Sunday, July 8, 2012
Sunday, July 1, 2012
The Blackout
Friday night, storms blew through Our Nation's Capital and knocked out power to pretty much everyone. Our electric company services about 830,000 customers in Northern Virginia and was reporting outages to about 350,000 of those customers on Saturday. The District of Columbia and Suburban Maryland face a similar situation with about 350,000 outages. Heading south, the power is on in Fredericksburg, but not in Woodbridge, at least as of yesterday.
By the way, did I mention we're in a heat wave? It was 104 on Friday, 98 yesterday, 94-97 expected today. I hate hot weather and I know I'm quite a wuss about it, but 104 is fucking hot. It's so humid you can actually smell it. That's right. Humidity has an actual not-unpleasant odor. Kind of green and sweet.
We slept at home Friday night. Once the storms passed, there was some cooler air behind it and it was reasonably comfortable, although I had to sleep without my medical device, which meant I slept in 45 second increments for about 3 hours. Our first thought was to check for outage updates. There was no telephone connection, either on the cell or the land line. There was no internet because I used up the battery powering one of my medical devices. OK then. Let's just assume the power will not be restored on Saturday. Plan: Board the dog at the vet and move into a hotel. No problem.
We couldn't call the vet, so we drove there. No power at the vet. The size of the issue was beginning to occur to us. We couldn't get home on the back roads because of downed trees and power lines. We turned on the radio and learned, oh! it's the entire National Capital Region. They were listing hotels with vacancies and gas stations with power, the assumption being that everything was closed unless they were on the list. There is no way we're finding a hotel that accepts dogs and has a room.
Ponder ponder ponder.
By the way, did I mention we're in a heat wave? It was 104 on Friday, 98 yesterday, 94-97 expected today. I hate hot weather and I know I'm quite a wuss about it, but 104 is fucking hot. It's so humid you can actually smell it. That's right. Humidity has an actual not-unpleasant odor. Kind of green and sweet.
We slept at home Friday night. Once the storms passed, there was some cooler air behind it and it was reasonably comfortable, although I had to sleep without my medical device, which meant I slept in 45 second increments for about 3 hours. Our first thought was to check for outage updates. There was no telephone connection, either on the cell or the land line. There was no internet because I used up the battery powering one of my medical devices. OK then. Let's just assume the power will not be restored on Saturday. Plan: Board the dog at the vet and move into a hotel. No problem.
We couldn't call the vet, so we drove there. No power at the vet. The size of the issue was beginning to occur to us. We couldn't get home on the back roads because of downed trees and power lines. We turned on the radio and learned, oh! it's the entire National Capital Region. They were listing hotels with vacancies and gas stations with power, the assumption being that everything was closed unless they were on the list. There is no way we're finding a hotel that accepts dogs and has a room.
Ponder ponder ponder.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
RAGE!
I was once all psyched because I had tickets to see Juventus play DC United on July 28. At RFK. OK, so RFK is the hole-iest of holes and (shaped like a toilet, smells like a toilet) most of my favorite players were probably not going to be there. And it would probably end up being the hottest day of the year and I'd have to take the metro and be forced to have my sweaty, stinky body pressed up against the sweaty, stinky bodies of other people (ew). I'd probably get a heat headache and end up dehydrated for three days, but I had tickets to see Juventus and all of that was going to be worth it. But they fucking canceled. Those fuckers!
So I'm pissed about that and I'm suffering in a heat wave. It's hot and I'm in another one of my depressive episodes so all I want to do is stay in bed and slam carbs into my piehole, which is the best possible way to stay in an episode for the rest of my life. Luckily for me, my brother is coming for a visit, so I'll be forced to get out of bed every day this weekend. I don't know what I'm going to feed him, and I have shopping and cleaning to do, but tonight I'm watching football, so fuck it.
So I'm pissed about that and I'm suffering in a heat wave. It's hot and I'm in another one of my depressive episodes so all I want to do is stay in bed and slam carbs into my piehole, which is the best possible way to stay in an episode for the rest of my life. Luckily for me, my brother is coming for a visit, so I'll be forced to get out of bed every day this weekend. I don't know what I'm going to feed him, and I have shopping and cleaning to do, but tonight I'm watching football, so fuck it.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Sunday, May 27, 2012
The Kirby Report
Special Sweetheart is finishing up his earthly business here with us. His bone marrow isn't making platelets, red blood cells, or white blood cells the way it's supposed to and he's down to 18 pounds. He had hamburger and ice cream for dinner tonight and he got all excited about it and then he lost his footing and couldn't get back up. He's resting next to me now, but he's clearly a little bit freaked out that his legs aren't as reliable as they were (and they were never great to begin with).
There's nothing much left to do except love him, cuddle him, ply him with non-vegan treats that we haven't had around for months (the cows will forgive me, I hope), and listen to him very carefully so we hear him when he tells us he's done. The vet says weeks or months.
For now, take a nap, little buddy. You're safe. I've got you.
There's nothing much left to do except love him, cuddle him, ply him with non-vegan treats that we haven't had around for months (the cows will forgive me, I hope), and listen to him very carefully so we hear him when he tells us he's done. The vet says weeks or months.
For now, take a nap, little buddy. You're safe. I've got you.
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Quick & Dirty News from Here
1. I come to you fresh from watching Juventus pull out a squeaker of a 2-1 win against Lazio which keeps them first in the league by one precarious point. My boyfriend Alessa got the winner at around minute 83 or so. That brute Kozak seems to have broken Leo's nose. ADP kissed Claudio. And at the end, when the tifosi were all signing the Juve song, Gio joined in. &hearts
2. Juve spams take me pretty much an entire day to put together. I just can't do them regularly and still keep my job. I miss doing them, but it can't be helped.
3. Der Kirbenhund has a new trick. Every day, he comes up with something new to give us all a heart attack. Yesterday, it was a runny pile of poop surrounded by a lake of mucous and bright red blood. Today, it was about five minutes when he decided he was unable to stand up. So we get all frightened and worked up and then everything goes back to normal as if nothing happened. It's freaky.
4. In connection with #3, I'm sure I told you all before that when I walk into the regular vet, it's like Norm walking into Cheers. We have now reached the point where it's the same thing at the specialty vet. *sigh*
5. In connection with #3&4, Kirby is no longer on chemo. His platelet count is so low (below 8,000 when 200-500,000 is normal) that it isn't safe. There is very little that can be done about this. It's possible he has a tick-borne infection that can be treated, but if it isn't that, then we are pretty much at the end of the medical merry-go-round.
Aside from the five minutes a day when he has us completely scared out of our wits, Kirby is not acting sick at all. He doesn't seem to be in any discomfort, and he's happy and affectionate like always. That's the important part. Truly, I'm almost glad that there aren't really any medical options left to pursue. It would suit me fine if he were to stay around forever, of course, but we are way past the point when it makes a difference if we understand what's going on. If his platelet counts can't be raised, then does it really matter what the cause is? And if it doesn't matter what the cause it, then why should we be extracting bone marrow samples and doing more ultrasounds? He has been a medical mystery since the beginning when he started coughing up chunks of plastic; bloody diarrhea for no apparent reason is just another bit of unexplainable Kirby-ness that makes him my Special Sweetheart. It's time to enjoy the time he has left while he still feels good and can still be a dog and do dog things.
6. I've tried going vegan again. So far, about two weeks. Oops. Except tonight, we finished off a bottle of salad dressing that has dairy in it. See this one is vegan, but this one isn't. Perhaps you can see how Mr. D brought the wrong kind home. I forgot it wasn't vegan and didn't throw it away and so it accidentally made it onto the plate and into my tummy. Oh well. It's a sunk cost. Whether I remembered to throw it away or decided to finish it off can no longer have any effect on the market for animal products, so it was essentially a neutral act. This is all going pretty well. It's easier than I thought it would be, and I've discovered that there is a whole lot of vegan junk food available if you have the patience to read labels at the Fresh Fields. I've also figured out which type of soymilk makes good gelato, so we've got it covered.
Except for one thing. I listened to a podcast the other day featuring a short story, A Dog's Tale by Mark Twain. I cried for hours and stayed red-eyed and puffy for three days. Every time I looked at one of the beagles, I could imagine them being in a cage at a market in China, waiting for someone to choose them to eat for dinner. The details of what people do to animals are just too much for me.
2. Juve spams take me pretty much an entire day to put together. I just can't do them regularly and still keep my job. I miss doing them, but it can't be helped.
3. Der Kirbenhund has a new trick. Every day, he comes up with something new to give us all a heart attack. Yesterday, it was a runny pile of poop surrounded by a lake of mucous and bright red blood. Today, it was about five minutes when he decided he was unable to stand up. So we get all frightened and worked up and then everything goes back to normal as if nothing happened. It's freaky.
4. In connection with #3, I'm sure I told you all before that when I walk into the regular vet, it's like Norm walking into Cheers. We have now reached the point where it's the same thing at the specialty vet. *sigh*
5. In connection with #3&4, Kirby is no longer on chemo. His platelet count is so low (below 8,000 when 200-500,000 is normal) that it isn't safe. There is very little that can be done about this. It's possible he has a tick-borne infection that can be treated, but if it isn't that, then we are pretty much at the end of the medical merry-go-round.
Aside from the five minutes a day when he has us completely scared out of our wits, Kirby is not acting sick at all. He doesn't seem to be in any discomfort, and he's happy and affectionate like always. That's the important part. Truly, I'm almost glad that there aren't really any medical options left to pursue. It would suit me fine if he were to stay around forever, of course, but we are way past the point when it makes a difference if we understand what's going on. If his platelet counts can't be raised, then does it really matter what the cause is? And if it doesn't matter what the cause it, then why should we be extracting bone marrow samples and doing more ultrasounds? He has been a medical mystery since the beginning when he started coughing up chunks of plastic; bloody diarrhea for no apparent reason is just another bit of unexplainable Kirby-ness that makes him my Special Sweetheart. It's time to enjoy the time he has left while he still feels good and can still be a dog and do dog things.
6. I've tried going vegan again. So far, about two weeks. Oops. Except tonight, we finished off a bottle of salad dressing that has dairy in it. See this one is vegan, but this one isn't. Perhaps you can see how Mr. D brought the wrong kind home. I forgot it wasn't vegan and didn't throw it away and so it accidentally made it onto the plate and into my tummy. Oh well. It's a sunk cost. Whether I remembered to throw it away or decided to finish it off can no longer have any effect on the market for animal products, so it was essentially a neutral act. This is all going pretty well. It's easier than I thought it would be, and I've discovered that there is a whole lot of vegan junk food available if you have the patience to read labels at the Fresh Fields. I've also figured out which type of soymilk makes good gelato, so we've got it covered.
Except for one thing. I listened to a podcast the other day featuring a short story, A Dog's Tale by Mark Twain. I cried for hours and stayed red-eyed and puffy for three days. Every time I looked at one of the beagles, I could imagine them being in a cage at a market in China, waiting for someone to choose them to eat for dinner. The details of what people do to animals are just too much for me.
Monday, April 2, 2012
Lost footage recovered
I discovered a whole bunch of podcasts on iTunes and I was messing around when what should appear but some old beagle videos I took a few years ago that I thought were lost. How they ended up on iTunes I'll never know. Anyway, this one shows my boys before they went all white in the face and back before Kirby's illnesses, back when he was sleek and fat. I'm glad I found this. As he beautiful as he is now, it's good to have something to remember how he looked then. And Tiki was way squirmy.
Enjoy.
EDIT: If it isn't working for you, follow this link.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Not cool then, not cool now
Ah, the 80s. Ground zero, if you're a Gen-Xer, for crappy music that sometimes maybe holds a sort of nostalgic appeal. Will I once in a while pull out my Journey albums and pretend I can hit the high notes like Steve Perry? Sure. If "Hungry Like A Wolf" comes on the radio, will I lurch desperately for the off button? No, probably not.
However, the 80s changed music forEVAR. I blame MTV. Heart was once a bad-ass girl group that could rock out. Then they started wearing frock coats and push-up bras and big hair and making videos and they sucked. I don't care how many records they sold. I don't don't care how many of those terrible songs hit the charts. They were nothing like the hard-rocking stuff form the early days. They were vapid and TV-ready. They sucked.
I was prompted to consider this on the commute home when Dire Straits' "Walk of Life" came on. I had to change the station after the first few bars. (Luckily, there was Green Day on the other station.) Dire Straits was an awesome, awesome band back in the day. "Sultans of Swing"? Are you kidding? Then they suddenly made a huge hit album and became horribly uncool. "Money for Nothing" and "So Far Away" were crappy songs, but at least if you tried hard enough, you could hear an occasional bit of bluesy guitar. Not so much "Walk of Life" in which insipid bouncy repetitive keyboard drowned out any hint of guitar that may once have been on the original session tapes. Dire Straits is all about the guitar, people. Kill it and what's the point? This started me thinking about other bands that once were cool that became awful during the 80s and so behold:
Bands Who Killed themselves with suck in the 80s:
1. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. Before, "American Girl," "Refugee," "There goes my Girl," "The Waiting." Hell. "Stop Dragging my Heart Around" with Stevie Nicks, if you want to be generous with your definition of "Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers." After: "Freefallin'," a no. 1 hit by the way.
NB: If you listen to "American Girl" often enough, you will eventually stop immediately associating it with "Silence of the Lambs." Cos that was creepy.
2. Huey Lewis and the News. Before. "Workin' for a Living," "Do you believe in love?" Stay with me. That one is a little syrupy but it doesn't make me want to shove knitting needles into my ear canals. Then "Heart and Soul" and "I Want a New Drug" and they were slipping a bit, but still pleasing. And then "Stuck with You." O.M.G. I can't believe any self-respecting music producer let that one out into the world. Buy hey! Another no.1, so what do I know.
3. Phil Collins. Just kidding. His solo career was awful from the get-go, although "Sussudio" is a contender for All Time Nadir of Rock ad Roll. Or possibly "Groovy Kind of Love." Again though: no. 1 song. Holy shit! "Groovy Kind of Love" was no. 1 too! Who was buying records back then?
4. Fleetwood Mac. Before: Everything off Tusk, and Fleetwood Mac, and Rumors. After: "Oh Diane" started it, but "Little Lies" was positively heinous.
5. Belinda Carlisle. When she was with the Go-gos, she and her coke-addled band mates looked like the kind of people with which I'd like to put up my hair in little ponytails and go splash around in a fountain. After: She straightened her hair, dropped a lot of weight, and put out "Mad About You" and "Heaven is a Place on Earth." So the slightly naughty cool chick was writing greeting cards. Ick.
TANGENT: Good thing I keep heading off to Google to spell-check. I was calling her "Melinda."
6. Journey. They are one of my all-time faves, but I have to pretend that Escape was their last studio albums. Yeah, I know. "Open Arms" is wholly sappy, but I give it a pass. I knew it was over when they came out with Frontiers and "Faithfully." Don't get me started on Steve Perry's solo no. 1 "hit" with "Oh, Sherrie." Dude, it's 30 years later and I'm still convinced that (a) she should have worn a bra and (b) she's not a very convincing beard.
7. Hall & Oates. Before: "Sara Smile," "She's Gone." After: "Maneater." BTW: If anyone knows what the hell was going on in the video for "Method of Modern Love," please call me.
8. Van Halen. Before: "Dance the Night Away," an ass-kicking cover of "Pretty Woman," and another ass-kicking cover of "You Really Got Me." After: "Jump." QED
9. Jefferson Airplane. Before: Oh dear, where do I begin? After: they became "Starship" and gave us "We Built This City." I hope they're ashamed of themselves.
10. Cheap Trick. Before: "Surrender," "I Want You to Want Me," "Dream Police." After: "The Flame." I weep for humanity.
Special Mention: The Traveling Wilburys. You'd hope that when you put Dylan, George, Tom Petty, Roy Orbison, and Jeff Lyne together and then took Jeff Lynne out back and shot him and made the rest of them write songs together that you would get something worth listening to. You would be wrong.
However, the 80s changed music forEVAR. I blame MTV. Heart was once a bad-ass girl group that could rock out. Then they started wearing frock coats and push-up bras and big hair and making videos and they sucked. I don't care how many records they sold. I don't don't care how many of those terrible songs hit the charts. They were nothing like the hard-rocking stuff form the early days. They were vapid and TV-ready. They sucked.
I was prompted to consider this on the commute home when Dire Straits' "Walk of Life" came on. I had to change the station after the first few bars. (Luckily, there was Green Day on the other station.) Dire Straits was an awesome, awesome band back in the day. "Sultans of Swing"? Are you kidding? Then they suddenly made a huge hit album and became horribly uncool. "Money for Nothing" and "So Far Away" were crappy songs, but at least if you tried hard enough, you could hear an occasional bit of bluesy guitar. Not so much "Walk of Life" in which insipid bouncy repetitive keyboard drowned out any hint of guitar that may once have been on the original session tapes. Dire Straits is all about the guitar, people. Kill it and what's the point? This started me thinking about other bands that once were cool that became awful during the 80s and so behold:
Bands Who Killed themselves with suck in the 80s:
1. Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers. Before, "American Girl," "Refugee," "There goes my Girl," "The Waiting." Hell. "Stop Dragging my Heart Around" with Stevie Nicks, if you want to be generous with your definition of "Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers." After: "Freefallin'," a no. 1 hit by the way.
NB: If you listen to "American Girl" often enough, you will eventually stop immediately associating it with "Silence of the Lambs." Cos that was creepy.
2. Huey Lewis and the News. Before. "Workin' for a Living," "Do you believe in love?" Stay with me. That one is a little syrupy but it doesn't make me want to shove knitting needles into my ear canals. Then "Heart and Soul" and "I Want a New Drug" and they were slipping a bit, but still pleasing. And then "Stuck with You." O.M.G. I can't believe any self-respecting music producer let that one out into the world. Buy hey! Another no.1, so what do I know.
3. Phil Collins. Just kidding. His solo career was awful from the get-go, although "Sussudio" is a contender for All Time Nadir of Rock ad Roll. Or possibly "Groovy Kind of Love." Again though: no. 1 song. Holy shit! "Groovy Kind of Love" was no. 1 too! Who was buying records back then?
4. Fleetwood Mac. Before: Everything off Tusk, and Fleetwood Mac, and Rumors. After: "Oh Diane" started it, but "Little Lies" was positively heinous.
5. Belinda Carlisle. When she was with the Go-gos, she and her coke-addled band mates looked like the kind of people with which I'd like to put up my hair in little ponytails and go splash around in a fountain. After: She straightened her hair, dropped a lot of weight, and put out "Mad About You" and "Heaven is a Place on Earth." So the slightly naughty cool chick was writing greeting cards. Ick.
TANGENT: Good thing I keep heading off to Google to spell-check. I was calling her "Melinda."
6. Journey. They are one of my all-time faves, but I have to pretend that Escape was their last studio albums. Yeah, I know. "Open Arms" is wholly sappy, but I give it a pass. I knew it was over when they came out with Frontiers and "Faithfully." Don't get me started on Steve Perry's solo no. 1 "hit" with "Oh, Sherrie." Dude, it's 30 years later and I'm still convinced that (a) she should have worn a bra and (b) she's not a very convincing beard.
7. Hall & Oates. Before: "Sara Smile," "She's Gone." After: "Maneater." BTW: If anyone knows what the hell was going on in the video for "Method of Modern Love," please call me.
8. Van Halen. Before: "Dance the Night Away," an ass-kicking cover of "Pretty Woman," and another ass-kicking cover of "You Really Got Me." After: "Jump." QED
9. Jefferson Airplane. Before: Oh dear, where do I begin? After: they became "Starship" and gave us "We Built This City." I hope they're ashamed of themselves.
10. Cheap Trick. Before: "Surrender," "I Want You to Want Me," "Dream Police." After: "The Flame." I weep for humanity.
Special Mention: The Traveling Wilburys. You'd hope that when you put Dylan, George, Tom Petty, Roy Orbison, and Jeff Lyne together and then took Jeff Lynne out back and shot him and made the rest of them write songs together that you would get something worth listening to. You would be wrong.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Phone rant
In the olden days, we had a voice mail system. If you were at your phone, you could access your voice mail. If you were not at your phone, you could call your own phone number and get into your voicemail by dialing *.
Now we have a computerized system. Supposedly, your computer notifies you that you have a message and you can just click on it and listen through the computer. Not. At least not for me, as mine doesn't appear to be connected to my sound. If I am not at my phone and I want to listen to my voice mail, I need access to my work email or I'm SOL. The system emails me a voice message that I can't listen to, BUT I can email it to myself and listen to it from me personal email account through my personal hardware. Then I can just click on the damn thing and listen to it.
It took me 45 minutes to discovery this through trial and error.
We have an intranet where we can share useful information like How to Work Your Phone. I searched and searched for anything remotely resembling "So you don't know how to work your stinkin' phone," but no. If it's there, it's not findable.
Your tax dollars at work.
P.S., I'm still providing my own pens. And pencils. And erasers.
Now we have a computerized system. Supposedly, your computer notifies you that you have a message and you can just click on it and listen through the computer. Not. At least not for me, as mine doesn't appear to be connected to my sound. If I am not at my phone and I want to listen to my voice mail, I need access to my work email or I'm SOL. The system emails me a voice message that I can't listen to, BUT I can email it to myself and listen to it from me personal email account through my personal hardware. Then I can just click on the damn thing and listen to it.
It took me 45 minutes to discovery this through trial and error.
We have an intranet where we can share useful information like How to Work Your Phone. I searched and searched for anything remotely resembling "So you don't know how to work your stinkin' phone," but no. If it's there, it's not findable.
Your tax dollars at work.
P.S., I'm still providing my own pens. And pencils. And erasers.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Old Lady Post: Udinese and Siena
Originally posted on February 13, 2012
Juventus 2:1 Udinese
OK, so I can't keep that up, but the match did happen so long ago that I don't remember anything except Win! and Snow!
BUM has slowly been losing it over the past week weeks. It can't be long before he pulls one of his psycho things that he does.
Claudio's steely determination.
I love snow.
I wonder how much product it takes to keep the hairz up when it's wet outside. If it's my hair, then the answer is "there's not enough product in the universe."
Three things I like about Andrea right now: His plain shoes. His ring finger tattoo. His tanned (!) knees.
His hair stays bouncy and flowy in the snow.
Hey there, Samir.
First look at Quags's right arm disappearing up to the elbow. Then look at Gelson Fernandes's expression of surprise. I know I'm not the only one who's thinking it.
It's true. Matri was a beast and scored two.
He did his Super Secret Selebration instead of the weird surfing thing from a few weeks ago.
Ummm, Matri looks like he could be a bit happier here.
Yeah, Leo. As if you had much to do with it. And don't be late for dinner.
After that, the Zebes traveled to Parma, where their match was snowed out. It's rescheduled for Wednesday.
After that, The Zebes were home to more zebras, from Siena this time.
Juventus 0:0 Siena
Um, this was a boring and disappointing one. As usual, I remember very little. One thing I know for sure, however...
Mirketto was dire. I mean seriously bad. Conte left him on the pitch for far too long.
When Conte finally subbed in Borriello, he was tragic as well.
So Marco tried to make up for his fail by baiting the ref. Despite his insanely tender years, Mr. Peruzzo didn't bite.
While taller strikers were on the pitch exploring the limits of Suck (hint: Suck has no limits), my boyfriend spent the match, as usual, in the stands.
Lichtsteiner is starting to come unglued.
Paolino is starting to get his form back, which is bad news for Bonucci.
This guy, whoever the fuck he is, had the match of his life. *sigh* Unknown keepers from second-rate teams are not supposed to be able to stop the mighty Zebes.
The refereeing was bad, but I don't remember exactly what he did wrong.
Gigi gave the ref a little talking-to after the match. For some reason, I think the reffing was bad all over that weekend, but I've blocked it all out now.
By the way, how cold is it in northern Italy?
it's so cold in northern Italy that Keyser Giorgio, Giorgio of the Jungle, our sweet Gio, is training in tights like a pussy.
Milos is still here, in case you were wondering.
El Pelado is hanging with the cool kids, of which he is certainly one. Meanwhile, Vidal has started brooding about how he thought he was the cute brown one. To which I say, Aw honey, you're very cute. And here's the part I don't say: But Martin is smokin' hot. Mamma Mia!
(Oh dear. I'm watching a replay of Inter-Novara and Caracciolo has just scored. Martha must be spitting nails. *pats her*)
So that's it for the other zebra-stripey squads. Perhaps now we can get back to kit selections that makes sense.
A long, long time ago, in a place far, far away from Bunny's house, there were two tribes of zebras who met in battle on a wet, snowy day to decide which zebras were the most awesome. What actually happened on that day has now passed into legend as there is no one left who is alive to remember. However, there is some mention in church records that the battle was won by the Zebras of the West and that they were led by a strange Matri!beast with flowing brown hair and a strange star on his chest.
Historians, however, have recently discovered some strange etchings on a ruin in an abandoned town in southwest Lombardia. After carefully removing millennia of dirt and grime, they have uncovered a single, crucial word that gives the etchings meaning: Matri. It is widely accepted among academics that this important finding is indeed a contemporaneous record of the largely forgotten battle between zebra and zebra. For the first time ever, copies of the mysterious images have been made available for public viewing.
Historians, however, have recently discovered some strange etchings on a ruin in an abandoned town in southwest Lombardia. After carefully removing millennia of dirt and grime, they have uncovered a single, crucial word that gives the etchings meaning: Matri. It is widely accepted among academics that this important finding is indeed a contemporaneous record of the largely forgotten battle between zebra and zebra. For the first time ever, copies of the mysterious images have been made available for public viewing.
Juventus 2:1 Udinese
OK, so I can't keep that up, but the match did happen so long ago that I don't remember anything except Win! and Snow!
BUM has slowly been losing it over the past week weeks. It can't be long before he pulls one of his psycho things that he does.
Claudio's steely determination.
I love snow.
I wonder how much product it takes to keep the hairz up when it's wet outside. If it's my hair, then the answer is "there's not enough product in the universe."
Three things I like about Andrea right now: His plain shoes. His ring finger tattoo. His tanned (!) knees.
His hair stays bouncy and flowy in the snow.
Hey there, Samir.
First look at Quags's right arm disappearing up to the elbow. Then look at Gelson Fernandes's expression of surprise. I know I'm not the only one who's thinking it.
It's true. Matri was a beast and scored two.
He did his Super Secret Selebration instead of the weird surfing thing from a few weeks ago.
Ummm, Matri looks like he could be a bit happier here.
Yeah, Leo. As if you had much to do with it. And don't be late for dinner.
After that, the Zebes traveled to Parma, where their match was snowed out. It's rescheduled for Wednesday.
After that, The Zebes were home to more zebras, from Siena this time.
Juventus 0:0 Siena
Um, this was a boring and disappointing one. As usual, I remember very little. One thing I know for sure, however...
Mirketto was dire. I mean seriously bad. Conte left him on the pitch for far too long.
When Conte finally subbed in Borriello, he was tragic as well.
So Marco tried to make up for his fail by baiting the ref. Despite his insanely tender years, Mr. Peruzzo didn't bite.
While taller strikers were on the pitch exploring the limits of Suck (hint: Suck has no limits), my boyfriend spent the match, as usual, in the stands.
Lichtsteiner is starting to come unglued.
Paolino is starting to get his form back, which is bad news for Bonucci.
This guy, whoever the fuck he is, had the match of his life. *sigh* Unknown keepers from second-rate teams are not supposed to be able to stop the mighty Zebes.
The refereeing was bad, but I don't remember exactly what he did wrong.
Gigi gave the ref a little talking-to after the match. For some reason, I think the reffing was bad all over that weekend, but I've blocked it all out now.
By the way, how cold is it in northern Italy?
it's so cold in northern Italy that Keyser Giorgio, Giorgio of the Jungle, our sweet Gio, is training in tights like a pussy.
Milos is still here, in case you were wondering.
El Pelado is hanging with the cool kids, of which he is certainly one. Meanwhile, Vidal has started brooding about how he thought he was the cute brown one. To which I say, Aw honey, you're very cute. And here's the part I don't say: But Martin is smokin' hot. Mamma Mia!
(Oh dear. I'm watching a replay of Inter-Novara and Caracciolo has just scored. Martha must be spitting nails. *pats her*)
So that's it for the other zebra-stripey squads. Perhaps now we can get back to kit selections that makes sense.
Old Lady Post: Coppa coppa Cáceres
Originally posted on February 4, 2012
Of course he would. Conte plays to win every effing match. It's the only way to maintain the proper grinta.
Before we dive in, let's consider this photo:
If it's January 2010, I think we all look at the smirk and the wink and think eeewwwwww. But this is 2012, and we all love him now, and his creepy facial expressions are no longer all that upsetting. Go figure.
JUVENTUS 3:0 ROMA
Come with me if you will to January 24, to the Coppa match against scary A.S. Roma. The Giallorossi had just come off a 5-1 pounding of lowly Cesena whereas the Zebes were worried that their non-losing streak might come to an end. Some of us hoped that we might see some lost boys in the line-up, given that it was a Coppa match. However, Bunny favorites Vincenzo and the Green-Eyed Gorilla of Love were nowhere to be seen in any of the photos of the January training sessions, so it looked unlikely that either would appear. Would Conte play to win?
Of course he would. Conte plays to win every effing match. It's the only way to maintain the proper grinta.
Before we dive in, let's consider this photo:
If it's January 2010, I think we all look at the smirk and the wink and think eeewwwwww. But this is 2012, and we all love him now, and his creepy facial expressions are no longer all that upsetting. Go figure.
Old Lady Post: Sardines, La Dea, e la Neve
Originally posted on February 3, 2012
So this week, Dirtbunny went on a full-blown football blackout to avoid finding out the results of the Parma match before I could see it for myself, only to discover after three days that the match was snowed out. I deprived myself of footie for nothing. I deprived myself of last-minute mercato drama for nothing. Poop.
So now I'm grumpy, and grumpy is the only way to look back at the crap-fest that was the Cagliari match last month.
But first, Mirko "trains" in the snow. Looks like he learned his training methods from Seb Frey.
So this week, Dirtbunny went on a full-blown football blackout to avoid finding out the results of the Parma match before I could see it for myself, only to discover after three days that the match was snowed out. I deprived myself of footie for nothing. I deprived myself of last-minute mercato drama for nothing. Poop.
So now I'm grumpy, and grumpy is the only way to look back at the crap-fest that was the Cagliari match last month.
But first, Mirko "trains" in the snow. Looks like he learned his training methods from Seb Frey.
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Eat, Beagle, Eat!
Breakfast:
- Bread chunks soaked in milk? No
- Dog food? Hell no.
2pm when Bunny Gets Home:
- Bread chunks soaked in milk? Yes, please.
- Banana? Um, okaaay, I guess.
- Tuna salad that fell out of Bunny's sandwich? Yes, oh God yes!
- Teeny chunk of cheese? Meh.
Suppertime:
- Dog food in the dog dish? No way.
- Cucumber chunks from the salad Bunny is making? Yum.
- Dog food from Mr. D's hand? Mmmmmmaybe, but only a little.
- Bell pepper chunks from the salad Bunny is making? Chew chew, spit it out.
- Lettuce from the salad Bunny is making? Lettuce! AWESOME! Chew chew. Wait. I hate lettuce. Why do you keep giving me lettuce? Spit it out.
- Broccoli bits off Bunny's plate? Yum.
- Bits of ham off Bunny's plate? Yum.
- Cooked carrots from the special supper plate of people food Bunny made just for beagles? Yay! Yum.
- Bits of ham from the special supper plate of people food Bunny made just for beagles? Ecstasy!
- Cooked carrots from the special supper plate of people food Bunny made just for beagles offered after the beagle realizes that there is ham? Ptooey. Where's the ham?
- Broccoli bits from the special supper plate of people food Bunny made just for beagles offered after the beagle realizes that there is ham? Sniff, sniff. That is NOT ham. *rejects*
- Bits of ham from the special supper plate of people food Bunny made just for beagles? *Snoopy dance*
- Cold boiled potato from the special supper plate of people food Bunny made just for beagles offered after the beagle realizes that there is ham? BRING ME THE HAM, WOMAN!
- Cucumber chunks offered after the ham is gone? bleck
- Cold boiled potato mixed with a little milk and the scrapings of ham bits from the serving platter? Yes, but I'm leaving behind the bits of potato that are still solid.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Old Lady Post: Lost Boys in the Middle East
Originally posted on January 12, 2012
Um, yeah. So it turns out that there is such a thing a a post that's too large. I was surprised to discover this given some of the monstrously oversized Inter posts we have seen in past days, but there it is. That means the end of the last post now gets to be its own post.
OK, then, let's get in the way-back machine and head back to December. Let's join the boys in training, shall we?
I was going to say that maybe I can back off Defcom Golf because I could look at Pepe without wanting to punch him, but now I see that he's twiddling his facial hair like a cartoon villain. Safety first. We remain at Defcom Golf.
OK, then, let's get in the way-back machine and head back to December. Let's join the boys in training, shall we?
I was going to say that maybe I can back off Defcom Golf because I could look at Pepe without wanting to punch him, but now I see that he's twiddling his facial hair like a cartoon villain. Safety first. We remain at Defcom Golf.
Old Lady Post: Lecce
Originally posted on January 12, 2012
So I'm sure you all know by now that the suits brought in another striker.
I wish I could get on board with this, but I keep circling back to the thought that it is well and truly over for Loooca and Vincenzo now. We all love football, but we come to this comm because we all have at least some non-football reasons for loving football. Urge to love Borriello at war with urge to keep Loooca and Vince. All this conflict is going to make my head explode.
So I'm sure you all know by now that the suits brought in another striker.
I wish I could get on board with this, but I keep circling back to the thought that it is well and truly over for Loooca and Vincenzo now. We all love football, but we come to this comm because we all have at least some non-football reasons for loving football. Urge to love Borriello at war with urge to keep Loooca and Vince. All this conflict is going to make my head explode.
Quick Beagle Update
1. Lest anyone think Tiki has been forgotten, I'll have you know that I felt his beady eyes on the back of my neck a while ago. He was standing in a sunny spot on the floor, just north of a comfy dog bed that was NOT in the sun spot. He used his Beagle Mind Powers to get me to get up and check on him and then move the dog bed into the sun for him, where he is currently all hunkered down and napping happily.
2. Kirby started chemo on Monday. Once every two weeks for about 5 months. We expect he's got about 9-10 months. He's refusing to eat dog food, but he was quite pleased with the chicken and rice I cooked for him last night. No thanks on the sweet potatoes, which he's liked before. He hasn't lost his appetite, he's just being a pain in the ass. He probably overheard the oncologist telling us to feed him whatever he'll eat that won't blow out his gall bladder (that means an all ice-cream diet plan is out), and he's going to hold out for better fare. Willful creature. *sigh*
2. Kirby started chemo on Monday. Once every two weeks for about 5 months. We expect he's got about 9-10 months. He's refusing to eat dog food, but he was quite pleased with the chicken and rice I cooked for him last night. No thanks on the sweet potatoes, which he's liked before. He hasn't lost his appetite, he's just being a pain in the ass. He probably overheard the oncologist telling us to feed him whatever he'll eat that won't blow out his gall bladder (that means an all ice-cream diet plan is out), and he's going to hold out for better fare. Willful creature. *sigh*
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
In Which Dirtbunny's Principles Turn Out to Be Fairly Bendy
Originally posted on December 15, 2012
1. It's no secret: I have diabetes and I am on insulin. I have some that I carry back and forth to work, but I keep it in a mini-fridge under my desk and sometimes I forget to bring it home. Like yesterday.
2. Missing a shot or two is not always a big deal, but sometimes it can make me feel really sick.
3. When I realized I had forgotten to bring it home last night at about 8pm, Mr. D offered to drive me into the city to retrieve it. I wanted desperately to go to sleep, so I took a pass and decided to wait it out.
4. At midnight, I woke up burning up, agitated, twitchy, trembly, and freaked out by nightmares. I have miscalculated. The missed injections have made me sick. I have to go in to retrieve the insulin. No problem. I'll just do it.
5. Problem. Mr. D is still up and he offers to drive me in. I should turn him down, but I don't. He drives me in. He tells me gently that he's irked that we didn't take care of this 4 hours earlier when he offered before. He's right, of course.
6. The whole transaction takes about 45 minutes and all is well.
7. This morning, I'm feeling appreciative, so I offer to make Mr. D whatever he wants for dinner.
8. I should have seen this coming. He wants meatballs and rigatoni, his absolute favorite.
9. I've been experimenting with veganism this fall. I haven't cooked meat in months (except to make Kirby dinner, but that's another drama.) After beating myself up for a while, I decided to give up on being a vegan until after the holidays. I'm a pretty serious cook. I can adapt to no eggs and no meat, but dairy butter plays a big part in baking. Especially holiday baking, in which I might go through 7-8 pounds of butter making breads and sweets. I did not adjust to non-dairy butter in time to forgo dairy butter, but I can try again later when traditional butter/sugar bombs are less of an obsession.
10. Despite the vegan thing, and lately, the vegetarian thing, I turn out to have no misgivings at all about making meatballs. Ground mix with beef, pork, and veal? No problem.
11. However, while at the market, I read all the labels on the granola, and I buy the one that's vegan. The only thing that keeps granola from being vegan is honey and I'm not convinced so far that exploiting honeybees is the moral equivalent of exploiting cows.
12. I come home with about 4 pounds of fresh ricotta, because they haven't had any for a while and now I can make a cheesecake, lots of parmesan, butter, eggs, cream, Ghirardelli products that contain milk solids, gelatin (which I haven't bought in years because the thought of where it comes from disgusts me so much), a pound and a half of mascarpone, a mini-ham, ice cream, and a bunch of different holiday candy things that contain God-knows-what. And other stuff too. But, and this is important, I bought vegan granola.
Veal? Yes. Gelatin? Absolutely. Something like 8 pounds of cheese? You better believe it.
But vegan granola.
1. It's no secret: I have diabetes and I am on insulin. I have some that I carry back and forth to work, but I keep it in a mini-fridge under my desk and sometimes I forget to bring it home. Like yesterday.
2. Missing a shot or two is not always a big deal, but sometimes it can make me feel really sick.
3. When I realized I had forgotten to bring it home last night at about 8pm, Mr. D offered to drive me into the city to retrieve it. I wanted desperately to go to sleep, so I took a pass and decided to wait it out.
4. At midnight, I woke up burning up, agitated, twitchy, trembly, and freaked out by nightmares. I have miscalculated. The missed injections have made me sick. I have to go in to retrieve the insulin. No problem. I'll just do it.
5. Problem. Mr. D is still up and he offers to drive me in. I should turn him down, but I don't. He drives me in. He tells me gently that he's irked that we didn't take care of this 4 hours earlier when he offered before. He's right, of course.
6. The whole transaction takes about 45 minutes and all is well.
7. This morning, I'm feeling appreciative, so I offer to make Mr. D whatever he wants for dinner.
8. I should have seen this coming. He wants meatballs and rigatoni, his absolute favorite.
9. I've been experimenting with veganism this fall. I haven't cooked meat in months (except to make Kirby dinner, but that's another drama.) After beating myself up for a while, I decided to give up on being a vegan until after the holidays. I'm a pretty serious cook. I can adapt to no eggs and no meat, but dairy butter plays a big part in baking. Especially holiday baking, in which I might go through 7-8 pounds of butter making breads and sweets. I did not adjust to non-dairy butter in time to forgo dairy butter, but I can try again later when traditional butter/sugar bombs are less of an obsession.
10. Despite the vegan thing, and lately, the vegetarian thing, I turn out to have no misgivings at all about making meatballs. Ground mix with beef, pork, and veal? No problem.
11. However, while at the market, I read all the labels on the granola, and I buy the one that's vegan. The only thing that keeps granola from being vegan is honey and I'm not convinced so far that exploiting honeybees is the moral equivalent of exploiting cows.
12. I come home with about 4 pounds of fresh ricotta, because they haven't had any for a while and now I can make a cheesecake, lots of parmesan, butter, eggs, cream, Ghirardelli products that contain milk solids, gelatin (which I haven't bought in years because the thought of where it comes from disgusts me so much), a pound and a half of mascarpone, a mini-ham, ice cream, and a bunch of different holiday candy things that contain God-knows-what. And other stuff too. But, and this is important, I bought vegan granola.
Veal? Yes. Gelatin? Absolutely. Something like 8 pounds of cheese? You better believe it.
But vegan granola.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Old Lady Post: Not Losing in December
Il Mister is grateful that his hair plugs turned out well.
We're slowly getting caught up here. Here are the salient facts: The Zebes have yet to lose, they got an ugly win against Lecce yesterday, and they haven't offloaded Amauri yet. Before I get to any of that, though, I hope your enjoy another "best of"-style half-assed Tardy!spam recapping the last three matches of December.
Sunday, January 22, 2012
A Day of Dirtbunny
Originally posted on January 10, 2012
5:45 am: Alarm goes off. Hit snooze.
5:52 am: Alarm goes off. Hit snooze
5:59 am: Alarm goes off. OK, OK, I'm up. Go get Mac to see if anyone commented on yesterday's post. No. Look for transfer news, read a little real world news, decide Newt Gingrich is still a dick. Mr. D comes in with my coffee, then he gets in bed and starts snoring. Drink coffee. Play one sudoku. Decide not to play another because I'm about five minutes behind and I don't want to aggravate the beast within Mr. D.
Get in shower. Contemplate speeding things up by not conditioning hair, but opt in favor of conditioner. This turns out to be a wise decision.
Brush teeth. Examine eyebrow. Whereis are my tweezers? Mr. D has borrowed it to remove glass shards from the washing machine (don't ask) because he forgets we have needle-nose pliers for that. Summing up: he borrows it/them for an illicit purpose and then he doesn't return it/them. Wash it/them carefully with alcohol and tend to eyebrow.
Start getting dressed. What am I going to wear? Put yesterday's dirty stuff in hamper. What am I going to wear? Can't put on pants until I've put lotion on my legs, and shouldn't really do that without doing my feet as well, and if I'm going to do my feet, which I really must, I'll want to put socks on immediately, so need to choose some socks before I can start any of this. Before I can choose socks, I need to know what else I am going to wear so I can, you know, match, sort of.
5:45 am: Alarm goes off. Hit snooze.
5:52 am: Alarm goes off. Hit snooze
5:59 am: Alarm goes off. OK, OK, I'm up. Go get Mac to see if anyone commented on yesterday's post. No. Look for transfer news, read a little real world news, decide Newt Gingrich is still a dick. Mr. D comes in with my coffee, then he gets in bed and starts snoring. Drink coffee. Play one sudoku. Decide not to play another because I'm about five minutes behind and I don't want to aggravate the beast within Mr. D.
Get in shower. Contemplate speeding things up by not conditioning hair, but opt in favor of conditioner. This turns out to be a wise decision.
Brush teeth. Examine eyebrow. Where
Start getting dressed. What am I going to wear? Put yesterday's dirty stuff in hamper. What am I going to wear? Can't put on pants until I've put lotion on my legs, and shouldn't really do that without doing my feet as well, and if I'm going to do my feet, which I really must, I'll want to put socks on immediately, so need to choose some socks before I can start any of this. Before I can choose socks, I need to know what else I am going to wear so I can, you know, match, sort of.
What Dirtbunny has been obsessing about this week
ISSUE NUMBER ONE: SPECIAL SWEETHEART
Hey! That's the same color nail polish that I have on now! OMG. I haven't gotten my nails done since before Christmas. *sends Mr. D out to clear an ice-free path to the car.*
Friday, January 13, 2012
Old Lady Post: Seahorses and Napolitani
Originally posted on December 31, 2011
To pick up where we left off, it was time finally to visit the San Paolo. Giornata 11 had been postponed because Tio Aurelio is soooooo afraid of the mighty mighty zebras that he conspired with God to make it rain so the match could not be played on November 6. Or something like that. I didn't pay much attention to the silly theories. I don't read the Napoli press, but I imagine they were saying similar things about Agnelli and his evil minions. Napoli is having an odd season. They're performing
wonderfully in Europe but underachieving in league play.
On the other hand, Juventus was unbeaten and that surely cannot last. They have to crash at some point and the San Paolo is kind of a scary place to play, so it seemed likely that this would be a nail-biter. And it was.
To pick up where we left off, it was time finally to visit the San Paolo. Giornata 11 had been postponed because Tio Aurelio is soooooo afraid of the mighty mighty zebras that he conspired with God to make it rain so the match could not be played on November 6. Or something like that. I didn't pay much attention to the silly theories. I don't read the Napoli press, but I imagine they were saying similar things about Agnelli and his evil minions. Napoli is having an odd season. They're performing
wonderfully in Europe but underachieving in league play.
On the other hand, Juventus was unbeaten and that surely cannot last. They have to crash at some point and the San Paolo is kind of a scary place to play, so it seemed likely that this would be a nail-biter. And it was.
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Old Lady Post: Pinks and Laziale
Originally posted on December 30, 2011
Gee. I wonder what the 29s are for? *smirk*
I have to wonder how many of you are still out there. Spams have been slow in coming, I know, but I thought maybe I'd finish the year with some make-up spams and see if I can bring everyone up to date before the winter mercato starts bringing us actual facts instead of crazy rumors.
Gee. I wonder what the 29s are for? *smirk*
I have to wonder how many of you are still out there. Spams have been slow in coming, I know, but I thought maybe I'd finish the year with some make-up spams and see if I can bring everyone up to date before the winter mercato starts bringing us actual facts instead of crazy rumors.
Monday, January 9, 2012
Buon Natale da Juve
Originally posted on December 20, 2011
As Martha and Inter have so aptly demonstrated, football suits of all varieties, through their evil PR minions, will never tire of forcing their players to sacrifice whatever tiny amount of dignity they might have by doing stupid things that may or may not help sell more t-shirts. Juventus is no exception. Here is their Christmas message, in two parts.
Now before you click, think about what you are about to see. There will be some awkwardness, obviously. Some bad singing, natch. Some people who are just so damn happy to be allowed to represent for the zebes in public that they are about to burst. Some people who clearly have contracts exempting the from this sort of shit. Some language-impaired people. Some disturbingly enthusiastic people. Some grumpusses. And one super-classy guy who perfectly finds the sweet spot where he can be a good sport without being a tool.
I'm sure you won't be surprised by who turns out to be the biggest goober.
No! I WON'T do an lj-cut!
&hearts to one and all
P.S. There are renewed rumors about Martin Caceres coming back. It's probably bullshit, but maybe it could happen if we all ask Santa.
P.P.S. Every time I play the one with Mirko, my beagle Tiki growls.
As Martha and Inter have so aptly demonstrated, football suits of all varieties, through their evil PR minions, will never tire of forcing their players to sacrifice whatever tiny amount of dignity they might have by doing stupid things that may or may not help sell more t-shirts. Juventus is no exception. Here is their Christmas message, in two parts.
Now before you click, think about what you are about to see. There will be some awkwardness, obviously. Some bad singing, natch. Some people who are just so damn happy to be allowed to represent for the zebes in public that they are about to burst. Some people who clearly have contracts exempting the from this sort of shit. Some language-impaired people. Some disturbingly enthusiastic people. Some grumpusses. And one super-classy guy who perfectly finds the sweet spot where he can be a good sport without being a tool.
I'm sure you won't be surprised by who turns out to be the biggest goober.
No! I WON'T do an lj-cut!
&hearts to one and all
P.S. There are renewed rumors about Martin Caceres coming back. It's probably bullshit, but maybe it could happen if we all ask Santa.
P.P.S. Every time I play the one with Mirko, my beagle Tiki growls.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Claudio Marchisio: Your Tuesday Afternoon Snack
Originally posted on November 22, 2011
Pathetic, I know, but if I put the big photo above the cut, the mods will spank me for ruining the format or whatever.
You're welcome, my dears. Now no one tell me how Napoli did against City until 9pm EST.
Pathetic, I know, but if I put the big photo above the cut, the mods will spank me for ruining the format or whatever.
You're welcome, my dears. Now no one tell me how Napoli did against City until 9pm EST.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Old Lady Post: Interspam--Still Gloating
Originally posted on November 7, 2011
Inter 1:2 Juventus
You all know by now that Sunday's match against Napoli was rained out and has purportedly been rescheduled for December 14. Thus, no Napspam and also a de facto extension of time for Dirtbunny to post an Inter spam. Lucky lucky me!
WOOT! WE BEAT INTER!
Let's not even bother with the whole "Inter isn't really Inter right now bit." I'd rather beat Inter when Inter is at the top of their form, but matches happen when they happen and right now, Inter is what it is and Juventus beat them. At the San Siro. Maybe it can't last. Surely the other shoe will drop soon enough. For now, though, Juventus is still unbeaten in Serie A.
Holy crap. Even Milos looks half-decent in a suit, if you disregard the hair.
Inter 1:2 Juventus
You all know by now that Sunday's match against Napoli was rained out and has purportedly been rescheduled for December 14. Thus, no Napspam and also a de facto extension of time for Dirtbunny to post an Inter spam. Lucky lucky me!
WOOT! WE BEAT INTER!
Let's not even bother with the whole "Inter isn't really Inter right now bit." I'd rather beat Inter when Inter is at the top of their form, but matches happen when they happen and right now, Inter is what it is and Juventus beat them. At the San Siro. Maybe it can't last. Surely the other shoe will drop soon enough. For now, though, Juventus is still unbeaten in Serie A.
Holy crap. Even Milos looks half-decent in a suit, if you disregard the hair.
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Old Lady Post: Alespam
Originally published on October 28, 2011
Juventus 2 : 2 Genoa
Juventus 2 : 1 Fiorentina
Four days, two matches, four points. Not so bad, and it gives the worldwide Juventini contingent something else to think about. It's still not OK, OK? Life, however, goes on. So:
Welcome back, bb, and thanks for bringing those eyelashes with you.
Before the jump, I have something I want to say. I'm Juventina. I didn't come about it by rational decision-making. It just happened. Also, I'm a known Inter-hater, tho I hope a fairly kindly and gentle one. I didn't know I was supposed to hate Inter. I came about it naturally and honestly. Now: The Big Match is tomorrow, and the Juve fansites, all full of the Viola win and Matri magic, are talking smack. I imagine the Inter ones are too, but whyever would I go there to find out? OK, rivalries are fun and all that. However, I am not down with calling Inter "Merda." That, for me, is too much. Just please don't ask me about Chelsea, OK? /lecture
Juventus 2 : 1 Fiorentina
Four days, two matches, four points. Not so bad, and it gives the worldwide Juventini contingent something else to think about. It's still not OK, OK? Life, however, goes on. So:
Welcome back, bb, and thanks for bringing those eyelashes with you.
Before the jump, I have something I want to say. I'm Juventina. I didn't come about it by rational decision-making. It just happened. Also, I'm a known Inter-hater, tho I hope a fairly kindly and gentle one. I didn't know I was supposed to hate Inter. I came about it naturally and honestly. Now: The Big Match is tomorrow, and the Juve fansites, all full of the Viola win and Matri magic, are talking smack. I imagine the Inter ones are too, but whyever would I go there to find out? OK, rivalries are fun and all that. However, I am not down with calling Inter "Merda." That, for me, is too much. Just please don't ask me about Chelsea, OK? /lecture
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Old Lady Post: Lost Boys of Juventus
In which Simone Loria graduates from pathetic joke to Dirtbunny's Enemies List.
It has become dead obvious that Conte cares much more about
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