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Naturally, the damn near only time anything happens during the off-season had to be during Midsummer. Which was kind of crazy, what with hanging out by a bond-fire on a beach until around seven or eight AM, when we finally ran out of alcohol. Which is why I was extremely hung-over when I finally got around to checking the draft-news. At which point it really dawned on my, just how much of a sap I've become because Teräväinen being so well and truly exited about going to the Hawks was pretty much the cutest thing ever. Also, just how much of a crush on PKane does he have?
Speaking of scheduling conflicts. The Blackhawks and the Wilds are playing they're season openers almost exactly the same time. Normally this wouldn't matter at all, because I really couldn't give a damn about the Wilds as a team, but. Assuming Granlund makes it to the team straight from training camp, which, considering how much they've been dying to have him, it's not all that unlikely, I'd kinda really want to watch his first ever NHL-game. Especially when I won't probably end up watching him play all that much. But then I really, really want to see the Hawks season opener as well. Not to mention that 'Nucks are playing their first game on a weekday, and since it's going to be around four AM here when the game even starts, there's really no use to even think about going to school if I want to see it. Which I do.
Sometimes I wonder, why on earth I'm so into this game..
Like when I'm working on my Finnish hockey history -primer. For one thing, the whole thing has gotten somewhat out of hand, and is sort of huge. The needs to be cut into parts kinda huge. But the biggest problem with it, is that I'm soon getting to year 1995 and after that nothing but Painful and Heartbreaking things happen for the next sixteen years and I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THEM. 'cept for the part where I started a primer which includes talking about them. So just how stupid am I? So the end-result is that writing it is really slow going at the moment, and I'm having trouble motivating myself to do anything about that. Help?
Maybe we could all agree to wipe the 2006 from history, yes? At least the rest of it is more or less bearable.
On not hockey related stuff. Finally went and saw the Prometheus a week ago. It was bad. Really, really bad. Starting with the way the movie had more holes in it's plot than swiss cheese. And Ridley Scott might use a lesson in other ways of creating tension on screen besides dark rooms with bright flashing lights. Granted, it wasn't on the migraine inducing levels that the original Alien had, but could've done with out them anyway. But the worst of it was the amount of badly motivated characters that had somehow all managed to get crammed into just one movie.
The truly annoying thing is that I almost didn't go at all, because all the bad reviews it had been getting. I was on the fence about it for almost a month, and just when I'd decided that I could just as well wait for the dvd a friend told that it wasn't really all that bad, and that combined with being really bored resulted in changing my mind one last time. And now I just wish that I hadn't. Maybe next time, when I'm thinking if I should risk 12 euros on a movie that's likely to suck, I'll remember to not.
To conclude things: KES-HONEY, I LOVE YOU BUT WHY MUST YOU INSIST ON DOING SUCH HORRIBLE THINGS TO YOUR FACE. I'M SERIOUSLY AFRAID TO GO ON TWITTER AND TUMBLR BECAUSE OF YOU. PLEASE JUST SHAVE ALREADY.
Speaking of scheduling conflicts. The Blackhawks and the Wilds are playing they're season openers almost exactly the same time. Normally this wouldn't matter at all, because I really couldn't give a damn about the Wilds as a team, but. Assuming Granlund makes it to the team straight from training camp, which, considering how much they've been dying to have him, it's not all that unlikely, I'd kinda really want to watch his first ever NHL-game. Especially when I won't probably end up watching him play all that much. But then I really, really want to see the Hawks season opener as well. Not to mention that 'Nucks are playing their first game on a weekday, and since it's going to be around four AM here when the game even starts, there's really no use to even think about going to school if I want to see it. Which I do.
Sometimes I wonder, why on earth I'm so into this game..
Like when I'm working on my Finnish hockey history -primer. For one thing, the whole thing has gotten somewhat out of hand, and is sort of huge. The needs to be cut into parts kinda huge. But the biggest problem with it, is that I'm soon getting to year 1995 and after that nothing but Painful and Heartbreaking things happen for the next sixteen years and I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THEM. 'cept for the part where I started a primer which includes talking about them. So just how stupid am I? So the end-result is that writing it is really slow going at the moment, and I'm having trouble motivating myself to do anything about that. Help?
Maybe we could all agree to wipe the 2006 from history, yes? At least the rest of it is more or less bearable.
On not hockey related stuff. Finally went and saw the Prometheus a week ago. It was bad. Really, really bad. Starting with the way the movie had more holes in it's plot than swiss cheese. And Ridley Scott might use a lesson in other ways of creating tension on screen besides dark rooms with bright flashing lights. Granted, it wasn't on the migraine inducing levels that the original Alien had, but could've done with out them anyway. But the worst of it was the amount of badly motivated characters that had somehow all managed to get crammed into just one movie.
The truly annoying thing is that I almost didn't go at all, because all the bad reviews it had been getting. I was on the fence about it for almost a month, and just when I'd decided that I could just as well wait for the dvd a friend told that it wasn't really all that bad, and that combined with being really bored resulted in changing my mind one last time. And now I just wish that I hadn't. Maybe next time, when I'm thinking if I should risk 12 euros on a movie that's likely to suck, I'll remember to not.
To conclude things: KES-HONEY, I LOVE YOU BUT WHY MUST YOU INSIST ON DOING SUCH HORRIBLE THINGS TO YOUR FACE. I'M SERIOUSLY AFRAID TO GO ON TWITTER AND TUMBLR BECAUSE OF YOU. PLEASE JUST SHAVE ALREADY.
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Hm, the reason for why I went with a WIP primer was sort of to try and get around the problem of there being less-than-funny parts to talk about. It made it easier to just compartmentalize those things, to just get it over with, and then get back to talking about the happy things instead. So, maybe try and focus on just getting everything horrible out of the way and then spend lots and lots of time talking about 2011? I'm not sure if that works for you, but that's how I try to motivate myself.
Also, pretending that 2006 never happened might actually work. Considering Canada and USA ended up in 7th and 8th place, most North Americans are probably just as happy not thinking about that year. ^_^
I was told straight out that going to see Prometheus would be a horrible life-choice, by someone who knows that I have pretty much the lowest bar ever for enjoying movies. The more I see people talking about it, the happier I become that I chose to heed this advice.
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So, maybe try and focus on just getting everything horrible out of the way and then spend lots and lots of time talking about 2011?
I've been trying to employ this tactic, and for the most part, it does in fact work. The problem is doing research and muddling through the bad years, and then at some point having to go and watch highlight reels from '95 and '11 just to remind myself, that yes, good things do in fact happen every now and again. And then it takes a while before I'm able to go back to thinking about all the times things have gone wrong.
Clearly I have the worst friends, and I'll never listen to their opinions when it comes to what movies to watch, ever again. Prometheus was such complete waste of everything.