No worries. It’s just my {hockey} pride.

See, this is the reason I don’t like to admit that I’m a hockey fan.

This past week, as the Stanley Cup Playoffs have begun, and Sharks gave a very generous freebie to the Flames, (them Flames is gonna be CHOMPED tonite, them is), I seem to have caught a significant amount of flak from my colleagues. Not flak in the professional, ‘Oh, you shouldn’t be talking about Black People/Gay People/Hindu People/Arctic-Americans like that’, kind of way, but more in the ‘let-me-make-fun-of-you-until-all-you-can-think-of-is-regressing-to-infancy
-so-you-can-suck-on-your-momma’s-teat’ kind of way.

Por ejemplo:

Dennis: {Blah blah blah, something super-endearingly nerdy about Jonathan Cheechoo.}
Unnamed, VERY MEAN Co-worker: You know… when you talk about hockey, it doesn’t make you sound butch. It makes you sound desperate.
Dennis: Gasp! (I actually say ‘Gasp!’ here.) Well I never.
UVMC: No, but serious, what’s a gaywad like you talking about hockey? Can you even spell ‘hockey’??
Dennis: That is so totally unfair. I come from a hockey town! Besides, I have every right to talk about hockey. You’ve all been talking that motherfucking Bracket Tournament for, like, the whole month of March.
UVMC:
You know it’s not called that, right?
Dennis: What’s called what?
UVMC: The Bracket Tournament. It’s March Madness. The NCAA Basketball Tournament. It’s a big deal. The brackets just refer to the betting that goes on. You filled one out. You guessed that Oral Roberts was going to take the title.
Dennis: Shut UP! I did?? Are there any hockey brackets in the office that I can get in on? I know I’d win that one.
UVMC: No. Nobody likes hockey, except you, you idiot. Continue reading

Elizabeth (NJ) was rude to me.

ELIZABETH!!!!

I went to IKEA last week. In Elizabeth – Craphole of the United States. Seriously. Imagine every rotting, mosquito and capo-corpse-infested, methane gas-filled, dead-souled swamp you’ve ever been to. That’s what Elizabeth is like.

There’s an IKEA there! It’s pretty much the only reason to go (besides, you know, Newark International Airport). It was the first IKEA in the NY Metro area, (and maybe the first in the US?), and it is fucking monstrous.

I had the (great) pleasure of accompanying two very well-dressed and pleasant young men last Sunday to Elizabeth (in a Zipcar, nonetheless!) to purchase furniture, tealights, and other nonessential essentials.  Granted, I should have known better than to go to IKEA on a Sunday.  Especially in Jersey.  But what choice did I have??  Two well-dressed and pleasant young men!  Plus, the opportunity for meatballs.  Mmm… lingonberries. Continue reading

Sad-Sigh Worth Saving?

Sad-Sigh.com is nearing its two year anniversary as a decrepit blog and has remained so without much effort. Hastily slapped together code without much care for design has left us sad and sighing folk with a very basic venue to post our failures in life. I renewed the domain after year one, and then no one posted for months. I just renewed the domain for an additional two years, but my pre-paid hosting ends at the end of April. That leaves me to question whether this blog is worth saving, if there are resources to revamp, and if our writers remain sad enough to post. Not much effort has gone toward promoting this here blog either so thank you to the loyal three readers who check the site every other month or so. So what say you, Sad Sigh community? Shall we try to make it a self-sustaining site by driving just enough traffic for us to generate enough revenue to cover costs? Should we continue to pour money and no effort into this site of ours? Or should we let it die a suitable death? Spammers need not comment.