Oh oh oh. There’s a reason that no one is searching for Cool Ice, Cold Soda, and that is because I spelled it wrong. It is Kool Ice Kold Soda. Duh. Now that I know how to spell it, and know there is content on the interwebs, I feel so much better. Now I have [...]
I know you know who they are because I’ve been talking to them backstage
if you’re looking for me …
Five searches that rank this page #1:
stab myself in the neck
It’s the last thing that’s holding me
don’t regret of what you have done
Eleanor Gee I think youre swell anor
Can I go nowhere with you Joel Plaskett
Via SiteMeter. I’m also the top search result for “Cool Ice, Cold Soda” but that’s by default. And nobody’s looking [...]
three will love you so much
Wouldn’t it be a kick if I started calling hockey games right here (live-blogging, I think the kids call it). Well, it would be a kick for me. Anyway, the second period of the Rangers at the Bruins is just starting, and we’re up 2-1.
And which line did both of those goals come from? [...]
you care, I know, I forgot for a while
It borders on ludicrous that I am unable to write more than once a week. I mean, really. But this weekend I was tired. So so tired. Friday I went to see “Les Miserables” with my mom and Dollo. Third time for me, fourth for my mom, first for Dollo. Sadly, Fantine was terrible. Other [...]
’cause all I ever have in mind is …
Last weekend — or was it the weekend before? — Dollie accused me of being “man crazy.” Man crazy. Imagine? Just for fixating on some smiley eavesdropping dude who came into Jerry’s in a Mets hat and told us when the new Garden was built (Hey, if you’re that man, you could call me. Go [...]
yeah, no problem, Tyuts
I’m not sure what you know about “Bobby Granger’s Guide to the Rangers” (very little is my guess. If I’m wrong, let me know. We have so much to discuss!) but it is a series of short spots promoting the greatest sport’s greatest team (this is not defined with win/loss stats, clearly). Anyway, they are [...]
the alarm is set for noon
We won! We won we won we won. I loved it. Matt Cullen played 98 shifts (the scorecard doesn’t show this, but I know what I saw) and also took off his helmet and shook out his hair at one point. It looked like a new ‘do. I liked it. This also didn’t show up [...]
life is a test and I get bad marks
OK, I decided how I will know my one true love when I meet him: I will say, “Cool Ice, Cold Soda” and he will know what I am I talking about. Don’t bother looking it up online, would-be suitors. Google is no help. Someone out there knows what I mean, and probably maybe it [...]
no need for further questioning
Now Matt’s more like it. What a delight. Clearly, Matt Cullen just needed someone to talk him up. See how supportive I am? I inspire great success. Unfortunately, the post-game interview highlighted just how incredibly lovely the mighty Mr. Cullen is, and now everyone will be in love. What a bummer.
Do you think there [...]
don’t regret what you have done, regret what you’ve become
I have a new favorite song. It’s called “Gimme One More Chance” by Drug Dog. Hear it now!
There’s a lesson in this story, kids: If you want to know how to get me to pay attention to you, be from a band that doesn’t exist anymore that I still love today, (that part’s tough, I [...]
it’s the last thing that’s holding me
Oh Sloan. Their L.A. album release party is a Cobrasnake production, DJed by Steve Aoki. I find this adorable, somehow.
So do you think the U.S. release is going to have 30 completely different tracks? I’m holding on to hope.
PS: Eeeee!
dancing over coals and we’d never know
So I have this disease. It’s the Fever, but not a fever for cowbell or even Matt Cullen. It’s a real fever, and while I would normally just drown it in over-the-counter medication and liquids, I cannot, for nothing I put in my body is staying there. Which defies laws of gravity and logic, and [...]
slow down, you’re taking me over
Yes, he’s married. Yes, he has a new baby (named Brooks. How delightful is that?!) But I’m sorry, when the Brett Anderson of the NHL is on my team, I’m bound to catch some feelings. I mean, really.
you wonder why New York fans are in love with him
If you listen close, you can hear me screaming.
