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Stats? Whaddaya Mean, Stats?

Tuesday, July 21st, 2015

So every year, Mr. Starr and I usually get to a couple of Blue Jays baseball games at the Rogers Center in Toronto. In fact, we were just at one game a few days ago. And I started thinking that I should get a Jays T-shirt to wear just to show my support. Yanno? I’m not really into baseball, but the Mister is, and I like seeing a couple of games because I enjoy the atmosphere and the crowd. Okay, I can’t lie — also the overpriced booze.

Anyway. I was thinking that I should get myself a T-shirt, but then I ran into the problem of not knowing whose name and number should be on the back of the shirt. I finally decided on a very simple criterion: I will figure out who the hottest, sexiest player is and wear his name and number on my bod. Heh. (Not shallow at all, right??)

I did some Googling of images last night, but I was having a hard time finding player profiles. I’d like to see a group picture of all the current team members, so I could pick from there, but I wasn’t having much luck. So I shall have to continue my search and see who I can come up with. We probably won’t get to another game this summer, so I have time. :)

Insanity, Continued

Sunday, November 23rd, 2008

So. Yesterday was awesome, despite a mild headache that plagued me right from waking, but that’s okay.

Today’s activities include: going to church, the Day Job’s Children’s Christmas party (which makes the Offspring giddy with excitement)… and…

A special date with Boy Einstein to mark one year of togetherness! Who’d a-thunk it?! Amazing that it’s been a whole year. Time flies when you’re having fun, don’t it? :)

*smooches*, B.E….

Must-See TV!

Sunday, October 26th, 2008

I had a brainstorm today.

You know what would make a great new reality TV show? One where they do a talent search to find new Chippendale dancers. :D

Make it like Rock Star INXS, or one of those other competition-type shows, where the contestants all have to train and go through elimination rounds each week, and viewers vote. The guys would have makeovers, intense gym sessions with a trainer, dance lessons, etc. I’d watch — wouldn’t you??

(As an aside, while searching for a reality show link to put in this entry, I discovered this. It would be so amusing if it actually happened. Rock stars throwing curling rocks?!?)

The Super-Swimmers!

Thursday, October 23rd, 2008

Just found this amusing article.

D’you think I should mention it to the brilliant Boy Einstein, or would that do unimaginable things to his ego??


Good reason to find yourself your own Geek, though. They’re highly underrated, those Geeks… Heh.

Oh, he already knows about the article, of course. I’m just teasing… :D )


Friday, August 22nd, 2008

(No, no Beatles segue here. Sorry.)

Writing: 0

Time with Boy Einstein: 1

Sometimes priorities just gotta shift. Y’know?

(Today: Word count goal of 2500. Wish me luck. *ulp*)


Friday, June 29th, 2007

Heigh-ho — Kermit the Frog, here…

Oh, wait. Wrong.

Sorry, gang. I’ve got nothing today. I should be seeing Mr. Tall this weekend, and I’ve got a zillion things to do before that. :D

So why am I here blogging?

Well, at least you’ll know why I’m not around over the next few days… Heh.

I hope all the Canucks have a wonderful Canada Day, and a Happy Fourth to the ‘Mericans!

Catch you later, gang!

Ah, Spring…

Tuesday, May 29th, 2007

What’s the old saying? In spring a young man’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love… ? Somethin’ like that?

Oh, well. Blame the meds — that’s what I’m doing. :D At least, thankfully, I am no longer in agonizing pain.

Trust me when I say this is a good thing.

Anyway. Back to the topic at hand. Although, it’s not precisely love we’re talking about here…

Springtime in Northern Canuckland is a wonderous thing to see. Folks shedding layers of clothing in a way not unlike animals and excess fur, happy to once again feel the warm sun and gentle breeze. I know I’m thrilled — and I will be even more so when I feel completely healed and human again.

Case in point: after leaving the movie theatre Saturday evening, I was driving Rella home. Amidst our detailed, critical analysis of Pirates (read: which shot of Orli was hotter) we both happened to turn our attention to the guy riding the donorcyc– I mean, motorcycle next to us, and the fact that with his arms braced on the handlebars, his biceps and triceps were flexed rather nicely.

Without missing a beat, in unison (because we occasionally share a braincell), we both said, “Nice arms.”

This was followed by the whoa broad-shouldered guy with the great pectorals wearing the snug, Under Armour-type top, and the buff, bare-chested guy (with the cool tat) walking with a dog and a little girl.

My closing comment for the evening: I love spring.

And I can’t wait for summer. :D (Lecherous? Me? Not at all… What makes you say that?? Hehehe.)

Kris’ Mini Movie Review — Cap’n Jack Is Back!

Saturday, May 26th, 2007

I received an email from a cousin right after the Pirates of the Caribbean: At World’s End premieres happened. She’d gone to see it right away. Her email to me said, in part (sorry for quoting you, babes):

“…let me be very serious here for a minute. *You *must* go and see this movie* There is this one scene, and my god - you thought Orli was hot before….wow. Stooper sexy.”

I am here to tell you one and all, Rella and I went to see the show this afternoon — and she was right on the money.

Not to give anything away, because to add more detail would give a BIG plot point away, but when you go see this film, watch for a part near the end, when Orli’s dressed in form-fitting black and maroon, with a dark headscarf. And then a scene with Orli and Keira right near the end.

Holy Mary, Mother of God. Instant temperature spike, ladies and germs. Wow. Both Rell and I were mostly speechless. I think it was almost worth the admission price for that alone. :D

Otherwise, though, the movie was very enjoyable. Be forewarned, though — it is long. To the tune of 168 minutes. And I must admit to a bit of numb-bum by the end. My rebuttal to the critics I’ve heard so far:

– yes, it is long. But I didn’t think the pacing was bad.

– there is a lot of double-, triple- and quadruple-crossing going on. And yes, it can be confusing. But it’s all about paying attention. And watching the movie again a few times (at least) to catch everything.

– and no, Hollywood is not going to be knocking on Keith Richards’ door anytime soon, but for the small part he played, he was entertaining.

I am the first to admit that I am very forgiving when it comes to movies. The most I expect for is to be entertained, and I am not highly critical of the films that I see. It’s meant to be escapist entertainment. That’s all I ask for, and that’s almost always what I get.

And frankly, despite what any critic says, the movie is still going to rake in mucho dineiro over this opening weekend and the weeks to come. Bruckheimer and Verbinski are going to laugh all the way to the bank. So just go and enjoy it. You know you want to. ;)


Wednesday, May 9th, 2007

My muse is a Grade-A beeyotch.

She doesn’t want to co-operate today, so I threatened to turn her into a male.

And because I’m attempting to SEXX0R things up today, the scenario looks like this:

Mr. Muse (unnamed, as of yet, anyway) worked out this morning, showered, then climbed into bed — artfully draped with a crisp white cotton sheet, of course. So he’s all pumped up from weightlifting, he smells yummy, and he’s nekkid.

That’s where we bring in the handcuffs.

(You think I’m kidding?)

He’s bound, hand and foot (the feet are temporary, of course. I’m not that mean.), and after a little while, he gets to be blindfolded, too. Hey, this is important. This is for a work-in-progress! Drastic measures need to be taken!

That’s my story, and I’m a-stickin’ to it.

Somehow, I’m seeing dark hair, artfully messy. Just enough stubble to look dangerous. And one of those heavy-lidded, smoky gazes.

Hm. This might just do the trick… :D

What about you? Do you have a muse? What does he/she/it look like? How do you coax and coerce, when the words just won’t… ahem… come??

PSA - Boys Only ;)

Thursday, April 19th, 2007


Are you tired of always being passed over for the boorish, obnoxious playa next to you at the bar? Is your intimate life less than satisfying? Feel like you’ve tried anything and everything to improve your social life, to no avail? Do you wish that just for once, you could get that girl of your dreams?

Well, have I got news for you! Magic has been bottled by none other than Calvin Klein, himself.

Try his new fragrance, ckIN2U, and I guarantee I, for one, would be all over you like a fat kid on a cupcake*.

Oh, my sweet mother of God. The last time I had this visceral of a reaction to a scent was years ago with Klein’s Eternity, or with Drakkar Noir. Slurpity-slurp-slurp.

Seriously. Sex in a bottle. Heh. :D

And while I’m on the topic of cologne/aftershave — boys, don’t bathe in the stuff. Just because we women like how you smell is no excuse to drown in it. In this instance, more is not better! Remember, subtlety is key, all right? The most important tip I know is you only want to smell the scent when you’re within hugging distance. (That goes for us girls, too.)

Here ends today’s boys-only PSA. Have yourselves a good one, ‘k? ;)

*Yes, I know. This is just me. I can’t speak for women everywhere, yanno.