inactive for some time. That's because of tumblr. It's far too convenient not to use, so it's sort of taken over as my corner of the internet.

Visit me there at http://pablohungry.tumblr.com

Myspace...

Okay, so I've created a myspace for the express purpose of sharing my zany recordings with all of y'all over the interwebs. So please, please check out http://www.myspace.com/KevinIsASinger and have a listen. It's not very perty yet but I'll get to decking it out.

The song there now is one I ripped off in 15 minutes. I had the bass line stuck in my head so I thought I'd lay it out (and I was hitting low E flats today and I wanted it documented) and then I just threw minor chords over top of it, and borrowed a William Carlos Williams poem and fit it to a melody. So it was fun, and the outcome is satisfactory in my mind.

Me being me, I clicked the "Open this player in a new window" button as many times as firefox would let me (which is 20) and listened to 80 of my own voices sing at me all at once. It was awesome.

Fighters say the darndest things.

So, I was wasting away watching CSI earlier, and a commercial came on for the Ultimate Fighting Champion, and one of the fighters came on and said, "I will be the victoryor." 

Stay in school, kids.

Lucky Penny

Maybe I need one.  Maybe I just want to believe in luck.  But I had an inspiring thought today.

The inspiration came from a few places.  One of those places was Stewart McLean's Vinyl Cafe podcast from last week which I listened to finally on Thursday.  It was a story about lucky pennies that a grandfather would always pick up.  If he found them heads up, he'd keep it in a jar.  If he found it heads down, he'd give it away, but make sure to give it away heads up.
Another of the places of inspiration was nearing the end of my astronomy exam.  The girl to my left and one seat in front got up to leave, but in the process accidentally dumped her change purse on her desk, chair, and floor, creating a mild "curfuffle".  Not to worry though, the exam had already been a comedy of distractions worthy of a sitcom.  In any case, it got me to thinking.

What if you collected those heads up pennies for a while.  Stored them away in a jar until that jar was full...  And then to pick your new "lucky penny" you did the following.

Dump them on the floor... and discard all the pennies that land tails up... so say you had 10 000 pennies, probability says 5000 of them will be tails up.

Now you dump the 5000 on the floor and delete the new "tails up" ones.
You'll have roughly 2500 pennies now, which you dump out... you get the idea.
2500 becomes 1250
1250 becomes 625
625 becomes 313
313 becomes 156
156 becomes 78
78 becomes 39
39 becomes 20
20 becomes 10
10 becomes 5
5 becomes 3
And hopefully 3 becomes 2 and 2 becomes 1 instead of 3 becoming 0 'cause then you'd have to start over.

But now you have a penny that's randomly landed heads 12 or 13 times consecutively... which makes for one lucky penny.

If you really want a lucky penny, start with 20 000 pennies.  Or 100 000.  OR A MILLION!!!

I'm out.

Things on my mind

• The Flames getting past the first round
• "Jubilate Deo"
• "Libera Me"
• "Worthy to be Praised"
• "Almost Every Other Song We've Done in UChorus"
• How awesome it is to be the master of your own destiny.

April 10th 08 Snow Day... Happy Spring?

Anthropology Time is Story Time

Kristy:
i really wany]t to read my trashy romance
Kevin:
why don't I just write a trashy romance story for you?
Kristy:
Please do so...also...wrting on your lap is kinda awkward
Kevin:
I LIKE IT :O

There was a stable boy.  A sweaty stable boy.  He liked to saddle up the horses.  The princess wanted to saddle him up.  She did.  The end.

Kristy:
THe girl could hrdly stand the heat building inside of her. Flowing hair caressed silken sheets as she gazed with satiation towards the chimmney sweep. He had a lage sweep, she throught to herself. And she wasn't talking about clearing the chimmney in her house.


Kevin:
He pushed up his glasses, and adjusted his tie as the stewardess leaned forward.  Her blouse was unbuttoned at the top and her cleavage teased him hiding behind her scarf.  He could feel beads of sweat rolling down his face as she removed the tray from the passenger next to him, and he could smell her conditioner and perfume intertwining in a magical combination of pure olfactory erotica.  She stood back up and put her hand on his shoulder, "Is there anything else I can" she paused, "do for you, sweety?"  he could think of a few things...

Kristy:
His gaze was magnetic. Instantly attracted, she stumbled forward on jell-o like legs and mumbled and introduction.
"Jet," he asked with a hint of surprise. "Like the plane?"
Shaking her head, she retorted wtith annoyance, "No. Like the stone." reclaiming her hand as if his touch was fire, she subtly rubbed his touch off on her dress.
"Listen," she told him, drawing back from his sudden predatory figure. " I really have to go...walk my dog...and water my..dishes. So yeah..." She continued to retreat, leaving her new boss standing by her desk with an irritating smirk. 'Smarmy bastard' she thought. His thoughts took a different route. Most of them involving her desk, a few office supplies and quite a few hours overtime.
 
Kevin:
"Did you hear about Tawny and Gerry?", the fat woman asked as she sipped at her tea, her jowls shuffling as she spoke.  "No!" replied her thinner, wrinklier companion, "did they do sex?", she inquired.  The fat one smirked and filled with glee at being able to share this juicy piece of information with her friend of almost three decades.  "They did sex.", she said smirking and smug,
"more tea?"
"Please.  Has it happened more than once?"
"They seem to be having quite the time of it."
"When did it start?"
"Who's to say?  They've been sneaking around for at least two months."
"How did you learn?"
"Well I first suspected when I saw her wearing his sweater on her way home one morning.  I called out to her, and she said she was on her way from the store.  Little tramp couldn't even think of a good lie."
"Now, now, Myrna, you and I did our fair share of running around in our day.  And besides we've known they'd do the big dirty since the day little Gerry moved into town."
"I always gave them more credit.  Thought they'd be smart about it."
"It's hard to be young, in love, and smart at the same time, Myrna!"
"Not that I would know..."
"You do know!  You had James!"
"And now James has the 30 year old floozy from Manhattan!"
"I knew I shouldn't have brought up James..."
"He never appreciated me, you know, I'm sure his new little biscuit doesn't do his laundry... and if she does I bet she doesn't freshen with Baby's Breath.  No one does that like I do."
"No one does, Myrna...  But don't forget it's better to have loved and lost..."
"Then to die a virgin like you, Ethel?"
"Now, Myrna, that was too far..."
"I think it was quite far enough.  Now finish your tea, I have a book meeting to get to."