He Dekes, He Scores...

''Ohh, Corey Perry pouring it on 

like a readied mule...!!'' 

would say that old CBC broadcaster time forgot...!

The NHL season is beyond the half-mark (scheduled to take an Olympic hiatus for close to a month just about now, in fact: and, then, there will be only a month and half of, ah, ''activity'' left there before the damnable playoffs (the tournament as European players call it) begin...) and one can see the organisation trying to persuade the masses that this is, indeed, the ''coolest game on ice''...

Please watch some evidence of that, 

brought up to our attention by the powers-that-be, 

right now: 

All Rights - NHL Properties: just promoting them here! 

Now, in hockey language, to ''deke'' an opponent is to deceive him: to fake a move, say, going to the left, when the intent was to go to the right all along... And the next thing you know, the deception bears fruit and you can score a relatively easy goal on the fraction of a second that follows.  What makes Corey the Quack's score so ''spectacular'' indeed, is the mere fact that he ultimately scores it from his knees; hence, his deception was very nearly ruined and it could easily all have been for naught, as he lost his balance in the process of realizing his dastardly manoeuver there...!

Other ''gorgeous goals'' hastily (one presumes) collected for this promotional presentation flaunting the merits of the ''bruising game of chess on ice'' that hockey truly is, include a tally from behind by one Tampa Bay Lightning man Martin St-Louis...  A ''score between the legs'' by Nathan Gerbe... Boyd Gordon ''scoring from the floor''... And hated Philadelphia Flyer Claude Giroux somehow being fortunate enough to ''lodge it in the net'' while falling down all over the ice (much to the image of the Flyers' season, verily - but that's another story...)

Is that truly ''impressive'' now, folks?

If a sport can only sell its merits upon one of two things (its physical rudeness or its basic component being deception over fair play, giving way to all sorts of plain lucky sequences like those listed above) then, perhaps, it is not a true ''sport'' at all... hmm?

It unquestionably is the ''coolest thing on ice'' though - as it claims so candidly.
I mean, what are the other options for that blustering title: curling and skate dancing aren't remotely close to being serious contenders, seriously now...! The NHL can tout it high and loud: they own that niche all to themselves. However...

Back at the Cantina...

June 04, 2010 — adidas Originals invites you to join David Beckham, Daft Punk, Snoop Dogg, Franz Beckenbauer, Noel Gallagher, Ian Brown, Ciara, Jay Baruchel, DJ Neil Armstrong and some of your dear, old friends for an intergalactic 2010 FIFA World Cup™ viewing party that you'll never forget.

HA.

Forgot aaaaaaaaaall about it already!

Better luck with your next endeavor, adidas!
(Like - stay out of the antiperspirant business, too...!)


P.S. -
this was waaaay too late for the May The 4th Be With You festivities, too!
Bad timing, Adidas - real bad!
;)

Dubya's Last Dance

WHO CARES?
WHO GIVES A RAT'S ASS?
WHO GIVES A SHIT?!?

Nothing is going to "CHANGE"
just because there's a
"new administration"
behind the has-been
greatest power on the globe
leader of the "free" world
land of the used-to-be-brave...

Dubya's FINALLY GONE...
FINALLY...

So what?

The seeds of Armageddon were his to plow -
simply not to harvest...

I'm A Marvel...no, a DC... no... a PC!!!

We're giving away a PC a week! it said...
(No you're not, not anymore, LIARS!)

They do add this explanatory note though:
Thank you for your interest in the “I’m a PC” contest. The contest has closed and we are no longer accepting entries. Please visit the Microsoft Home Magazine contest page to view current and future contests.

Aww - that's just too damn bad, Microsoft!
I so wanted to add another instrument of daily frustration to my exasperated existence; another source of hair-pulling angst, since I am, after all, such a glutton for punishment here...!

 

I had the PERFECT (or should I say the Luminous) entry to propose, too:
"I AM A PC - BECAUSE I AM PATIENT AND CORDIAL.
UNDER THE WORST POSSIBLE CIRCUMSTANCES TOO - WHICH ARE ENCOUNTERED FAIRLY ROUTINELY, WHEN ONE OWNS A PC...!"

See - a surefire WINNER!

 

Alas, twas not to be.
Because the Microsoft powers-that-be
are the grinches that they are
stealing my beef - or, as it is, my PC -
this Christmas Time!

Boo-hoo
eh?

See if I care!

Photos property of Microsoft Corporation's Home Magazine.

:)

Nude = Beauty? Animal-like, is it?

La beauté nue, une expo Demarchelier à Paris

La beauté nue, une expo Demarchelier à Paris
Il a photographié toutes les stars et les top models des années 90, était le photographe officiel de Diana, rencontre avec Patrick Demarchelier dont l'oeuvre est exposée à Paris, au Petit Palais.

HA.
A dime a dozen - that is all that they are!
All these naked bimbos - once you've seen one, you've see them all!
They are all the same; so much so, you could swear cloning has been around almost as long as that Ira Levin book made it sound to have been: The Stepford Wives, remember that? Look into it!
Once a single one has bared it all, it is just as if they'd ALL done it, I tell ya! There is nothing left to see - much less anything remotely interesting in their personalities to grasp your attention beyond that...!
This goes at least double (if not a hundred-fold) for the male models some frustrated and/or frigid desperately exasperating housewives loooove to ogle either Friday evenings or on week-ends, at Chippendale's or a cheaper sleazier strip joint! But anyway - back to chicks now!
I remember hearing a pro say it so eloquently too: "once you've seen (she might have said "licked" actually - it was such a long time ago, I hardly recall now... They're not pros to LISTEN TO, y'know...!) and felt up a boob, what else is there, eh?"
Indeed!
A thousand and one nude models unravel only two thousand and two nearly identical blobs... I mean, boobies - and there's nothing to it at all, really!
Nipples are nipples - get over them!
The curves, and alleged artistic way each photog has to represent them - it is all smoke and mirrors, really! Pat Demarchelier is just a Frenchman - and as any other Frenchy, he's a natural-born voyeur, that's all! And natural-born voyeurs are made that way: they NEVER get enough! Now I am not sure what Annie's problem is - but I'd say there should be such a thing as a "lesbovoyeur" too - huh? Kim Carnes would agree...


Annie Leibovitz, la photographe des stars, exposée à Londres

Really now - are we evolved or not?

If we were made to shed our clothes all the time like that, we'd all have been born (or gotten to grow up) much hairier than we get to be, in due time...!
Besides, you gotta start making sense too, people: you either like and CRAVE the naturally-grown fur (and that clothes-shedding obsession seems to indicate that there sure is an obsession there!) or you want to get rid of every last trace of body hair GOD Has ever Given ya; either through waxing, some high-techy treatment that only estheticians comprehend - or plain ol' shaving! In the latter case, after the job is all done (duh) - YOU NEED TO KEEP THE DAMN CLOTHES ON!
Oh, but that's right - then, so many of these poor starving models (artists & models...?) would be OUT OF A JOB - because shedding their clothes and striking suggestive poses is all they can do, right?

Only the (very) few accessories used in these photo shoots can add any infinitesimal sense of class and romanticism, henceforth - indeed!

...