Deep breaths. It's going to be okay.

I woke up this morning, and after eating a very nutritious breakfast of Nutella with some white bread on it I booted up my computer and checked my email only to find this message from Schadenfreude.

"I'm sure you saw they traded Carter and Richie. At least not Danny though."

I'm fairly sure the noise I made right then was at a pitch only dogs could hear.

Can't you just see him chirping the other preschoolers?

As I've now officially entered hockey withdrawal, and am trying to make up for it with shit tons of baseball (which is just not the same...sigh) I felt like I needed a post to cheer myself up.

"So, Skippy," I said, "what could you possibly post on to make yourself feel better about the lack of hockey in your life?"

See Bruins drink. Drink, Bruins! Drink!

So the Bruins (and all of Boston by extension) are celebrating pretty fucking hard right now. 

Everywhere I go I keep coming across more tales of celebration.  But there is one that has particularly tickled my fancy-- the Bruins' now infamous Foxwood's party.

No, I'm not still drunk. Really.

When I woke up on Thursday morning, my knees hurt, my palm was throbbing, I had bruises on the tops of my feet and I reeked of beer.

Life was perfect.

Puckbunny Bulletin: Body Paint Edition

So you're a female Canucks fan, and you want to show your support for the home team. You could buy a slutty, tight T-shirt that has a V-neck so low it cuts into the word "Vancouver" on the front, but hell, everyone has those. You want to be different. Original. Also, you love nudity but hate paying all those fines for indecent exposure. What's a girl to do?

11 years of Quaker school, and it's come to this

As it may have become obvious by now, I have a colossal weakness for dudes who can throw (and take) a punch, especially if they can also bury the puck. As luck would have it, this series features two players, both with the same number (FATE), who happen to fit this criteria: Milan Lucic and Ryan Kesler. Let's take a look. People who are not fond of men whaling on each other for sport (in other words, the diagnosably insane) are advised to look away.

Procrastination will be the death of me

So it's 5:30 PM on the Monday of Game 6, the Bruins might be eliminated tonight, and I have A SHIT TON that I need to post before 8PM in case the 'Nucks take it on the road in Boston, like the Mavs did last night (GTFO, LeBron!!!!). So here goes the other half of my Hottest Players in the Finals post, complete with picspam.

Participant Observation

So, you know that feeling you get when you're watching the big game and you're in a bar full of people and you're all wearing shirts for your team and getting wasted and making cracks about players and commentators and generally soaking in the whole city's energy, and everywhere you look there are more fans and you think, "Ah! My people!"?

I don't.

The ultimate question of the Finals, answered

This year's Stanley Cup Finals have raised many burning questions. Between Luongo and Thomas, who is the better goalie? Who is more psychotic, Vancouver fans or Boston fans? And, most importantly, who is the sexiest player on each team?

Fortunately, the Vancouver Sun has come to our rescue for the latter question, at least as it pertains to the Canucks. Unfortunately, they got a lot wrong. Let's investigate.

The Sun ran a poll in which Vancouverites (Vancouverers? Vancouverians?) were given the opportunity to vote on which Canuck they thought was the hottest. Let's compare their top 10 to Skippy's own personal top 10. I'll run another post on Boston later this week.

Eeeeeeeeeee! New layout!

Look at it! Look at it!  Isn't it puuuuuuuuurdy?

Massive thanks to Shaina at notenoughbbq.com, who did these cute cartoon versions of us. 

They are scary accurate, considering that the dress Skippy is wearing in the bottom banner is eerily like one she actually owns that Shaina has never seen or even heard about.  It was just apparently magically channelled through her pen.

Shaina and I are bros from way back, having been on the exec board of Wellesley's Sci-fi club together for years.  Go check out her comic Steampunk Soiree if you like Victorian robots, pretty art or awesome things in general!

To make this marginally hockey related (not that it needs to be, considering), I give you a few more koans from the Zen of Puckbunnies:

So we've learned Alex Burrows is a cannibal...

I was innocently sitting on the couch, innocently enjoying innocent Game 1 of the Stanley Cup Finals, when all of a sudden...

Dude, did Alex Burrows just bite Patrice Bergeron?