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Made by [livejournal.com profile] he_is_dead_jim

It is also my 500th LJ post, yay!

So let's have 'em. Your macros, your GIFs, your story-threads, your hockey player picspams, bring them here and we shall see how long we can keep this thing going. (I will be going to bed after the game, but I'm working tonight, so let's go :D)

Here, have [livejournal.com profile] he_is_dead_jim's Swede Mon

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And his Swede Von (I did this one lol):

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Swede Mon, driving in a Swede von
Drivin like a mad mon
It's the motherfuckin Swede Mon!


LET'S GO :D!

Remember, the post is public, so bring friends. Don't let me down, O my F-list.

Post #499

Sep. 27th, 2009 11:23 pm
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So you won't hear from me (posting-wise) until Friday.

Unless I delete an old post or something, which is totally cheating, but who cares?

This is my invite post, to the party post on Friday. I wasn't going to be all "formal" (lulz @ me being formal), but [livejournal.com profile] he_is_dead_jim and I thought it would be funnier to have an actual invitation. Which, by the way, the ever-awesome [livejournal.com profile] ocenbrez totally took home the gold for.


Here:

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I'm not sure what time to call it (I have to work that night D:), so suggestions are welcome. IDK, I've never done this before!

My freaking home internet is fucked, BTW. I think the modem is dying, since I went today and bought a new router and new cables. Waahhhh, I don't know WTF to do with no webz at home *sadface* Hopefully I can get it up and running soon, yeah?



Oh and good going tonight Wings! Way to whump Pittsburgh! 4-1, yessss! Now, just keep doing this, aight? Aight. Sounds good.

See you all Friday!

EDIT: I AM GETTING RICKROLLED BY MY OWN DAMN LOBBY! THAT FUCKING SONG, IT IS PLAYING ON THE SPEAKERS, I SHIT YOU NOT!
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But whatever. Icons below, blah de blah and so on.

Mah Rulz:

1: Go ahead and grab all you want (if you want) but no hotlinking
2: Credit plz
3: Comments are love
4: Make a request, if you have one :)

No cut, self-pimp, you know the drill.

Previous icon post

Here:

EDIT! I MISSED OUT A PAVEL D: So here he is (we'll pretend he's a teaser :o):

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Jul. 25th, 2009 06:47 am
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I was trying to stay awake productive! Also, I think my icon making skills have improved :D [livejournal.com profile] calliopes, your requests should be in your e-mail. If not, let me know and I'll re-send them.

Mah Rulz:

1: Go ahead and grab all you want (if you want) but no hotlinking
2: Credit plz
3: Comments are love
4: Make a request, if you have one :)

Previous icon post is here

No cut cause I'm self-pimping. Feedback is love.
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"Last updated 5 days ago." WTF SERIOUSLY? O.O I don't think I've gone that long without posting since I got my LJ. Weird. I have been distracted with in-browser flash games, but still.

You guys, I have a notebook. It is filled with random notes about my dream house. Most of the stuff is completely foolish and ridiculous, like trap-doors and 18-foot trenches filled with canned peaches, but some of it is feasible.

Like a secret lab.

Hey, I used to think my mom had one. I was convinced of it, in fact. I was dead-sure that it was behind the storage room in our basement, but I could never, ever sort out how the hell to get in there.

Why yes, I was a strange and imaginative child.

Speaking of my mom, she's going down east for a week, because her cousin's getting married. I mentioned this, because she was looking for a dress, and I found one for her. You know what she said to me as we were ringing out?

"I'm so glad one of my kids is gay. Fashion sense, you know."

I was greatly amused and yes, she was teasing :P

This was also the same shopping excursion in which my younger brother and I spent an hour in the parking lot of Costco, bowling Gobstoppers candy at seagulls. It was hysterical, since we had to kind of sneak up on them to bowl the candies close enough for them to see them.

And then they couldn't figure out if they wanted to eat them or not, they kept picking them up and dropping them, then chasing them to pick them up again. Lulz were had.

We're so lame XD

Note: Planning trip to Calgary in August with Tia and above-mentioned brother. This trip? Solely to go to IKEA. Yes, that is the only reason we're making the two hour long drive. IKEA. Chad has never been.

Also, booking October 31 and March 15 off work. Red Wings vs Flames, I cannot miss them. Miiiiiight just book October 9 and February 11 off too. Depends on if I buy a Turco jersey or not >.> *taps fingers* If I wear my Holmstrom jersey and try to get Marty's autograph, do you think he'll get mad at me? XD Or will it just blow his mind? I want to try it and see! :D

And I admit to being incredibly confused at the thought of telling Native people to "go home".

Does. Not. Compute.
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The prairie is green.

The prairie is green, and I can see forever.

It's sunny. Warm with a slight breeze.

I have spent the day with the people I love most in the world.

My partner. My family.

And right now, I am content.
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I rather enjoy making "Friends Only" banners, actually. *shrugs* Got a round of approval for Jager's, anyway. *grins*

Check it:

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The tiny Nicks just cement the whole thing, hehe.

ALSO OMG YOU GUYS, THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER! I showed it to Jags and he almost peed lulzing.

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I am currently sitting in front of my computer, scared witless. Any moment now I am going to be killed.

Today a friend of mine told me a story.

His aunt had taken care of him since he was a small boy, and she told him last night about how his parents died. He did a very fair imitation of her (I knew them both pretty well):

“They were doing mission work in some nasty little south american country when a man burst into the mission hospital one night, terrified out of his mind. He told them that his sister had been killed by a Muerto blanco, and that he was certain that it was coming for him next. What is a Muerto blanco? Apparently it was some sort of bogey-man, something like that dumb chupacabra or whatever. They called it the White Death or the White Girl, because it was the soul of someone who hated life so much that they came back in their shrouds to kill those who told of them.

The man had been told about the vengeful spirit by his sister hours before her death. It was a girl with dead, black eyes that wept bile. The thing moved without ever actually moving its legs, and it stalked its victims back to their homes. Now, if you weren’t already aware that this thing was following you, once it got back to your house, it would start knocking on your door…

* Once for you skin, which she’ll use to patch her own decaying flesh.
* Twice for your muscle, which she’ll gnash her teeth on between victims.
* Thrice for your bones, which she’ll make knives to pick her teeth and kill her victims.
* Four times for your heart, which she’ll wear around her neck.
* Five times for your teeth, which she’ll polish and keep in a box.
* Six times for your eyes, which she’ll see the faces of your loved ones through.
* Seven times for your soul, which she’ll eat whole - you can never pass while you’re in her stomach.

She has to repeat this on any mirror or door between you and her.

You can try to outrun her, but she’s faster than the fastest man. And if you leave your home while she’s knocking on your door, she won’t be so courteous when she catches up to you.

Now the man was certain that this thing had killed his sister, that he had tried to tell the police, but they would not listen. Next he had tried to tell his priest, but the priest turned him away when he saw that the thing was following him now - oh, that’s right, I forgot about that - it can only get you if you tell someone else about it, or you saw it kill someone else. The man, after finishing his tale, stole a car from the mission, and was never seen again.

Apparently his mother and father had immediately called his aunt about this when it happened. They were found in the morning, skinned and dismembered. Their bodies were covered in tiny, child-like handprints.

His aunt was really drunk the night before, and had told him about that. He told me this story early in the morning today at school, before the cops arrived. His aunt had been murdered that night. I called him later that night, and he told me that he was being chased by someone, and now they were knocking on his door. I told him to stop shitting me.

He held the phone away from his face for a minute, and I could hear slow, deliberate knocking. A moment later, I heard the door rip from its hinges and the dying screams of my friend.

Then a little girl’s voice spoke over the line: “WITNESS.” I hung up.

Three minutes ago someone started knocking on my door. She has to knock 28 times on my front door, 28 times on the mirror in the hall, and another 28 times on the door to my bedroom. She’s doing it slowly… I think she wants to scare me some more, let me know that my death is just moments away. I will not run - I couldn’t get to my car in time anyway. She started knocking on my bedroom door a minute ago, she should be done any moment.

Nice knowing you guys, it’s been funjklkn;ajobvha'onb'bfbmnnnnqenooooo.....................






GIVE ME YOUR CREEPY STORIES PLEASE! Urban legends, scary stories, personal freakouts, creepypasta, anything! *gets down and begs* I'm making this post public, so yeah, you should send people over, for sure! SCARE ME :D

*testing*

Jun. 30th, 2009 10:56 am
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Check check, test, one two...

IDK about this username, but I guess I'm stuck with it :P

Yeah, here from Livejournal, woot.

Ughhhh...

Jun. 20th, 2009 08:05 am
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You guys, on a comment on a Freep.com article...

Someone called Sidney Crosby "Mr. Hockey".

I think I'm going to be sick.

I don't care if it is a troll, you just don't fucking do that!

There is only one Mr. Hockey, and that is Gordie Howe.
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Marty is <3 He loves reading and thinks it's important for young people to read. Yes, I love goalies. Especially humble ones. :D I love people who love reading and think it's an important thing for kids to do. NOT. ENOUGH. PEOPLE. READ!

ALSO! Van Helsing, you know, the movie with Hugh Jackman and David Wenham? FFFF, I SHOULD HATE IT BUT I LOVE IT ANYWAY AND I DON'T KNOW WHY!
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I love my team. We are still the classiest, best and most good looking team in the league. Yes, that last part was jocular ;) We just... didn't play up to the standard we needed to tonight. I still cried, though, and now I don't know what to do with myself. I feel so... so empty. We lost the Stanley Cup, on home ice, in Game 7. I never thought such a thing could happen, but there it is, we can't change it now.

I'll say congrats to Pittsburgh, because they played well tonight, but you can't expect me to be happy for them. I'm not, but I'll stand up and say, they played harder than we did. Still, when I saw Ozzie crying... that was what really sent it home for me. I knew then that it wasn't just a bad dream.

My mother had some friends over, and a couple of them were rooting for the Pens. I don't think they realized how much the Red Wings mean to me until I came upstairs with my brother and full-on burst into tears. I'm talking full bawling, sobs, snot, etc. It wasn't pretty, and they felt bad, which kind of made me feel bad, but hey, the one went to school with Ozzie :) He was her lab partner and got her through science class.

Yeah, I know I'm rambling, but fuck it. I'm upset. It really is more than just a game. Ozzie, you are still my goalie, and my hero. Nick, you are still my Captain (well, you and Steve, because he is the Captain) and still the greatest defenseman in the league. Red Wings, you are still my team and, like I've said before, I'd rather be a fan of the Red Wings when they're losing, than be a fan of any other team. Even one lifting the Stanley Cup. So Pens, enjoy it while you can, because the Cup will be coming home again. Soon.

Home to Hockeytown. Where it belongs.

Oh, and this still makes me laugh my ass off:

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Who the HELL thought it was a good idea for the NHL to have a fucking salary cap?
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I just touched the Stanley Cup.

I just touched the Stanley Cup.

I just touched the Stanley Cup.

I just touched the Stanley Cup.

It is staying at my hotel tonight.

They are touring around for this hockey appreciation thing Scotiabank is doing.

And the Stanley Cup is staying in my hotel.

I just touched it. I'll be going to see it tomorrow, but... I just touched it.

It was glorious. I will never wash my hands again.

Of all the nights for my phone to be dead. I'd have brought my camera if I'd have known. Oh well.

I just touched the Stanley Cup.

This is the greatest night of my life.
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Backstory- I is a goalie! My teammates have called me 'Iron Man' for years now. My awesome partnerpersonthing, Jager, decided to take my mask to be airbrushed. Except then he decided to get it hand painted and then airbrushed for...reasons unknown to me.

Regardless, I think it turned out great :D *loves him so hard* It's a bit banged-up and cellphone photographed but here it is :)
Please ignore SpongeBob Squarepants pillows, general disorder, overlarge teddy bears and mismatched bedclothes (those sheets are comfy as hell, for srs.)


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