Kuuanonni my friends, which obviously includes the ghosts of book lovers past, whether they be readers or writers because otherwise I have to address it in the singular.
And what fun is that?
None at all.
I sshould post yesterday's Fish before I get too deep into today's 1st quarter.
So I will be back in about five minutes?
More like fifteen.
And in that time that I was away, the game went from in the favour of the Canadiens, who scored first which meant in the first two games a win for that team, which was great in the first game and not at all in the second.
But these trends are not set in stone.
And the Penguins made short work of the Habs on two power plays, though the first of their power play goals were on a five on three.
A five on three that they coulldn't take advantage of in game one or the Habs would down oh noes and two and down in the third game looking at being swept out of the playoffs like the Rangers were.
My early feelings of a Habs' victory being the result of a game that was decided last night as I completed the harvest of four fields have gone away as the Penguins did their thing on the power play and the habs are notr great at coming back.
Though I'm not feeling the anger of the next Penguins' goal and I am done with the game and will go check out the results after a single period.
No, the Penguins are not going to score a 3rd goal this period to go up 3-1.
Would that be enough to chase me from the game and go to see what the final score was?
I hope not.
I hope I stay with the game and am rewarded with a Habs' comeback, which is still possible because it's only 2-1.
Fine it's only 3-1.
Oh crap!
It's now 4-1.
Hello Habs? Are you still playing?
Wait it's 5-1?
What the damn heck?
No, that was just a little imagining of things going totally awry, which of course it could as the Habs did have a regular season that went awry with two eight game losing streaks and a five gamer just to twist the knife.
Though that was a twisting of the knife on their own damn selves maybe.
I'll never understand how it could have gone so bad, even with the loss of two players.
Is this kind of shiite bad karma for all the good karma that the Habs had in their first 78 years?
They did win 24 Stnaley Cups during that time and maybe the sports' Gods decreed that never again, or not for forty years would the Habs taste glory again.
If that is the case, then they'll win in 2035.
Hmm.
That would be three straight decades without a Cup win.
And the Penguins have three straight decades with a win.
Back to back wins in '91 and '92 followed by years with little tom show for it before a win '09 to make it a consecutive decades with a Cup streak that they continued with their second of their back to backs in '16 and '17.
Don't let it be this year that Penguins win the Cup to make it 4 straight decades with a Stanley Cup.
90's, 00's, 10's and 20's if they did it.
Oh and the Penguins scored to make it 3-1.
It's early in the 2nd but it's the Penguins who are flying against the Habs who have the speed but can't maintain it like a team that is determined to win.
I really shouldn't peek at the score now becaue I'm sure to be disappointed as the Penguins are sure to score at least one more goal to make it 4-1 or even 4-2 if the Habs can manage to score again.
Oh look, the Habs scored and it's now 3-2 Penguins with less than half the 2nd to play.
Yeah, I peeked at the socre so I know what happened.
I wish I didn't
But I can't undo the learning of knowledge that I should have waited to know the normal way.
Bad fanning Charles.
Okay, they're down by a goal with 17.18 to play.
Down by one sure feels a lot better than down by two.
But I can't bring you the kindness story when I haven't reported the final, because there's still so much time left to play in a game where anything can happen.
Oh, the Habs tied the game up late in the second. It's a brand new game hockey fans.
And Habs' haterz maybe?
But it's just a tie and the Habs are still feeling the effects of a season where they twice lost 8 straight games and for added measure lost another five straight.
All this to say they're only playing now because they deemed that it was best to have 24 teams play down to one.
So no Pens' fans, it isn't over yet.
Though once the Habs got the lead in the 3rd, I'm sure there were those Pens' fans who were down in the mouth like us Habs' fans were earlier when it was 3-1 and scoring the first goal seemed like a joke beign told against the Habs
And the Habs did in fact win, though because of stupidities on the part of Rogers where the pvring of the game ends before the game becuae of...
Reasons?
No, I shouldn't have to add extra time to just get the entirety of regulation recorded.
If I missed out on a hypothetical overtime, that'd be one thing, but when it doesn't actually record the whole game, something's wrong.
So, they've won two games, Can they win the all important third?
I hope so!
“Damn you Jospeh Perris! Must you be so strong at every turn? You cannot have every decision fall in your favour. I must have my wins and this is where I must insist that you give in, because I am not used to losing to anyone.” She said, like it was a case of one of was winning and the other was losing. Or was it ever thus and I just failed to understand this?
“What are you talking about Maervaeda?” I said, confused by her thinking that this was something that could be something that was won or lost.
“I am strong and haven't lost like this since Kaevothchose the Earth over Paraveedun and us.” She siad, admitting that there was a very personal reason for her wanting to know where he was.
Well, that was disappointing on the kindness story front.
Kuuanonnii ghosts.
Though I must admit that I am not feeling your presence either.
And I'm not seeing no line of subscribers forming to the right.
The first one came so easily you'd think that the next hundred would follow sooner than ten years.
It wouldn't actually take that long would it?
Their resistance is that strong, that right now, it sure feels like 10 years to get to 10 subscribers would seem quick.
And that is one sad statement.
You'd think that anyone who's read my numerous tweets abou my lack of subscribers, checked out my site and determined that I provided no value to anyone and have decided that they will take a vow of silence on the matter.
Well, better a vow of silence than a vow of making sure that the people of the world don't subscribe.
But enough of that ass I am nearing the morning's end and I haven't written the any of the kindness story.
''Well that makes a whole lot of sense now. You want him to pay for rejecting you.” I said, event hough that was taking a complex thing and trying to simplify it like this is black and this is white when it's never that simple. Or rarely is.
“He didn't only reject me as his, which broke my heart, but he rejected his oath to serve the glory and the gpood of Paraveedun for reasons that he didn't even explain before he fled like some kind of couward. And there was a time that I wouldn't have ever said such a thing about him, let alone thought it. But that was hundred years ago and I'm only now ready to choose my next partner and it5 was supposed to be you dear Joseph.” She said, sounding very sad and bitter. And for the first time she hadn't said both my first and last name, which I welcomed.
“A hundred years? But you don't look a day over thirty” I said without thinking that this could possibly be seen as ageing her, because what woman who wasn't in her twenties could take offence at that? And she was surely not in her twenties.
I had a great start to the day and a lesser 2nd but I have the 20 fields harvested well in hand.
What I don't have well in hand is the subscriber situation here.
How the heck do I still have just one?
Oh yeah, the anti-charisma.
There's always that.
Griping over.
She shot me a look that just screamed I had guessed the look of her age too high which she was greatly offended by and what smart man wanted to offend a beautiful if not too brash woman? Not I. “Thirty Joseph? You wound me with that guess of yours and you'd do well to not say make such guesses again lerst you feel my wrath.” She said and I do not like it when a man is foolish witht the “small” things. And this is not that small at all.
I sputtered. “No, I didn't mean to say that you're old I just...” I stopped and sighed and as I shook my head, regretting what I had said about her age, even though she shouldn't have had a problem with as I thought she looked thirty when she was in fact well over a hundred years old and should actually be complimented by my guess at how old she was.
She continued to glare at me like she wanted to thrash me and she surely had the strength to do so because I was no example of traditional masculinty as I on the slighter side of men. And I was okay with that. “I”m sorry Maervaeda. I don't know the look of ages well.”
I need eraser refills and that is why I am bringing this quarter to an early end when I'm rolling, just not as hard and long as I would have otherwise because the Virus COVID has forced early closings on Bureau En Gros.
Still, the race to 20 fields harvested this week is going to happen early tomorrow.
Kuuanonnnii.
Kuuanonnii ghosts. How's the afterlife?
Is there an afterlife?
Is there an afterfailure, that which I would call success on my own terms as I start to gaining subscribers, even if it's just one or two a day by the beginning of September, that would be something good.
And right now, totally beyond my ability because I suffer from anti-charisma.
Aye, suffer is right because I can't even interest hardly anyone to subscribe to my writing and drawing when it doesn't cost anything financial.
Also, you can subscribe to the site without even reading any of what I write, though obviously if it was read, I'd get the good prodding for more.
So what's the problem since other people gain subscribers and their content is...
Oh.
Their content is seen to be universally better than mine yes? Even that... What about there?
That's twice as good as anything I've ever written?
Even the one with the interview in it which...
Especially that one.
I don't know what's good or bad when it comes to writing clearly! Because I would have sworn that that was arguably my best short story.
But I've been told that I am completely wrong about the writing that I share with readers, no matter where they are and will never amount to anything that could ever be seen as good.
And this has been decreed by God eh?
Well, you can imagine what I say to that.
I have worth as a writer and man who draws and what have you got to lose by giving me the honour of subscribing to me?
It doesn't even cost a thing.
Unless you're getting paid to not subscribe, but who would do that?
That's as stupid as saying that God has decreed that I will never amount to anything as a writer and man who draws.
Oh, do shut up before the time arrives where I should have. She continued to glare at me like she wanted to thrash me and she surely had the strength to do so because I was no example of traditional masculinity as I on the slighter side of men. And I was okay with that. “I”m sorry Maervaeda. I don't know the look of ages well.” I said, bothered by an attitude that was emanating from her.