My teammate Hudson Smack and I (the Wife of Wrath, aka WOW) having some post-derby roady beverages in our matching Smack! & WOW! shirts at our league bar, Logan’s. We were over in Abbotsford with some other lovely island ladies taking on the Anarchy Angels.
Pretty good way to end a pretty good summer! Moving the next day after all the beers was not as much fun. Villains fo life, yo.
Wow what an amazing weekend at Summer Slam! With the help of some incredible pickups, we were 2-1, including a beautifully executed 232-122 win over the Faster Pussycats. I got to play in the MVP game against the TCRG All Stars (with On’da Sligh!! who’s got some maaaad steeze), and I hit Kim Janna enough for her to come tell me about it afterwards.
We also had way too much fun at the River Rock casino, rallying the pool and waterslide like gleeful six-year-olds, wandering the halls in our bathrobes, and popping champers in the room. A real roady for the books.
Maybe I’ll post some pics from the bout when there up, but for now here’s a beaut from our June home bout against Northwest Derby Company. Laters.
"The world’s hottest violin virtuoso"
Slavoj Žižek - First as Tragedy, Then as Farce
buying our way to redemption
Reblog if your sick of 30+-year-olds telling you you’re a lazy, narcissistic, and naive amateur, then going on to talk about how they are/where so much better.
I never really identified with millennials until all these lazily written articles came out and started shitting on my age group.
Mime the loud wind in pain—
The worded room will yield
Your canny agony
Not excellence nor will.
Dreams and asylums build
No words of sounding luck.
The metronome of guilt
Does sums behind the lock.
A maiden intellect
Sits safe indoors and still
When loud complexity
Not subtlety nor guilt
But will made concentrate
Shouts the loud wind to fill
The worded intellect.
Nigerian label ‘Zibah debut collection
I was working in a coffee shop the other day when the barista put this album on. Hadn’t heard this song in years, still so sad, still so good.
too young for him they told her, waitin’ on the love of a travelin’ soldier.
mass producing your fake revolution
Time Warner, one of the largest media companies in the world, is paid a fee with the sale of each mask, as it owns the rights to the image.
Just in case you were wondering, your shitty “anon” masks are only making them money.
"The absolutely most essential proposal is the elimination of all advertising. This is central to Rowland’s book, as he lays out how advertising distorts the public service mission by treating all viewers as consumers to be captured and measured for the benefit of advertisers. Whether or not CBC should have professional sports, amateur sports or no sports at all is irrelevant. By eliminating advertising all other decisions will follow. That is the work of talented professionals whose job it is to interpret the public interest in the context of the times and the technology, and design a relevant strategy that connects the public broadcaster to its public."
- Rudy Buttignol, Blood in the Water