josie

I actually have the final project in the class I teach based off this. It's to make a gig poster, with band name, venue and date (the due date of the project). It's their chance to just go nuts and have fun. Concert posters were a huuuuge part of why I went into illustration. Sounds like the artist for these posters got the gig through people he knew. Honestly, that is, as far as I can tell, the only way to do it. I guess I better make a few for the mostly shot in the dark hope that I'll get a chance like that. Dream job right there.

New David Bowie weirdness!

I have discovered that the Blue Jackets do beautifully illustrated game day posters. It's so cool. Can the Sabres do this? I love it. I may just start doing some myself for fun. :) http://bluejackets.nhl.com/club/page.htm?id=108269

Well, I could... but I'd have to buy a suit. Side note, I wear my NWHL shirt all the time.. it's super comfy and I'm proud to wear it. I had it on in the hospital for some pre surgery screening stuff and all the nurses were super excited about it. A couple of them figured I played (ha!) but mostly they were just excited to see support for women's sports in the wild :)

Aww you're too kind :) Unless you're not.... :lol: Oh man I'm sorry you had to go through that. As annoying and painful as my little ordeal here has been, I keep reminding myself that it could always be so much worse. It's sort of a negative mantra, but it keeps things like self pity in check. Thank you. I'll definitely be asking them questions. All the medical personnel I've seen this week have been extremely nonchalant and routine about everything, which gives me hope that it won't be too terrible. This is easily the hardest thing. I'm so used to being the strong one, this is just driving me nuts. I volunteer at the horse rescue partially for the horses but honestly largely because the little old ladies who run it simply can't accomplish a lot of the heavy lifting and tougher tasks that I can. I feel awful that I can't be there. It will get better. Thank you.

Interview with the guy who did the "hokay. so. here's the earth.." end of the world video back in 2003 that went viral. Those of you who were bored on albinoblacksheep or ebaumsworld might remember. http://mic.com/articles/128676/hokay-so-heres-the-earth-the-story-of-jason-windsors-the-end-of-the-world#.4ifEcMS9S

Ugh, dude, I'm sorry. Hopefully it's closer to 4 months recovery in either case. Forgot to mention- the head of my department told me last night that he is retiring. I'm afraid it may be the beginning of the end of the illustration program. I am very seriously considering getting my MFA and going the full professor route. He hinted heavily to me that I should do that in order to keep the program going at RIT. But I know that politics and b.s. is going to make any of that easier said than done.

I'm scheduled for surgery on Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving. They discovered that my ligaments are stretched and torn, and my bones are starting to leave their intended positions, thus I'm literally getting screwed. And plated. The broken bone isn't really even an issue. For the first time in my life, and I realize it's probably worthy of an eye roll from most people, I won't be spending Thanksgiving with my family. I simply cannot get home. No way I'm flying with pressure and my leg down. Even the short hop to Detroit. I'm lucky enough that d4rk has said he'll take care of me, even if I can't get to Buffalo to spend turkey day with his family, who've graciously opened their doors to my drugged up, crippled a$$. Also, I had no idea that a broken leg hurt this much. Holy crap, swelling. The ED put the splint on too tight and I almost lost my toes/nerves. I put that sucker down to try to crutch around and it's an incredible amount of pain. I can barely get through work and teaching without wondering if I will pass out. It's hard to get work done and I'm falling behind again, which just adds to the depression. I'm so done with this.

Kings' prospect goalie Patrik Bartosak suspended by the organization due to an allegation of domestic assault. Kings are having a lot of issues with players and criminal investigations it seems. http://www.latimes.com/sports/sportsnow/la-sp-sn-kings-patrik-bartosak-domestic-violence-charge-20151117-story.html https://twitter.com/lakingsinsider/status/667054433822339072

ugh, a random thing- since when did they not give you the time of a surgery until the day before? I've encountered this twice now. And it is really screwing things up. Which I'll kvetch about in the thread tomorrow. I need to know when I have surgery so my dad can be there and then still catch his flight home (since I can't go home for thanksgiving probably). But nope, can't tell me until the day before apparently.

I know the family d4rk's talking about... they're very public and demanding (set up kickstarters for personal finances and make you feel guilty if you do not donate) with their struggles while being very condescending and mean about other people with similar struggles. Which is just the way they are. Not how I operate, but yep. In random land... A year ago was the great Lake Erie snow cannon! I'm sure you all have super fond memories! My boss just told us a story about his father in law - they left his house despite him pleading with them to stay, got a few miles down the road and couldn't get any farther in the storm. Ended up walking to a car dealership that had its lights on and finding shelter there with a good 40 other stranded people. Like any good movie/stephen king novel/survival situation, one of the people was diabetic and in bad condition, so a group of them walked about 1.5 miles to a Target that was also open as a shelter to get food and medical supplies. Took them a good 7 hours round trip.

Just need Moulson to be Ted. Some day I will do an art of this. Someone probably already has.

I just wanted to add a thank you for creating this thread. My social media life is just fraught with emotional and anger driven arguments at the moment. Everyone who isn't walking on eggshells is throwing proverbial eggs as hard as they can at everyone else. It's a total downer. Even I have found myself in a couple arguments online. This thread is a nice break from that. Hockey is a nice break from that. And I guess to add, more to the title of the thread than anything previously written, there is literal romance in hockey for me. I was fairly clueless to hockey's existence before I got to know d4rk. I went to high school games and knew the big stories (miracle, habs domination, red wings russian five, etc) but rarely tuned in. I gave it a shot because I liked him. I discovered I loved hockey, probably before I loved him (ha, sorry darling). So, hockey's our thing. Our apartment is decorated in it. Our weekends are dominated by it. Our conversations are often fueled by it. When my leg heals, we get to play it together again. Hockey's pretty damn precious to me.

I tend to be more like you. I follow stats only enough to influence decisions in my fantasy leagues, and other than that, I enjoy getting lost in the speed of a good game. I will also add that playing hockey gives you an entirely new experience when watching it... a whole new appreciation. And that's where my nerves get set on edge and the adrenaline gets pumping. And when I start screaming at the TV. But hey, I'm an art kid, not a math kid. D4rk can tell you, I was in near ecstasy over some third jersey shoulder patch Calgary had on a couple weeks ago. More interest in that than ice times and SOG. I don't notice stats until something is going wrong. Then I use them as empirical evidence to support a theory that would help fix whatever problem. And even then it's lazily done. I go by gut feel/observation more.

118 reported dead in the Bataclan concert hall. 40 in other locations. Not counting wounded.

Eagles of Death Metal. Has a couple members of Queens of the Stone Age. It is not really heavy metal, as some places are reporting. Not like this is some church burning finnish death metal group with Varg Vikernes involved or anything. I love Paris. I studied abroad there. It changed my life. It's unreal seeing places I walked by/hung out at daily on the news like this. I've never loved a city or its people quite like Paris. I'm just absolutely in shock. Here's a live feed in english. http://www.france24.com/en/livefeed/

4 1/2 years or so. 5 in April. Pretty short time in the grand scheme of things :)

Thanks for the advice! Knee surgery certainly trumps this situation. I just got back from a trip home to Ohio this weekend to check on my friend- her husband became addicted to the same drugs they just put me on, and it has ruined their lives. I realize that's a worst case scenario, but I'm scared of the little buggers nonetheless. The pain's pretty much manageable once I actually get out of bed. I might take another pill before bed, but that's it. Just too scary for me. Would rather have a beer this weekend.

haha I know. But we were younger when that happened. I was 21. I couldn't do that anymore. It's ok. It's a bitch. Staying off the drugs as much as possible. I've missed a lot at work- a big work party, free pizza today (it's the boss's birthday), another designer already tried to take over my desk/work station... I've got crazy cabin fever. It's so annoying that "oh, I'll just hop up and grab that thing on the other side of the room" is now a ten minute ordeal. But it'll get better. The worst part is mental. Oh and my tablet is on the verge of death, so working is a slow go today too. But it's Friday, I don't have to feel too guilty for not getting a ton done. Sorry, I'm in a rotten mood. D4rk comes home tonight, so I won't be gimping alone :)

Hell yes. Feels good. I remember when d4rk and I became "official". I was laying upside down on his couch (I used to watch tv like that a lot) , we were watching a bad spaghetti western, I'd drank half his bottle of Bulleit rye. He looks over at me from the other end of the couch, goes "so, I guess you're my girlfriend?" "Yeah, if you're cool with being my boyfriend". And that was that. Ah, youth.

Datsyuk's back tonight. Whatever your opinion of Detroit, Datsyuk's a lot of fun to watch.

I definitely did. I still do, if I don't get that one cup every day. Crazy headache, sick stomach, shaky. Definitely a dependence. Coming off that much caffeine wasn't easy, it was a gradual decrease. Awwww I always drink my coffee black. Even when I was consuming that much, it was almost always black, with espresso. I brushed my teeth constantly like a maniac to avoid horrid coffee breath, but it was still hell on my gums/enamel. Do not recommend. I think there's a reason all my artwork from that time was kinda messy... my hands shook too much to paint a straight line! I can't drink Red Bull anymore. I get physically ill about halfway through a small can of it. My cardiologist said I might as well just mainline some drugs next time rather than go back to the amount of caffeine I was putting in my system.

Red bull and coffee was how I got through senior year of college. Had never had a drop of coffee or energy drinks in my life until end of junior year. My average a day was, 3-4 Red Bulls (sugarfree, hah, like that helped), at least 5 coffees, 3 of which probably had multiple shots of espresso in them. I slept maybe 2 hours a night, pulled a lot of all nighters, and was so freakin' ill and loopy (I would rather be drunk than hopped up on caffeine like that again) that d4rk, who had just started dating me, wouldn't let me drive. Smart man. It sucked, but man was I skinny and productive! And shaky! And 10 seconds from another heart attack! SO glamorous. Down to a cup or two of coffee a day.

My neighbor brought over a couple flashlights in case the power goes out in these winds. And homemade venison jerky. And homemade cider. And homemade apple chips. And homemade jam. And apples. People are awesome. Sh!tty situations bring out the best, the angels in the woodwork, as they say. I keep sobbing because I'm so overwhelmed by kindness.