Sharks lose to the Avalanches, dispatches from THE SITE, a brief welcome to the new guys, and Lemmy Kilmister.
(Author's note: this was originally published Tuesday afternoon, which wasn't intentional...and defies explanation. I hadn't even written this post at that point. I'm not sure who wrote this, or how they published it, or why, but it's one of the oddest things that's ever happened to me. The information contained in this post about the comments on THE SITE is accurate, so I'll leave the post unedited for you all to read. But....I'm pretty freaked out you guys.)
|Final - 10.24.2012||1||2||3||Total|
|San Jose Sharks||2||2||0||4|
*This typo was present throughout the game report and box score, so I haven't changed it.
There was nothing unusual about the game report for this one except for the weird repeated "Avalanches" typo, so I have a chance to fill you all in on some very interesting responses to my first (and thus far only) comment on THE SITE.
I'm not really sure what's happening with this website, but it's weird.
As a reminder, here's what I said in my previous gameday post:
As part of my continuing effort to figure out exactly what the hell THE SITE is all about (fan-fiction? the scribblings of a madman? Is there really a difference?) I posted a comment on this game report, asking if people thought a penalty Logan Couture received in the 2nd period for diving was justified. I'm curious to see what kind of replies I will get.
As soon as I posted my comment, what had been a lively online conversation totally ceased (which is pretty much exactly what happens at parties whenever I try to talk to people). There were no responses for several hours, and I had the definite feeling that I had committed some faux pas. I worried that I had made a mistake, and would have my membership to THE SITE revoked...and then at last I received the following reply:
You shouldn't be here.
I have to admit I was a little bit freaked out by that. It's an unpleasant sensation, knowing you have violated some unspoken social rule and having no way to correct your mistake. I didn't want to make the situation worse by replying, so I just thought about Pierre's words for a while...and then another comment was posted:
I'm not sure what to make of that one, to be honest. Any ideas?
That was the last comment on that post. I'm not sure how to proceed...but I'm determined to get to the bottom of this.
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A warm welcome to the two new jerk-asses who will be writing for Battle of California from now until hockey comes back and Rudy and Earl decide their lives are empty without blogging. I'm confident that Jer and Dunn will live
up down to our standards.
Finally, for Book Chat today, here is an excerpt from White Line Fever, the autobiography of Lemmy Kilmister:
I had problems at school right from the start. The teachers and I didn't see eye-to-eye: they wanted me to learn, and I didn't want to. I was always like a fuckin' black hole when it came to maths. You might as well have spoken Swahili to me as to try to teach me algebra, so I gave up on it early. I figured I wasn't going to be a mathematician so I might as well fuck off. I played truant constantly, and that was it from day one, really.
Lemmy is great, and so is his book.