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"And to follow up on Niko Mikkola...his sense of humour with him, like, maybe—lot of people don't talk—like, last night he was like, you know, he "woke Bobby up," or whatever. "Good thing Bob was awake—"
"He's a great personality and I've said this kinda during the year. And we've, you know, I mean we're always—...I was gonna say, "It'd be great if you guys could spend a lot of time with him," but then we spend a lot of time trying to make sure you guys don't spend too much time with our guys, so, there goes—so, forget that! But, he is an incredibly interesting guy. What's great is when he's coming to the bench... if there's something that's broken down, and I'm not sure if he's screaming in Finnish or it's in English, but it is funny as hell! And it's consistent. So, he plays really high-energy level. A lot of times these kinda big, lanky guys are... you don't really think they're moving that fast, but they are! He looks like he's getting across the ice, and, you know, he competes hard. That's what we like the most of him, but he talks at a high-energy level, too, on the bench. And that's great, right? We have some quiet players on our bench, and that's fine, that's who they are. But, those guys like Mikkola, who's got—nobody knows—Well there's four other Finnish guys knowing what he's saying, but nobody else knows what he's saying.
paul loves all his rascals and it is a joy to hear his takes on them its mikksys turn now!
media availability | 6.11.24 (x)
also if you want to see the moment mikksy is talking about in the interviews linked above because it is genuinely bonkers 10 or so seconds of hockey: here it is
turned 30 yesterday and thought about how incredible it is to be publicly trans in a very prominent tech field, and how amazing the outpouring of support has been. feeling good about life and happy to still be here :)
He's already reaching over to turn off the alarm when he hears the front door close downstairs. It would have gone off five minutes later, but it wasn't worth waking Cortana if he was already up. As quietly as possible, he slips out of bed. She'd wake up with the sunrise in plenty of time to join Linda on the front porch, he and Fred could start—
"...where're you goin...?"
He stops with his hand on the door. "It's Kelly's birthday."
"You say that like it's an explanation," she yawns, half-heartedly kicking the blanket off. "But if you've got something planned, I want in."
"Oh, you're part of it," he assures. "This mission is all hands on deck."
"Mission?" It only takes the few steps from the bed to the door for the sleepy haze in her eyes to be fully replaced by an expression he's much more familiar with. "This wouldn't have anything to do with yesterday's suspicious shopping trip, would it?"
"Maybe."
Fred and Linda are already in the kitchen when the two of them arrive a few seconds later. Bowls, spoons, spatulas, and various ingredients are arranged immaculately on every inch of available counter space. Linda nods a greeting.
"Okay." Fred begins, crossing his arms. "Kelly will be returning from her run in exactly two hours and...fifty-six minutes. We're splitting into teams. Team Bravo—," he motions to himself and John, "—is in charge of the cake. Team Delta—" he points at Linda and Cortana, "you two are the lookouts and the distraction, if needed. If we're not done by the time she gets back, you get her out of here by any means necessary."
Linda's eyebrows twitch higher. "Any means?"
"...within reason. Use your best judgment."
Cortana shrugs, immediately navigating around the baking paraphernalia for a coffee mug. "Easy enough. I'm fine letting you boys handle the hard part."
Fred and John share a look. "I'd rather be following step-by-step instructions than trying to wrangle Kelly away from anything."
"Assuming we'll even need to." Linda swings by the coffee table to grab a book on her way to the porch. Cortana follows with coffee several minutes later.
Fred cracks another egg. "We'll have this done before she's back, right?"
John shrugs, measuring out the sugar. He can't resist the joke. "Don't worry about it. It'll be cake."
**********
Cortana returns from the patio two hours and forty-nine minutes later with her empty mug. “Linda’s up on the roof. She says she spotted Kelly about five minutes out. Status report? Ooh, frosting.” She swipes her finger into the bowl.
John ‘tsks’ but doesn’t try to stop her.
“We’re close enough that we shouldn’t need any drastic diversions,” Fred answers, cracking open another box of candles. “Give us a little bit of a buffer when she gets here.”
“Yessir.” She steals another finger of frosting on her way back out.
After a couple minutes, John sighs and sets down the knife. “This is the hard part.”
“Looks good to me. Ready for candles?”
"Mm. Frosting’s thin on this side."
A swell of voices and footsteps from the patio sends them both into an instant frenzy.
"It doesn't have to be perfect, just put the candles in. That's an order."
"You're pulling rank now?"
"I told them to stall, not divert, remember? We have thirty seconds. If we're lucky."
"You know I am."
"Well I'm not, so it probably cancels out."
John places the final few candles and grabs for the lighter just as the voices on the porch reach the front door. Fred does his best to lean against the counter in a way that hides the cake. The door opens.
"Damn, it smells really good in here. Did you bake a cake or something?"
The click of the lighter breaks the silence of the beat that follows. Fred slides away from the counter. John motions to the cake, now visible. "Happy birthday."
Something offputting about realizing that I’d find a lot more women attractive on a day-to-day basis if it wasn’t true that 95% of the women I interact with wear makeup
on todays episode of the veteran nhl players on bedsys team wont pass to him while he's wide open, we see how the veteran nhl players on bedsys team wont pass to him while he's wide open
thinking abt the previous post, the agency i worked at for a couple years would use bits of ABA and I just... I always nodded along to the boss instructing me on how to work with the kids with those tactics (I worked with the kids who were 6 and under) and then as soon as she left I tossed all that shit out of my brain and just treated the kid like a human being and worked with them where they were at.
and guess what !!! i had the most and fastest success out of every other worker in the entire building!! i was often told it seemed like i was working miracles with my kids bc they'd just progress so fast (comparatively) through the skill book we had to work on, and that the kids always seemed so happy and eager to come to the building after they started working with me!!
this is partially why I quit because I couldn't stand seeing my coworkers treat the kids like they were dogs (talking down to them, being patronizing, and utilizing shitty ABA tactics) and as much good as I was doing there, it was fucking me up bc they were extremely demanding that I work more than I was comfortable (or able) to, and often put me with "problem" kids who I didn't get to regularly see so we couldn't make much progress bc the kids weren't able to get to know me and (rightfully!) didn't trust me because they thought I'd be treating them the way everyone else did.
i just...... my coworkers would ask me how I had so much success and I would just shrug and say like, "just treat them like they're human and work with them where they're at" and I couldn't explain any more bc that'd require me admitting I wasn't following the boss' guidance for a lot of shit fjfkdl
Sometimes writing historical fiction is like... you just want to know. You know you can't know, that no one knows and the evidence isn't there and barring some miraculous rediscovery, won't ever be, or you know if it's possible to know, it's buried in unpublished records or in publications you don't have the ability to access and might even need a postgrad degree to access or understand. But you just want to know. And you can't.
Inspired by the song "i don't care" by Ed sheerad x Justin Bieber
I'm a party that I don't want to be at, i didn't know what get on me to let you bring me here, I hate parties, I just go to the mandatory one where I need to wear a good expensive suit and a fake smile, this smile media love so much and you disliked as much
Here we are, sitting on this old couch and I have to listen to you speaking with your friends, if I call them your friend it's for a reason, I can't have friend and I don't really like to share you with anyone but I love when you smile and they make you smile, like the sun in winter it’s warm my heart.
I love to look at you and I sip on my unexpensive beer while you catch my hand, make my shiver with passion, i could love to drink your love in this can or in a Martini cup.
I don't care about the other, you are the only one I care about and I'm glad your didn't lets go of my hand even in those parties where you are surrounded by your friends.