And I'm done, done on to the next one...

... done I'm done and I'm on to the next one!!!

Well... I am now finally semi-recovered from the excesses of my first Brennan wedding. It was too much fun so... c'mon Stef, you're next up, I want more. Hooo.... where to start.

Well, the Ceremony was very nice, my first experience in a Catholic church... that was a bit of an experience in itself. Special note here, Siobhan has a very beautiful singing voice which was on display on a few occasions. Mr. Brennan... known by his friends and Hugh, also has a great voice as does "friend of Bride" Sarah... who I know from somewhere and she knows me from somewhere but I have no clue where from exactly... she's married so it's a moot point anyway. Where was I... where's my pants! Oh yes, so that was the Ceremony, very lovely... I thought about going for a blessing when it was offered because as Kris put it "28 years, y'know... I'm probably due." Yes Kris, I probably am too... we missed our opportunity.

Now on to the dance. Hmmm.... well, all were there and looking sharp.. minus my thugged out missing tooth look, although I did nail a pretty good Theron Fleury look. Stef's band took the stage (floor?) and lit up the room... I will forever think of them when I hear anything involving Charleton Heston. The night continued with many many adult beverages until it reached a crescendo with the Russian Flying Circles (note the plural) of Death!! It began with 4... became 6, then 8... and then.... 10!!! TEN MAN (well.. nine man and Siobhan) RUSSIAN FLYING CIRCLE OF DEATH!!! whoot!

Now some may think this could not be topped.. and in the world of drunken antics you'd probably be right. However... then I went up to Stef's room... and beheld a sight beyond words. The legendary "Bathtub Full of Beer". Truly, the Holy Grail of the drunken masses. It was beautiful... not full of some Budweiser, Coors light, Canadian crap either... beautiful beers from Belgium, Irish Cider, an assortment of Big Rock, and for those uber chic (though laughed at by people who've actually been to Greece) Stella Artois. For those Stella drinkers out there who for some idiotic reason think they're "supa kewl" for drinking it... Mark has informed me that in Greece, Stella is the wife beater beer, the equivalent of Pilsner. Ya.. you're a stud for drinking that my friend. Anyway, the party in Stef's room lasted for at least 45mins before we were booted down to a lounge that we could dominate until 5am. Which we did. I was proud to be part of an elite group... the Goulet group I shall dub us. About 4 or 5 drunken guys shouting "Goulet" throughout the night. There was much great singing, some lame ass singing, and generally some great times.

The 5 hours of sleep I got just didn't seem enough and when Jaret and I went to the rink I discovered that it definitely wasn't. Tonight is the party at Dave's, though I may swing by the Brennan abode for a slice of their merrymaking as well.

notes on the night:
* I got to be a hero in finding Siobhan's camera, yay. Unfortunately this didn't endear me to a rather beautiful bridesmade who wanted to be the hero, boo.
* Nathan provided amusement at the expense of a... well I don't know who she knew there, but she was on the sketchy side... I'm afraid this will have to be one of those cryptic notes I'm known for, ask me about what was amusing or I can email the details. Some things shouldn't be posted on the internet.
* Brad, who Mark noted has been promoted to General, made a weebly woobly trip to speak with god as Bill Cosby used to say in his stand up act.
* I taped a Dave Chappell stand up last night, let me know if you want to borrow it.

He would become, the Master of Asia!!

... yes it's skid music morning.

Maybe it's the numerous alcoholic beverages I've inflicted on myself these past days, though not last night thereby making me happy this morning, maybe it's the early morning Iron Maiden... it's not just music but a history lesson! the mulleted masses say, but I am in a very good mood this morning.

Actually I think it's because I'm buying new shin pads today. I landed on a knee last night in my playing hungover game (we played a crappy team so it was not a big deal, I got shafted out of an assist though) and couldn't walk well after or this morning. My pads are roughly 14 years old so I figure it's high time I get me a new pair.

I just remembered this is my first post... post Christmas. Santa was good to me giving many gifts that will be very useful so happy news there. Unfortunately I broke out one of my false teeth on Sunday... yes I have two false teeth, yes they're both from hockey, and yes they're right in the front. So I've been walking around looking to do some thuggery these past couple days, hopefully I'll be able to get it patched up for Patrick's wedding... tomorrow. I think there will be pics of me in my toothless glory on the internet soon... I guess I'll stick one up, always nice to brighten another's day at the expense of your pride.

Jan is back in town, and as such the first poker game happened last night. I made a whopping $2.75 but I guess it's better than losing money. Actually this means I have more Christmas money to spend (good link eh?). Any suggestions for what I could spend my cash on?

I've put another link up for the Sin City trailer, better quality this time. You need quicktime, I'm really hoping this movie will be as good as it potentially looks right now.

Hope Santa was good to everyone!

The bitterness inside...

...everyone go download New Born by Muse. Do it. Do it. Do it. Better yet just go buy their last 2 discs.

Holy feckk it's cold out there.... -31 this morning, feeling like -41. Just for you Bing since you Americans use that wacky Fahrenheit system... that's....-24 and -42... which makes no sense whatsoever. How does a change of 10 degrees Celsius equal a change of 18 degrees Fahrenheit, ohhh you crazy Americans, just gotta walk to the beat of your own drum don't ya. And something nice, like when water freezes made easy with a simple 0 degrees Celsius equals 32.. 32! degrees Fahrenheit... it's like they just pull numbers from the air. You wonder why I have to go to a conversion site for those numbers... they make no sense.

Last day of work! Huzzah!! Sick for the holidays! Boo urns!

Yes it is the last day of work, happy news there. Unfortunately I have to stay until 2 and I'm sure all the profs are gonna want to chit chat and make things awkward like give my gifts (it's happened already). Really, I'm touched that they think of me and all, but it kinda makes the nice little professional relationship we have a little pressed. Oh well, I guess the intention is good.

Unfortunately I've got some bad news this Christmas. It appears that my grampa is in the early stages of Alzheimer's. My other grampa had Alzheimer's for about the last 5 years before he passed away, so that sucks. Oh well, he's not doing too bad yet and it means that my grandma and grampa will be going into a home, which is something that should have happened a long time ago so there is some good to be found.

I think pints should be had tonight on that final note.

She says... it helps with the lights out...

...I love Interpol

Why do they put cupholders in Jeep YJ's? Every morning I stop and pickup a coffee and spill half of it all over by the time I get to the University. The problem would be solved if I had one those old skool lids that has the little flappy thing you fold over when it's drinky time, the new phangled (I've decided that should be a ph phangled) lids with the pre-made drinking hole leads to problems involving coffee and the everywhere inside the Jeep.

Did ya all check the Sin City trailer yet? Does it not look soooo good.

Only one more day o' work, happy happy.

Sin City

A movie is being made for Sin City! Sin City is... well, a comic book we'll say. But it's so so much more than guys in spandex and whatnot. In fact I don't think there's any spandex in it unless it's on a stripper. Yes, Sin City is a darker, more mature comic book. Click the link for the trailer. Looks awesome just from the cast alone but the story, colour... I can't wait.

I always get nostalgic...

... when that song... yada yada yada. I like Big Wreck. Sorry.

It is day off work Tuesday... day. A day off is such an unimaginably nice day. Normally I work Tuesday but I thought Yasko's going away was the 20th... cause that's what he thought so I took today off thinking I would be drunken Rhett Nelson last night. I wasn't so it was Christmas shopping Rhett Nelson today. This is the 1st year that I haven't had to buy a girlfriend a present in a number of years and in some ways it's nice.. well it's nice on the bank account but at the same time I kinda miss that extravagent purchase. Oh well, next year... maybe...

Only 4 more sleeps until Santa comes. Happy happy happy.

There's plenty of Milhouse to go around!!11

Ahh... I am sick. I have a cold. I am not happy.

So the weekend is over and we are now in the home stretch to Christmas. The last week of work for many before a short holiday, for some... like that farging bastich Kris, it is already holiday time. The weekend itself was fairly fun all around. Sadly Yasko is now gone and with him any reason to go to Lydia's. Friday was Lyd's and it was fun (despite what Stacey may tell you), Saturday... Saturday was more eventful as for the first time I saw Sean very drunk. I did not partake of the 12 pubs of Christmas as I was just getting sick then and thought I would try to hold that off... in hindsight I wish I had gone and at least had some fun before getting sick. Sean had certainly partaken of the 12 pubs and when we saw him he was on pint 13... actually I would have been lying in a gutter (if I was lucky) by pint 8 so it's probably better I didn't go. Stefan came out from Edmonton to bless us with a fantabulous rendition of Ghostbusters done with younger bro Patrick, who occasionally sang in between periods of gyrating and/or thrusting some part of his body. If this is any indication of what the wedding afterparty will be like, I throughly look forward to it.

Sunday was a day of rest... well, actually it was a day of house cleaning and football. Which was nice but being ill, a nap would have capped it off nicely. Instead I played hockey, which is nothing at all like napping. We played a terrible team and as is my tendency when playing a terrible team in rec hockey, I put in about the least amount of effort evah. A whole lotta coasting. Also for the 3rd straight game I was hit in the right inner thigh with the puck. I am developing an fantastic bruise in one spot... maybe it will eventually calcify which will come in handy for any bull riding I intend to do in the future. You're all welcome to come up with your own joke as far as reasons why opposing teams seem intent on shooting at my inner thigh... I think it's safe to say jealousy is a factor.

It was poker afterwards and it was a night I should have just sat out. I got crap cards all night and ended up losing more than winning. Oh well, dems the breaks.

Enough for now, maybe some more lata.

Grad jackets look funny at university...

Ok, it's kinda stating an obvious but there ya go.

Did y'all see? I'm an international, or intercontinental anyway, bloggo man now? Dats right cuz.... my first post from someone I have absolutely no idea who is. Only that she (I think) can relate in some mysterious way to yoga instructors as well. Ahh... the crypticness of it blends in well with my "this happened but I won't get into it here.." comments. To you... bing... my first unknown poster, please return often!

Ok, enough of celebrating my new found popularity... although that brings up a philosophical issue regarding popularity and blogs... I mean, if you have this much time to post crap about your so-called life on the internet, how popular are you? I'm not going to get into this for fear of deflating my fragile ego, but you see where I'm going. With that I will mention poker last night where Mike has enlightened us that Alfie and Carlos are missing the "hey-day" of computer science. Apparently there are a number of... well... nerds (I calls em' like I sees em') essentially living in the new Spinks building on campus due to marathon Magic: The Gathering games being held. Ahhh... I can see it now, uncounted empty Coke cans and bottles, the occasionally empty Red Bull can brought in by the "hip" comp sci guy, the smell of uncertainty and Doritos in the air, and the sudden cry of "OH MY GOD, HE PLAYED ARCANE DENIAL!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!" (that has actually happened, ask Alfie).

The weekend is here and Alfie would like to get retarded.. ha.. to get retarded, in here... ok enough. There is talk of terrible.... errhm, I mean terribly good karoke happening at Vangeli's on Saturday complete with giant beers and waitresses who... walk well. I believe Stacey and her friend Nadine from Germany will be out. I look forward to some excellent David Hasslehoff tunes because, well Nadine being from Germany obviously loves David Hasslehoff, and for good reason too I might add.

With that I had better be moving along here and continue to pretend I'm doing inventory or something useful on the internet, not just playing poker and dissing computer science guys... and endearing myself to Nadine no doubt.

Count bodies like sheep

I have a question.

Are all male yoga instructors creepy as fuck? Or do they just save their creeptitude up for me? Now that I think of it, many female yoga instructors aren't so much creepy as weird in a wannabe hippie sort of way. I'd probably be more put off by them but for the fact that many of them are ridiculously hot and... limber.

There's nobody here!!

So here I sit, in an empty building at 7am. No one has come for the early morning swim, oh pardon me, 4 people came for it. I ask, is that reason for me to be sitting here bored outta my mind?? I think not!

Carlos and Kris are getting waaaayyy too excited about karoke. Yesterday they waited like a 6 year old on Christmas morning for Dave to get out of bed so as they could practice their pipes. Not only are they looking forward to a New Years party filled with Karoke enjoyment, they plan to blow everyone away who dares step to the mic away. I've heard the Carpenters, be afraid, be very afraid.

It was then to the Yard for soothing beer for the pipes... except for me (I don't sing), it was just beer for me. The Yard has the greatest atmosphere in a pub at the moment with their Christmas decorations up, it's a really great place to hang out right now.

I bit the bullet and called the old flame, as Mike Winter puts it, there is no price too high for piece of mind. Of course Mike was speaking in terms of poker but the concept still holds true. As to be expected, she wasn't home so I left my little message with the DUDE who answered the phone... if he's a significant other and upset cause some strange man with an intensely manly voice called then I guess she shouldn't have said she's in the book. I know she's got a younger brother so perhaps it was he. In any case I feel the ball is now in her court, my work is done.

hee heee heee... upon rereading this before publishing it, I found that I forgot to put the "away" in when I was talking about Kris and Carlos with the karoke. It's a good thing as they were planning on blowing everyone for a minute there... that would not be good. At 7am this is incredibly funny.

Dead air... ummm... dead air.

The Goo Goo Dolls have joined the leagues of bands that I most hate. I know, I know there's more reasons to hate the Goos (as I imagine their fans call them) than there are stars in the sky, but I have just got my hate going now. What caused me to go from being an uncaring, easy-going, non-Goo Goo fan to wanting to see their career fall further down the path trailblazed by Milli Vanilli? They did a cover of a Supertramp song. Supertramp is the musical equivalent of getting kicked in the junk by Christano Ronaldo (it hurts more cause he looks like a fairy).

I have ceased the snow in my Jeep, good news there. It's actually fairly warm in it on the highway now so that is also good news. The problem being that some bonehead who owned it prior to me lost a key piece of weatherstrip leaving a hole the size of my fist. This happened to me before with my other Jeep, the corner weatherstrip is designed so that you can remove it (why I have no idea) and somebody lost it. It can also be replaced but I'll worry about that later, it's patched up for winter now.

Our hockey game ended in a draw last night, no thanks to me who took a high sticking penalty in the overtime. Accidental and had I not clipped his noggin it was breakaway time so kinda tough. I definitely need to get my skating legs back, I should be lighting people up.

*geek moment alert* I picked up the extended Return of the King yesterday, I hadn't realized just how much of that book they changed, but I was reading it at the moment and the differences smack you on the forehead. They should have called it a movie loosely based on The Lord of the Rings. The first one was reasonably close to the book with some exception that I could justify in the interest of length. But from there it's a steady downward climb until you reach the 3rd movie which is nothing at all like the book aside from where some major events take place. Characters have been changed, events changed, many for no apparent reason other than the writers were experimenting with crystal meth at the time. Normally I like the extended versions as they include things that happen in the book but got cut in the interest of time for the movie. In this case, and I haven't watched the 2nd disc yet, there are scenes added, but they're fucked up versions of what happens in the book. I was actually sitting there going, What the fuck?!

Okay there's my geekdom in all it's glory. I'm having the colour of my hair played with, apparently launching me into metrosexualdom... a point I disagree with entirely as I think there is very little metrosexual about me, but meh...

And there's a my little rant... go to www.homestarrunner.com and check out the new Strong Bad email to learn where the title for the post came from.

I catch the beat runnin' like Randy Moss

Ohhh.... tired today, agian. Last night Dave, Carlos, Kris and I went to Lydia's and the Yard for drinks and fellowship. It was a grand time with some good visiting until the wee hours in the morning, hence I am tired this morning.

I had an old flame came to visit last week, having to rush off as the phone at work rang, her parting words were "I should let you work, but I'm in the book so...." why she couldn't add "so call me" is beyond me (damn women) but the general consensus is that I should probably give her a ring sometime this week. As Jaret will testify, I take hints like Santa takes milk and cookies (he never fucking takes them!! 4 glasses of sour milk I've tossed) so I had to enlist the aid of... everyone to figure things out.

Work is getting busy so I am done here.

Un-Freekin'-Believaball!!!11

Iron Mike is stepping into the ring again. Well, he's training for a fight in March, though the tomato can, I mean opponent has yet to be named. At this point it's gotten really sad, I may write a screenplay for the Mike Tyson tragedy yet. The man was heavyweight champion of the world at 19 and with the sudden fame and fortune came bad decisions and "the wrong crowd". Now at... 37ish I think, Tyson owes so much money that he literally cannot afford not to fight. He's been in prison, deserving and undeserving in my mind. Don't get me wrong, he's a rapist bastard but I think he's also been taken advantage of... I don't think he raped everyone who has accused him. Example, the woman who filed against him from a hotel incident also filed the exact same charge against an ex boyfriend a few months prior. Now not to say that couldn't have happened, but the first one was tossed as being fictitious, but Iron Mike had a reputation and all they looked for was a tall tree. Yes I feel sorry for the man. He's made some ridiculously stupid mistakes but he's also been too trusting of the wrong people who have led him down the wrong paths. Mark my words, this man will not die of old age.

Ahhh... exams are now beginning... fuck I hate this time of year. No, not because I have to write or anything, I'm too old and jaded to care about that stuff. What I hate is my little "office" is right on the hallway leading to the gym so I have a bunch of twit first years looking in asking stupid ass questions. There should be a law against stupid people in university, wait there is, well they should enforce the law against stupid people in university. Ugh! commerce girls are here. Has there ever been such an arrogant bunch created? Sorry Joanne, I don't hold you in this grouping. And people feverishly reading notes, do you think you're going to learn something now?? It's too late junior! Ahh... the parade has begun, one by one they walk up and look, like it's the human on display. "ohh look, 28 year old bitter graduate, I wonder what he gets paid to do that, probably just plays solitare". Then there's the profs. I don't know about you but if I'm a paid professor of a university, I might go on a little tour of the campus, particularly if I have a class writing a final in a room I haven't been in. But oh no, particularly Arts & Science and Commerce profs would not stoop so low as to go into a gymnasium in their tenure. So you get these frazzled "intellectuals" feverishly looking about for the gym and inevitably going down the wrong hall. I'd almost like to see a video of this, I've been told at times that I don't hide my feelings very well as far as my facial expressions go, methinks I just gave a look of utter disgust to a pack of giggling blonds. Oh well, they'll understand when they're bitter upper yeared folk.

So maybe we'll see about poker tonight. I've heard rumours of people getting the shakes from withdrawl and poor Mike's scratched his hands raw.

NHL rant

Here I am again pissed off at this whole NHL fiasco. Today Kris Draper, whom I've never liked as a player, did it.

From tsn.ca:

Draper insisted the players should not be on the hook to repair the damage done by Bettman and the owners.
''Bettman's plan was expansion,'' Draper told the Toronto Sun.''He brought in the Floridas and the Nashvilles of the world and now he wants the players to fix it.
''Well I don't think it's right he wants us to fix it.''

There's some unity from the union members! Nevermind the fact that if the league got rid of Florida and Nashville a good 100 or so of his union "brothers" would be out of work. Nevermind the fact that maybe fans in Florida and Nashville are happy to have teams there. You wonder why the majority of fans are siding with the owners, normally the dispised aspect of professional sport. It completely boggles my mind... they want an open market system - no salary cap. But they want guaranteed contracts. Bonehead, there's nothing open about a guaranteed contract. In an open market you essentially are paid for your performance or production, by that reasoning if you don't produce or perform you are paid less or released. Guaranteed contracts prevent that. Now Brian Burke, who I am a fan of, has said that the contracts are not guaranteed, nor have they ever been. What he's talking about is that fact that a player's contract can be bought out and player released. This buy out is expensive though - higher than 50% of the remaining contract - so that's not exactly not guaranteed either. All in all I'm sticking with Guy Lafleur's opinion that the league should just fold and start anew. Screw em', start fresh and make them deal with a salary cap.

Pissed off I say

Soooo tired....

Why you ask? Well Carlos, Alfie, and Patrick know I left for home early from the Yard, why on earth would I be yawning so. Because the fucking fire alarm in my building was going off all night. For about 20 seconds, every 20 minutes to hour and a half, my old school bell fire alarm would go off. Now some may think that the landlord would bust his ass over to fix this immediately, not mine. His reaction was one of, "I'll get to it in the morning". Ass.

So I am surly, surly looks out for surly.

Aside from that, it sounds like Stefan is in town this weekend. Perhaps some Hoo-Ha'dness on Saturday.

December 18th.... the 12 Pubs of Christmas pub crawl. Patrick mentioned this last night, apparently the good Sean Cocks is coordinator of this, I want in!!! Sounds like too much fun. Who else is in? Eh?

Tintin story

A Quebec pediatrician has explained why comic guy Tintin is perpetually youthful. Kinda funny.

Gameday!!11

Gameday, the best day of the week!

So I found a pic of a Tron car on the intronet, some of you have been mailed this pic as it is unmatched in it's awesomeness. If you don't know Tron, you don't know shit.

I found it at the site for a BBC car show called Top Gear, which I will link up on the side. For car fans it's awesome as they test many cars we will never see here, like the AWD GTi, but also normal cars (VW Golf) and crazy cars (Pagani Zonda). I like it because the host guy, Jeremy something, has that wonderful British humour... has a tendency to describe things like the Lamborghini Diablo as handling like a chest of drawers with a huge motor. I have downloaded some episodes, mail me if you are interested in any and we can see what we can do. If you're feeling like downloading some, get the Mercedes S600 test... very funny.

I go to get resume help today, look out world. Hopefully it results in better work as I am in dire need.

Good gracious

It was snowing in my Jeep today. I know, it sounds almost biblical. I think it was the severe wind and a poor seal where the top connects to the windshield. I will make a temporary repair with the gaffa tape... aka Duct tape.

The weekend has been pretty quiet all in all. My aunt and unkle came out today, to escape my cousins who are politely described as "a handful". My unkle is crazy so it's always fun to visit him. Then I went to the Sundog crap - I mean craft, show. Actually there was some pretty cool stuff, nice paintings and whatnot, but my memory will be forever spoiled because I had to grab a biteto eat. I was in line for my "Sundog special Hotdog" - no, not Redneck Gourmet, when the "Egyptian Dancing" was announced for the next stage show. Remember that Simpson's when Homer gets the fat check done at the doctor... the "look at that blubber fly" scene? Yeah, look at that blubber fly. Some ladies are encouraged to bare their midriff and shake what they momma gave em. Others... well, they shouldn't. The old guys though... Wah-Hooo! they was a happy bunch a fellers.

Early warning/preperation to all parties... talk has already begun of the first Edmonton trip of 2005. The weekend of January 22nd is the tentative date (cause I'll be reasonably broke prior to that). Good times in the midst of January, I think we'll all need a break about then.

Hoo-Ha'd

Well, Carlos, Alfie and I went to the Yard for A pint last night... it turned into a pint and 3 pitchers and I was, in the words of Carlos, hoo-ha'd pretty good by the time it was all said and done. Alfred is feeling bad for having missed last weeks excesses so there are plans in the works for more beer fueled mayhem this weekend. God help us all.

There is also talk of another Edmonton trip happening in January to do a whole lot of last weeks trip all over again. Stef, if you read this prepare well!

Alf and I are planning to hit National Treasure this afternoon, yes I know it's supposed to be terrible, what can I say, I want to see it.

Sleepypants Nelson

Ohhh.... I am a tired lad today. Literally just going through the motions on this on, the daily routine post I should call this. Hmmm let's see.

I plan to start swimming next week. I swim not unlike a stone so that should be interesting. If no one hears from me for some time, please look at RUH as I may have had a near death swimming experience.

I haven't received any comments on my pants down pic, curious.

Marco Antonio Barrera won on the weekend, good news there.

What can I say, I got nothing this morning.

Gripe

Ted Saskin is an idiot. For those not in the know, he's the rep guy for the NHLPA. Gary Bettman, who I don't think is brightest bulb, made comments about the league needing restructuring so teams like Calgary and Edmonton can be profitable. Saskin came back with "Calgary made money last year and were in the finals, how can you say they aren't profitable". Bonehead, that's the first time in 10 years the team actually made money, and they weren't supposed to get past the 1st round against Vancouver, nevermind Detroit. Moron.

I had to put that down somewhere.

I finally got on the scoresheet last night, in a losing cause. We played well but came up on the wrong end of a 6 - 4 score. The leg seemed better, maybe 65% for most of the game. Things look up.