Saturday, June 22, 2013

A Young Man's Dream Come True


Czech-born hockey forward David Krejci had to have been excited when, on April 2, 2013, his Boston Bruins traded for his childhood idol, twelve-time NHL All-Star and two-time Stanley Cup champion Jaromir Jagr. It’s hard to imagine a young athlete who doesn’t dream of one day suiting up with his or her favorite athlete, and not only has gotten to play with his idol, but also is (as of this afternoon) only two wins away from winning a championship with him. That has to be exciting.


As it turns out, Krecji isn’t the only Bruin who gets to skate with the favorite player from his childhood:




Getting to hit the ice with Jaromir Jagr has to be a dream come true for Jaromir Jagr, even if the guy hardly ever passes him the puck or even looks him in the eye.

The best comment we’ve seen so far on this comes from Yahoo Sports:
“In Jagr's defence, who would he have named as his favourite player anyway? When hockey was invented, he was nine.”1



NOTES
1. We’d probably find this even funnier if we weren’t just barely younger than Jagr, and weren’t getting awfully thin-skinned about our impending decrepitude. But, hey, this is the internet; we can hardly expect people to pass up the low-hanging fruit of an “old guy being old” joke. Besides, have you seen the guy? He’s forty-one years old—shouldn’t he have, like, died by now?2
2. See what we mean? Low-hanging fruit. Cheap jokes. Internet.

Tuesday, June 4, 2013

"The Invader" by Ehud Lavski

















We’re not sure whether posting this constitutes a violation of copyright or a perfectly appropriate, even desirable, sharing of an artistic creation that deserves wider publicity. We prefer to believe it’s the latter, although we’d find the notion of our little backwater blog actually providing wider publicity to be pretty laughable, if we had a sense of humor. Original artwork found online at http://elcomics.tumblr.com/.

Saturday, June 1, 2013

Well, as Long as They're Already Dead, I Guess It's Okay . . .



If you’re too incompetent to keep them alive, then burying them
is, technically, part of the job description.


The above photograph of the office of the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals in Bury, Greater Manchester, England, has been making the rounds of the Internet lately, even though the photograph dates from 2005, practically an eternity in terms of pointless and stupid internet fads. 

Mere months after the photo was taken, the sign in question was replaced with the more sensible “Helping Local Animals,” leaving a pun-starved public to hope, probably fruitlessly, that the RSPCA’s stateside counterpart, the ASPCA, happens to open similar offices in, say, Fishkill, Slaughter Beach, or French Lick.1


NOTE

1. We thought about naming our all-time favorite Austrian town here, but the verb tense just didn’t quite click.