Lay... I lay in the long grass...

... so many people, so many peee-pulll blessed.

Well I went and did my book buying at the local used book shops, book prices are getting out of hand, and oh did I find me some gems (super sarcastic there). Ever read one of those books that partway through you're sitting there thinking, "Shit, I could do this". Those are the books I bought. I'm now reading BEAST by Peter Benchley and in doing so I've learned a great lesson for anyone writing a book. Don't constantly refer to other books you've written as though they're fricken amazing. In this case, Benchley - famous(?) for writing JAWS - writes about another huge ass sea creature that is terroizing the Bahamas, this time it's a giant squid. Only it's not just a giant squid, it's pure evil and bad intentions wrapped up in a gargantuan tentically thing. Right away you see the similarities to Jaws, what kills me is that he has his characters refer repeatedly to Jaws after they've decided it must be a giant squid, a conclusion they came to pretty fucking quick as well in my mind - can you say, "gotta throw a hook in here to keep 'em readin'... that's it, huge ass sea monster that's not supposed to exist!". Suddenly every semi-major character is referring to the feeling they got when Jaws came out when they were 5, how people wouldn't swim in lakes, how that stuff can only happen in a book - not "real" life. Pathetic Mr. Benchley. You are allowed one, ONE reference to a previous work in another book and if you've got any sense at all you do it in a tongue in cheek manner so the reader understands that you know you write well, and that other popular work wasn't no thang G as Snoop would say. Instead there's repeated reference to how awesome Jaws was, and I'm only about halfway through it, there could be more to come. All that aside I'm sorta kinda enjoying it, when I shut one eye and ignore the gaping plot holes and references to Jaws, it helps that I've seen the movie that had William Peterson (CSI older guy with the glasses) in the lead role, which incidently enough is similar enough to his CSI role that he does quite well, cept he could swear. Having the movie in my head helps to ignore all the Jaws talk, they had the sense to cut most of it out of the movie, leaving the one reference only.

So I came into work today to discover that one of the mouth breathers has tried to be witty. Oh the fool. I left a note about something that was going happen in the gym yesterday night and being the silly fellow I am, I used the word "gots" in my note, knowing full well that it's not a word but also knowing that any university student should pick up on the meaning and the silliness. Oh how wrong I was. I arrived at work this morning to see that someone has attempted to correct my grammar by circling the "gots" and writing "should be need". Wow. I truly work with pathetic individuals, all the more reason to take a new job. I think I know which dork it was... a while ago he left a note saying something to the effect of "Where are the timesheets" or some sort of question involving the word "where". Only rather than spelling it "where" it was "ware" as in "warehouse". Now this guy is doing grad studies in biblical theology, something that I'm thinkin' involves a fair bit of paper writing. Now I'm fairly easy-going on the mouth breathers, but this guy is an ass... and he wants to be a minister, a guy who can't say anything nice about someone when they aren't present - although a few profs have pointed out that he might be perfect for the church nowadays. Anyway, he had recently pissed me off so I did what any self respecting prick might do, circled the "ware" with a red marker and put a big SP beside it. I thought I erased it before he saw (I'm not that much of a prick) but perhaps not. Anyway, I've left a ridiculing note about sarcasm and missing obvious humour and answered another person's question using quite possibly the worst grammar ever, oh how'd I'd like to beat him down but not yet... not yet.

You'll never believe me sooo....

.... why don't you find out for yourself.

So after reading what I posted yesterday, not the bike stuff, the talkie stuff, I've gone in a made some edits. I apologize for being... well, a dick. I was talking to the guy fixing the washer as I posted and apparently the good humoured ribbing I intended to give Mike and the basketball guys actually came up as prickish talk. Damn these blogs and their... internetness. Anyway, I put in some edits in a weak attempt at clarification.

I have been offered a job, not the medical sales job I was looking for, but something I may take anyway to do in the meantime. I will talk about it to you all when I can to see your opinions on the matter... basically I have trouble taking a job knowing full well I could and would leave in a month... but at the same time it might be 8 or 10 months before something else comes, hence the desire for outside opinions.

I finished reading The Count of Monte Cristo, very good of course it is a classic so... I guess you'd expect it to be good. Once again I was blown away by how much a movie could change a book... absolutely nothing alike. I remember Jason telling me as much, but I still enjoyed the movie, it was also a good story just not as good as the book. I must go buy more books today, I have nothing to read. I'm actually planning on embarking on a journey through some utter trash as literature goes... the subway books except in this case it will be the crazy huge shark and other sea creatures books. Yes.. put a dinosaur or a friggen huge sea creature into a book or movie and I will come. It's my guilty pleasure and don't get all uppity with me, I just finished Monte Cristo and before that Moby Dick (well... that is a giant sea thing, but they call it a classic... and if it's good enough for "they" then by god, it's good enough for me) so this means I've earned some mindless dribble to read for a bit, the brain needs candy too! In case you're wondering I'll be picking up something called MEG by Steven Alten... about a Megalodon (huge ass great white shark essentially, died out about - well there's debate, roughly 50,000 to 500,000 years ago) that somehow survived and is of course eaten stuff. Notice that doubles the huge shark AND dinosaur guilty pleasures. This Alten guy has more books like this one so I'll check out some other ones and the other is... Benchley's Jaws. I've wanted to read this for awhile, liked the movie, but from what I've heard this may be a rare case where a movie outdoes a book. Of course considering the content of the book this shouldn't really be a surprise. Jaws ain't no Illiad or Monte Cristo. Anyway, I'm reading my trash and then eventually getting to the Da Vinci Code, although that's kinda trash too but it's gooder trash (trash allows poor language, it's part of it's charm). Apparently there's a illustrated version of the book with the actual pictures to aid in the story telling, I might pick that one up to get the full effect.

Look at that damn exhaust!! That's factory, awesome. 

This is the MV I likely would but (were it I could... need that job!!) 

This is the MV I'd like to be able to buy... $48,000 - $52,000 USD though. 

I can go...

... with the flow. I actually quite enjoy the Queens of the Stoneage.

Welcome to what one British psychologist says is the most depressing day of the year. I don't know bout you, but if the high is around +4, I ain't gonna be too depressed. There's an oddly attractive ed class in the gym this morning too, Erin's sister is in it I believe.

I am sore today. Two hockey games yesterday, the second with only 3 subs and I'm a beaten man. Tweaked a groin muscle in the first one to boot so that felt fantastic for the second game.

The first great poker tourney of 2005 was held on Saturday and once again... by utter FLUKE!! Mike "that prike" Winter managed to defy all logic and the law of universal justice to win once again. Mike... you had your jacket on preparing to leave the house... 4 consective cards to get a straight, there is no justice. I was the 5th remaining out of 16 (I think, might have been 18) so I was happy with my performance. Of course 5th means no money so it's not quite good enough. *edit* Oops, got too caught up in good natured bashing that it was turning into bad natured. Mike did play quite well, he got lucky at the right time but he did have the skill to go all in with decent cards. After the one big win he took over the table so... *sigh*... props to Mike for playing some good poker.

There is also room to celebrate as the basketball team of Dave, Mike, Kris, and Alfie managed to win their first game of the season... there is more guys on the team, those are just the ones I know. Actually that's too bad, if they had 4 guys their record might be more understandable. *edit* ouch... It should be mentioned that Dave, Kris, Alf, and Mike have done all in their power to win but I've heard tell of a certain Kwayyzeee (yes that's not how you spell it, it actually starts with a Q which completely baffles me) and another fellow who's apparently prone to taking bad shots and turning the ball over repeatedly who seem to be doing all in their power to thwart the aforementioned quattros efforts.

That's about it, when I'm home I think I'll post pics of the bike I will one day own.... I must have it!!!

The most incredible bike ever.

I watched I Robot last night and it has become one of my favourite movies, not because of anything to do with story, plot, or acting but because Will Smith rides a 2004 MV Augusta F4 SPR.... absolutely beautiful, they now make a 1000, I'm buying one exactly 10 months after I start a med sales job.

You are the last drink...

... I never should have drunk, you are the body, hidden.. in the trunk
Pulp writes some of the greatest anthems evah!! See: Common People for any doubters.

I've spent the last two days at work playing with the appearance of el bloggo deluxo, I think it's coming along, particularly now that Carlos has enlightened me as to what the hell hex colour code is.

Oh what to say... it is almost Robbie Burns day and therefore also my opportunity to don a kilt for the pure pleasure. My family has a smidgen of Scottish blood in it to which my sister clings to with a grip of death, but she plays the bagpipes and does all those sorts of things so it's reason enough for me to go kilted to Burns night. This also means that I shall be kilted for the night out on Saturday... y'all better come out for this, it shall be a blast. It is also my firm belief that any Brennan who happens to have access to a kilt should join me in kilted revelry.

SMOKE SOME FAGS AND PLAY SOME POOL, PRETEND YOU NEVER WENT TO SCHOOL!! pure gold.

Went skating yesterday with a pretty lady, t'was fun but I think I might be playing the part of homewrecker or something... methinks some dude weren't happy about my helping to teach her to stop and her teaching me to swim. I shall endevour to find out for certain today but mine instincts are that I'm inadvertantly being a bastard. I kinda like being a bastard though.

You're so cute when you're frustrated...

... dear... and you're so cute when you're sedated... dear - Interpol is an incredible band but when you actually listen to the lyrics they seem a little... off

Bad news... it is a sad day for the blogging world and the masses that religiously attend to bloglos. There has been a malfunction of sorts and for the time being... bloglos will not be online. GASP! I know, sucks don't it. Carlos has informed me that his power supply has kicked the proverbial bucket and bought the proverbial farm (that's a pretty active power supply) resulting in a, as the tech guys say, fucked computer. The extent of damage is presently unknown but hopefully the work put into bloglos is undamaged.

Well my damn Jeep screwed me again. This time it wouldna start Saturday night, so no fun times for me. Not sure if it's my battery or my blockheater or both... likely both with my luck. When it runs it's awesome... when not... it's been given the finger and told just how much it sucks lately.

Now she's gone...

... and love burns inside me..

I'd like to draw all your attention to the weather network website which currently has next Wednesday's temperature as -13. If you'll refer to the post titled "How High...", posted on Thursday, January 13th, you'll see that I am amazing.

That is all.

Get out the way...

... Bitch, get out the way...

Got rid of that silly pet thing. If it hadn't been saying stupid crap like "Cool as a cucumber baby" I may have kept it. Sorry bing, I likes cats and all but my cat don't say I could cheer up a bit all the time. Funny that it should say that actually, you think the programmers looked at the majority of blogs and seeing that they mostly contain the thoughts of, as Steph put it, people who've "listened to too much Alice in Chains" and are basically lamenting their existance and thought, "well hell, we might as well say they gotta cheer up regularly". Hmmmm..... wonder if they're in league with those weather people...

How high...

... whoa I could kiss the sun.. yes my post titles are lines from whatever I'm listening to at the time.

The craptastic Elektra movie currently has a rotten tomatoes rating of 0%, fair number of reviews for that too. Not surprised, she was the worst part of Daredevil in spite of Ben Affleck.

For some strange, (read: creepy) reason, the lights in the faculty mens washroom are always dimmed after the noon hour swim. I know it's brightly lit prior to the noon swim, but when I go in there to put my key away, half the lights are off. Now the switches aren't located in places where they might be accidentally bumped off, no they are turned off. Not all mind, it's not like some possessed man is turning the lights off in a "last one out" type situation. No no, it's only half to create a dimness, a certain moodiness shall we say.

Finally.. my weather forecaster conspiracy theory.
It is my firm belief that there is a conspiracy among such entities as Enivronment Canada and The Weather Network to lie to us about the weather in an effort to keep spirits up during the cold 2nd half of winter to prevent depression and the subsequent madness that undoubtedly would ensue. If you'll notice, about halfway through January, after the thrill of snow again after the hot summer, after the excitement of Christmas, after the recovery of New Years, the forecast will always call for better weather in six days. Example, today it's a high of a balmy -31, in six days (Wednesday) the high is -2. In three days time the high for Wednesday will have dropped to -13 and by the time Wednesday comes we'll be lucky if it hits -21 but six days from then it will be -4. But for the time we have the thought that, "just get through these couple of days and next week will be better", so we don't lose our sanity and move to Vancouver or Arizona. Every year it's like this but the higher ups have been keeping it hush hush, until a really bored guy at work reveals it to the world on a blog. I expect men with one finger on their ear and black suits to be rushing to the education building now.

We've found your weakness...

... and it's right outside your door, now TESTIFY!

Today is kicking ass!! Taking names!! Punking out!!

Why you ask? Because last night Carlos, in his seemingly endless wisdom offhandly mentioned that he was parking underground today. Quickly my brain scanned through parking at the U of S and behold! The underground parking at the agriculture building. Of course, why hadn't I thought of this, although the weather hadn't been stupidly cold yet... at least not so much that my vehicle sitting unplugged for 7 hours was going to be bad. But there it was, and the cost is only 2 bucks more than I would have paid anyway... for the warmest underground parking in Saskatoon. It's mornings like this that make me smile. So my little Jeep will be oh so happy... until such time as I drive it home to sit freezing all night.

I'ma do a quick rant on Saskatoon radio here... Saskatoon dj's suck balls. Yes that's vulger but frankly, it's required. I got to work this morning and flipped on the radio, the news was on and most Saskatoon stations (the ones that don't play that crappy country musik) all use the same news and weather people, surprise surprise as they're all owned by the same company... Rawlco, which is another name for the devil. Anyway, I didn't know which station it was, either C95 - top forty I believe is their format, or 102 - crappy old rock. I soon discovered it was 102 complete with mulleted moron Mark Loveshack. This guy's a complete fucking ass. If everyone one day was allowed to just walk up to someone and punch him/her in the face, just once, with no reprecussions, this man would die of severe beating... that many people hate him. And yet here he is on morning radio. So he says some asinine thing and promptly puts on Supertramp's Dreamer. Who the fuck ever liked Supertramp and why were they allowed (how for that matter) to procreate. Secondly, why in 2005 is fucking Supertramp played religiously on Saskatoon radio? Is the CEO of Rawlco a founding member of Supertramp, lord knows if it weren't for radio this crap would thankfully never be heard aside from the band members mother's basement. This brings me to my second tirade on music played by "Rock" 102, Spaceship Superstar. I don't know who sang Spaceship Superstar, but to say they should have been severly flogged is being merciful. How did this crap even get recorded is my question. "I've got a solar powered laser beam guitar" what the fuck is that, and why is it played daily on any radio anywhere? So then I quickly flip over to C95 whose dj's I don't carry such intense hatred for (I won't go into my feelings for the dispicable creature known as "Uncle Mark" on 102's afternoon period, safe to say that my dream of the punch in the face would change to a kick in the junk, and it'd change from once to many many times) one reason alone is I don't actually mind Dave Scharf's innane comments, the fact he's a big time poker player smooths things too. But no, no safety there, as Shauna... who I have no opinion of, starts talking about some new t.v. show she's hooked on. Now I'll be honest, there's been a couple new shows set to premier, I think they have now actually, that I was a little curious about. Obviously I didn't see either one but I thought it might be one of those she was referring to. It wasn't. It was some new stupid ass reality show, finding the next Martha Stewart. How fucking pathetic is that. I'm not getting into my views of reality tv, but put it this way, I think it's really really sad that a person's life can be so lame that they have to sit at home in their living room and watch someone else's life. Gah!... go for a walk or something, buy a puzzle, get a dog, hell play solitare, just do SOMETHING.... don't just sit there and be excited because the next season of The Apprentice is starting the next day. You wonder why people are getting out of shape, they sit on the couch watching fit people's lives. So there's only a tenth of my hatred for radio in Saskatoon.

Ok, I'm alright now. Education classes are weird. Yes Patrick, weird. There is a number of mid-twenty year old students throwing pennies in the hallway. I have no idea why, but it is part of the class.

Well now that I've ranted I think I need to chill for a bit, some cute ladies are part of that penny throwing experiment and seem to be looking for... assistance.

Remember what ol' Dirty said...

..."I'll FUCK yo ass up!" props for da Woo Tang der (Coach Z voice, I know it's not Woo)


Well, my tired ass is gonna post something.. a little sumpin' sumpin'... back back and forth and forth, as we go... ok enough.

I was on the phone for 5 hours last night, any wagers with who? I'm not unhappy by any stretch though, don't mistake my sleepiness for apathy.

hoooo..... ok, poker last night, won money - as any self-respecting rock would. In other news, some bad news on the Edmonton trip front, it sounds like we've been knocked back to February for a possible trip. I have more reason to go now so I really want to make this trip again sometime.

I have decided to have some facial hair and thus get some thuggness back in my look after getting my tooth replaced. The down side is this: I actually have to shave more often now than when I didn't have facial hair, which seems entirely wrong. The problem is that some whiskers look silly when you have a bushy chin... damn.

Vat else... oh, I got my first classic hockey injury in a long long while. It occurs when an opposing player hooks you with their stick. Now it's not just a wrap the blade of the stick around some part of the body and pull... no no, that would be a penalty. What it is, is taking the stick and sharply tugging on some part of the body with just the tip of the blade. The stick isn't in contact with the body before the hook, causing a fair bit of pain and sometimes a cut. As it is, you're always left with a nasty red welt in the shape of a stickblade, this time across my stomach for me. You usually don't get them in rec hockey because guys don't know how to do them, I only do it when for some reason I don't like a player, which isn't often. Anyway, I was a little happy to find a 4 inch wound after the game, brought me back to old times.

Wow, am I tired. I just rambled a paragraph on the mechanics of a hockey injury. Sleep ist needed.

Call on meee....

... spin spin sugar...

Well, went to Herr Doctor and discovered... well, likely discovered my foot problem. It appears I have somehow managed to pull interosseal muscles in my foot. My doctor has no idea how I managed to do this and neither do I, all I know is that it hurts. I say likely discovered because he did take x-rays and I go back to him next week to see what is what. Nice to know it weren't in my head.

So today is tire day, my mechanic didn't have time to put em on yesterday so this afternoon I will put those on, happy day there. On the work side... *sigh* I work with some of the finest mouth breathers at the University of Saskatchewan. Ya ever have to put a note up for someone that while you're writing it you can't help but wonder if this person pays attention to the pre-flight announcement to learn the intricate workings of a seatbelt buckle? The kind of person who when you tell the CD-ROM drive tray is a cupholder, will actually believe you and think that Bill Gates guy is so thoughtful, since he's the obviously the one who invented anything to do with computers. That's the guy I get to work with. Ask me how some mornings are.

Anyway, there's my griping for this morning. Did everyone see or hear the Ashley Simpson booing incident? Perhaps now we know why she was lip synching on SNL... remember that Simpson's where they make the boy band out of Bart, Milhouse, etc.. and use the "Insta-voice" or something machine to make them sound good? Ya, funny how it was a show called the Simpson's and she's a Simpson as well. I sorta kinda a little feel bad for her because she's young and apparently was quite shocked when the predominantly college aged crowd booed the hell out of her. I don't feel that bad though because, well frankly have you listened to those lyrics? That was waiting to happen.

It's like this and like that and like this and uh...

... It's like that and like this and like that and uh.. gotta love the Snoop Dogg from back in the day. Thanks to yet another Grand Theft Auto game for reminding me of old songs.

So I'd like you all to take notice of my pet down on the right below the links. Bing has one on one of her many blogs and I thought it looked kinda neat... we'll see what it starts saying, it may very well have to be put down if it's not being good.

So I'm pleased to say that I have all of my teeth again, hooray... admit it, you all wish you could say "I have all my teeth again" once in your life. Ohh the jealousy of the non-thugged out masses. Okay so maybe I'm stretching it a bit there. Anyway, my dentist, Dr. Underwood - anyone needing a dentist should go see him, he's very good, did a great job on the falsy. I can hardly wait to smile normally at that tattooed Yard girl... cometh to me... Speaking of which, pints tonight? Yes? Celebrate the almost Friday of the first week of 2005?

I got called about a job in Prince Albert yesterday at a physio clinic. Apparently the guy pulled my name of some internet site and is interested in me. Not sure what to make of it, there's been some pretty big changes in the world of exercise therapy, changes that will likely result in less pay for moi. I'm sending him my resume today but I'm thinkin I'm not going to be accepting anything.. unless he'll pay me like $22 an hour at least, very unlikely. Nice to know someone finds me appealling in the work force though.

What's next... oh, going to get my foot checked today. For those of you who don't know about my falling apart body, ever since my surgery my right foot has been really sore and I don't know why. If I squeeze it at all it says "Oh no no no, not good" and this affects pretty much everything. Example, if I tie my skates even mildly tight it aches, hell if I tie my shoes tight it hurts and makes sports difficult. I'm falling apart.

I'm also hoping to put tires on my Jeep today, depending on if my mechanic has time. That'll be nice to not have to check for flats everytime I start it.

All alone I fall...

... to pieces... I like this band.

So there was a wind chill warning all night last night and again this morning, and I walked again. -44 only today though so it ain't no thang.

There's been a lot of hype about Sandra Bullock donating $1 Million and Steven Spielberg donating $1.5 million to relief efforts after the tsunami, and this is very good and generous of them. But now I have to blow a horn for a guy I'm a big fan of who hasn't been receiving any sort of notice for his efforts. Michael Schumacher, Formula 1 driver for Ferrari, has donated $10 MILLION!! Wow, well done there... he alone donated 1/8th of what Canada as a country did, good for him.

Not much more to say now, Bing has informed me that as a Dragon in the year of the... what is it the year of this year anyway? Well anyway, I'm apparently supposed to do well this year particularly in the love department... d'ja hear that? Lock up your daughters/sisters!

My pops bought a 12V compressor to help to pump up my flat, of course I pumped some air into it then promptly fell asleep on the couch so I must finish my inflating today after work. Walking hasn't been bad anyway and saving the $5 bucks for parking is nice... more money for poker!!

We get these rules to follow...

... how they stick in your throat.

Ohhhh.... the first day back to work in the new year post. I'm so excited.

So last night I go to watch the mighty Fighting Cocks Football Club, a team I'm supposed to a member of if only both of my legs worked, when to my shock and dismay I found I had a flat tire. It was fine Sunday night... but sometime in the course of Monday it went completely flat. I'm going to attempt to take it to a tire shop and see if it can be repaired, but I'm not to optimistic about that. Suckola. So instead of watching soccer action I got to sit at home and think on the fact that in 2 days, my Jeep has twice screwed me over. If this is any indication of what 2005 has in store for me, I'm going to sleep for the next 360 days or so.

I just realized this story gets better, after walking my frozen ass to school/work... whopping -45 today with the windchill -34 before, I got here to find that no lifeguard showed up so those annoyingly cheery early morning swimmers had nothing to do. This also means that I didn't need to be walking along at 6:30am, happy camper I am not.

Wow, first day back to work and already ranting, I need a vacation.