"You have a weblog?" "Yeah! It's just like being a real journalist but you don't have to worry about things like deadlines or facts!"

3.31.2005

Probably doing Ho stuff...

...cause there you Ho again!

Ahhh Ludacris, responsible for so many fun songs.

So I am off to Regina this weekend where I will theoretically find out if I have a girlfriend or not, I think I already do but… long story. Anyway, her name is Candice, she’s doing her Ph.D. and she’s incredibly gorgeous.. Rhett is a lucky man.

That’s my fun news, in not so fun news… long story there too but I’m contemplating another 4 years of school, ugh!

My final note is that once again blogger screwed me, no reach around either. So on the advice of Bloglos (is there any end to his knowledge?) I have taken to using Word and then transferring it to blogger. Take that ya fookin’ prostitute!

3.29.2005

C'mon baby stop your cryin'

Some musings from the news...

The woman charged with aggravated sexual assault against a Canadian army guy says she's a "respectable woman" in an interview today. She's unhappy with how the media is painting her as Queen Slut of Whore Island and says that's just not the case. She has a 14 year old son afterall. Here's a brief rundown of her history"

- contracted HIV in the same manner as she's accused, partner didn't tell her he was carrying
- was... well, committed for a time to a woman in the US - they did the whole commitment ceremony dealie. Left her when she found herself attracted to men again.
- met a Canadian forces guy, disclosed her HIV status on date #2, they got married, are now seperated
- recovering alcoholic, fell off the wagon and proceeded to make sweet love to current army guy, army guy says she didn't tell him she was carrying, she says she was.

There's the history, here's my question. You're accused of having drunken sex with a soldier you met that night on an army base while on your vacation away from your 14 year old son. Do you really think much of the public thought of you as a "respectable woman" prior to hearing accounts that you tended to hang around the said army base flirting all time? Sorry ma'am, you may not be guilty of what you are accused of, that's for the court to decide, but don't try to tell me you're miss upstanding citizen... you screwed an Army guy the first night you met him, you can't really butter that up to sound any less dirty dear, welcome to Whore Island ya dirty pirate hooker!

What else we got here... ahh yes, can't go a day without reading more about Terri Schiavo. She's still alive as the gruesome deathwatch continues. Now they say they will do an autopsy to determine how much brain damage was done. One point that I think has been entirely overlooked is the fact of how she had a heart attack in the first place. Her heart stopped due to an eating disorder. In this day and age of pro-anorexia websites and crap, maybe someone should mention that this is what an eating disorder can do to you. I'm not sure if she was Anorexic but no one eating disorder is better than another. My opinion, as I am an opinionated ass... I would hate to live like that, essentially she's not living, she's just alive and there's a huge difference. The family is saying she can improve.. folks, it's been 15 years there's improvement and there's waiting for evolution. It's come out that the hubby with held monies that were supposed to be used for her recovery and improvement... well if that's the case then he's a bastard but maybe something should have been done about it say 10 years ago. This belief that she responds... I just don't buy it. I'm not a doctor and I have no credentials here but when they say she smiles and whatnot.... guys she's severely brain damaged, you could probably walk in telling her she's a horrible horrible pirate hooker that you were going to punch in the baby maker with a huge smile on your face like you were saying all happy shit and she'd respond all happy too... that's not responsive, that's reactive. Oh well.... I just hope everything works out for the best for everyone.

On the second shot she died.

Ahhh... it's been awhile since I posted on this... this unwanted, ugly stepchild of a server. Yes I'm talking to you blogger, if that is your real name. I'm still bitter about the post that was lost... it was the best post in the world and alas, it is no more. Waaaaaaaaaa.....

Alright, pull yourself together...

Well here's a bit of a blurb on all that has happened since the black day when my post was lost forever. Jaret and I went to the legends hockey game. It was good, got to see the difference between a good player and a naturally talented player... good players can be made with hard work and physical fitness.. a naturally talented player is always good, even when they're in their 50's and don't have the size/speed, there was some really impressive plays out there. It was also great because Don Johnson.. a figure skater by that name not he of Miami Vice fame, skated he's withered old ass off. He's 64 and was the first to land a triple lutzed sow cow looped thinga ma bobber... whatever. Anyway, after watching Mr. Johnson skate his withered self with visions of broken hips dancing almost as face as he, Jaret and I decided he was in fact a robot. So catch the legends hockey next time it comes round so you can watch some robotic Don Johnson skating his ass off action.

There was a memorable poker night... the bluffing of Carlos, quite possibly the greatest moment in poker history although the night Alfred dubbed a hand "The Winter Supremacy" will always be a favourite of mine.

I went to Regina with Sarah, met up with Patrick and Rosie there. Watched my first soccer match with those rabid, recently loosed from some psych ward Celtic fans in an Irish pub. That was an experience in itself. I have to say... finesse is not really a part of the Celtic game, it's all push push, hit, kick, bite, attack... very different from watching most EPL or Champions League matches. Don't get me wrong though, not different bad or different not as good, just different. I also had a date in Regina whilst there (actually the main reason I went really, though something different was nice for a change and the Guinness flowed and flowed...). The date went really well... I'm not certain but I think I might have a girlfriend. Yeah I know, it's probably something I should know but... well I'm stupid y'see. I'm planning to go down this weekend, though securing lodging is proving to be slightly more difficult than anticipated due to problems with my sis and her boyfriend's siblings. I needs must go down though as this girl is gorgeous in the "oh my god (jaw on floor)" sorta way.

And other than that... not much new. Been spending an odd amount of time at home now, chatting with the... I dunno, maybe girlfriend? So not many stories to tell. My biggest news aside from Regina girl is that I'm likely going to be doing another degree. I've had a change of heart about my current direction and think more school is the remedy. I will be going into the healthcare field again.

3.22.2005

A Quick un

Just a quick note for a great quote by the always quotable Carlos Bustos, when discussing the weather and the various weather channels/networks.... "I could run the weather channel with a computer and a window!". It's funny cause it's true.

3.21.2005

Worst. Day. Ever.

I had a kickass post done up, then blogger or my connection fucked up and it was lost before being published. Well, in the transition from hitting the publish button I got a "cannot find server" message. In a vain attempt at getting it I published the empty create a post and discovered that just an empty post came up to which the biggest loser in the entire world left the comment "Interesting"... yes you "Drive by Poster" are a complete moron, fuck off. Yes I'm really choked about losing this particular post... I will try to recall all I had written but I'm too ticked off just now. I wish Drive by Poster was here so I could give 'em a Drive by kick in the head.

3.17.2005

Yummy...

Down on this, down on this, down on this....

mmmmm... I'm liken the ed cur class today.....

....mmmmmm........

3.16.2005

Like's short and hard...

... like a bodybuilding elf. -- one of the greatest lines ever in music, thank you Jimmy Pop Ali


Work today has sucked, just sucked.

I have to make this post though because I was subject to the worst, most base form of humour going today, brought on by the advances made in technology and perpetrated by people with no actual wit or sense of humour, nevermind intelligence barring computer use. Today's nemesis.. the Photoshop humour!

I should have been tipped off when watching Conan O'Brien last night I saw it. He did a piece wherein he shows ads from various newspapers, etc. from around the U.S. This is an old gag started by Johnny Carson I think, made memorable for Saskatchewan folks by David Letterman when he unleashed the power that was Dick Assman on the world, those bits were funny though as they were actual typo's or omissions made by some printing source, or else just poor wording. Conan though... Conan, who I love, don't get me wrong, but Conan simply took any normal add and photoshopped in a caption to make it funny. The problem is, it's so obviously a forgery that it loses it's comedic value. An example... an ad for tools with a picture of a hacksaw among other standard tools with the caption added alongside the hacksaw reading, "The saw of choice for the Gatti family". It's just not as good as the typos. Now however... the meek and witless have gotten their Cheetos stained hands on it resulting in the latest trend, coming soon to a Fwd: near you... the billboard gags! Billboards and signs used to be funny when you found the odd one that seemed to convey another message. The classics, "Pork, the one you love", "Beer, Shotguns, Wedding Dresses" out front a Texas gas station/convenience store, and my personal favourite taken outside a strip club "50 hot women and 1 ugly one". Pure gold. But today I got a forward for signs only to discover that it was simply a collection of some moron's display of how adept they were with photoshop. Billboards that simply can't exist because there is no actual use for them... a huge ass billboard, the type you see along side a freeway or notifying you that McDonalds is only 35mins away in North Battleford, this sign though showing an outdoor cafe or something with half the bilboard blacked out reading "If drinking and driving is illegal, why do bars have parking lots". Fuck you Johnny Photoshop! That's a lame ass rhetorical joke pulled from a coffee perks and shopped into some poor unsuspecting billboard. The picture has nothing to do with the message and the message is fucking dumb! You are not funny, stop what you are doing and shut your testicles in a cupboard door as punisment. If a cupboard door is not available then seek someone to shoot you with a BB gun. Repeatedly. If Johnny Photoshop is actually Jenny Photoshop then... and those playing poker last night know it's coming.... you're a dirty pirate hooker, go back to Whore Island where you will recieve your punch straight to the baby maker!

Those who haven't seen Anchorman think I'm an ass.. well maybe some others do too, say the meek photoshoppers. Those who have seen Anchorman are too busy shaking with laughter... DIRTY PIRATE HOOKER!! I'LL PUNCH YOU IN THE WOMB!!

3.14.2005

Sleep now in the fire!...

A quick note on the excellent parteee that was had on Friday night. Great great times were had, highlighted by senor Bustos destroying "My Way"... Carlos officially owns that song now, a member of the Saskatoon mega band Streetnix singing his heart out (possibly his testicles too but I ain't checkin'), Siobhan gracing us with her beautiful voice and the lovely Sarah doing an amazing job of Madonna's "Holiday"... just uncanny, though her decision that I should sing "Pour Sugar on Me" calls into question her sanity, but I think the intentions were good.. not sure how, but good nonetheless. Oh, there was also the expected Brennan ass grabbing, or rather grabbing of ass by the expected Brennan.

The rest of the weekend sucked, but Friday was so good that it just didn't matter.

Who controls the past now...

controls the future..

I've spent part of this morning reading about various bloggers who were fired for blogging in one relation to another about their job. This of course sent pangs of guilt down my spine for using terms such as "slak-jawed" to describe my co-workers. Then I remembered where I work and the pangs disappeared, but nonetheless I got to reading about some of these individuals and one in particular caught my eye. It also made me wonder how the person responsible for tardblog has stayed gainfully employed.

Some lady, using that term loosely, was fired from an airline for posting pics of herself in her uniform on her blog. Reading this I thought, "how do you get fired for that, it doesn't sound too bad" thinking of a pic of a smiling face in a work outfit. Oh how wrong I was. The woman in question went on to fight for her rights to bloggy, and fail in that fight. Now she's fighting for my rights as a blogger, words cannot describe how happy I am about this. So I was curious of these pics, thinking "something is amiss... or awry.. or.. um, wrong". Lo and behold there was a link to her blog, which maintains in an effort to fight the power. There they were, the damning pics in question.... OH YOU STUPID MUTHA FUCKA! Making it sound like it was just lil' ol me in my uniform, why oh why whould you fire me??? Ok, in one pic, the said uniform is unbuttoned or unzipped or however the fuck a flight attendates outfit goes together to the navel as you lean over a seat showing your bra and boobs! I gotta quote for you miss..."THE MILK'S GONE BAD!" In other pics she's stretched out on the seats in a lame attempt to look sexy with the legs and all... ugh! Chances are you're former employer wouldn't have been upset about a pic of you in uniform, but lame sexy poses taken inside an actual plane are probably not what they were looking for by way of advertising. Pardon, unless the airline was "Dirty Whore Airways.. where we send your satisfaction into the stratosphere!". But this person has the nerve to be upset at her "wrongful dismissal". So that's who's fighting for my employee rights... sad really.

3.11.2005

I came.. I saw..

... I hit 'em right dead in the jaw...


Ahhh the big post numbah two! It is Siobhan's birthday party day afterall so the occasion demands a double post. Of course it's just more of my innane rambles so... perhaps the occasion should demand I shut my cake hole but I'm feelin' good so two posts it shall be.

More book comments. I've discovered something not so good about reading the works of a talented writer. I hate one of the characters in the book. Hate 'em. Nice subway book, you never really care one way or another about the characters, they're not the ones driving the story, the plot is so it's all sorta meh about the whole thing. This though... when it's a character driven story, you can develop serious dislikes for characters and just read on to see them fail, hopefully. Right now I'm reading the view of Jack Prescott, Oxford student, son of a traitor, and complete prat. I hate 'em. Most arrogant, annoying bastard ever. It's nice though cause you see him falling into oh so many traps... hee heee.... I shall laugh at your demise.

Today is my big get together day.. everyone wish me well, thanks.

Jetsgo went under today, surprise surprise. The answer to the question of "How can an airline survive with $1 flights?" they can't, thanks for playing.

Who else thinks that the trial going on is complete proof that Micheal Jackson is clinically nuts? Actually Stefan would be the man to ask but if you ask me... all accusations aside, he's really fuckt. He's late for a court appearance because of a "bad back" and shows up with all his make up on in pyjamas? What guy is like 40 or however old he is and wears PJ's anyway? People on sitcoms and made for tv movies, and that's it. You remember how in Men in Black all these famous musicians and such were actually aliens... ya you see where I'm going, but as far fetched and unbelievable as it is, if I had to name one person on this planet that I thought just maybe could be from another planet.. old Jacko'd be the guy. That face... the actions... he's a dying alien that's what he is.

Yesterday was my day of complete and utter moronism. And to further my moronism, I'm going to tell anyone who reads my blog all about just how dumb I can be. I went home to mom and dads yesterday to do laundry and clean up my Jeep, cause... well.. I have a date and wanted it to be clean. Also because suddenly the fact that not more than 2 people could fit in my Jeep has been a problem on a couple of occasions recently. So I did a top notch cleaning and in doing so.. I was taking a lot of crap and other stuff out of the Jeep and setting it aside in parts of my dads garage until it was emptied right out. So I did my big clean, looked great. Visited mom and pop for awhile then went to leave. Ran up and picked up some stuff for dad at the co-op and washed the Jeep, came home to drop off what he wanted and apparently locked my door, leaving my locked and running Jeep in the driveway. I say apparently because I had a lot on my mind and was in a hurry so I don't recall locking the door, obviously I did though. So then I discovered how to break into my Jeep.. it took me 15mins to figure out and I'm sure I could bring that number down with practice... what a secure vehicle. I got on the road and drove home realizing when I pulled into my parking spot at my building that in my earnest cleaning I had placed my house keys on the workbench and in my rush to leave, I'd left them where I had set them. So yes... back out to Warman, uhg.. whatta night.

A final note: The Roots song Guns are Drawn has grown on me and I now quite like it... took awhile and it used to annoy me but now I ignore the annoying part and enjoy the song.

Somebody broke in and cleaned out yo crib boi whatchu gon doo...

.. Act a Fool..

GRAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHUUUUUUU!

Today I've been in a good mood until one double U Wray Morrison popped onto the radio and pissed me right off. So here now is my scathing remarks for Wray.. which I am positive is not his real name. I've tried to locate an address where I could contact him directly... oddly enough all Rawlco radiostations in Saskatoon are not listed on the net.. hmmmm, guess they know they're hated.

So W Wray Morrison. First off, the name. What the fuck is W Wray Morrison? Some of you may have noticed that I will spell my name Wrett on occasion, this comes from a suggestion by Alfred, for the humour value of it. But some fucking radio dork using it for his name? I'm sorry, I just can't believe that his parents named him Wray. Look at it. The other reason I believe this is that Saskatoon has a reputation for sports casters using aliases... see Roger Millions.. pfft, millions.. ass. Secondly... the man is a buffoon! Total and complete moron. There are a number of examples to cite but in the interest of brevity, I'll stick to his words today. On describing the mood of Rider fans after the news of contract extensions given to Gene Makowski, Reggie Hunt, Kenton Keith, and Nealon Greene combined with the signing of Marcus Crandell... Rider fans are feeling pretty good about the potential of this team after being unhappy with the loss of Henry Burris but with the resignings, things are looking good for the coming season. What fucking game are you watching dumbass? Ok... to start, Marcus Crandell. I don't have a particular dislike for Crandell, I actually thought he should have been starting in Calgary last year but Dunigan had a hard on for the other guy, whoever the fuck he was, he'll pop up in the arena league soon, cause he sure ain't gonna be in Calgary this year. The problem is.. HE WAS A BACKUP TO A CRAPPY QB!!! And now this guy's supposed to make me excited? Maybe if he was a young guy with a lot of potential, oh! he's not... he's a vet. Well maybe his stats weren't bad, hmmm..... ok, limited playing time, ya... 7 TD's... ok that could be alright.. 16 Interceptions, WHAT! That's terrible. All this though I'd still make exceptions for since Calgary sucked so bad last year, BUT... Crandell will never have a realistic opportunity at the starting spot because for whatever reason, the Riders coaching staff think Nealon Greene is the greatest QB evah. Well, I hate to say it... but it needs to be told. Nealon Greene will be the Riders starter for as long as he wants it because... well... Nealon Greene is a catcher. I'm sorry, I hate to do it on such a family blog, but the truth must be told. The Rider's coaches will always start because he'll quite literally take it on the chin. Smilin' Hank was a good QB, good in the lockerroom, but not good in the.."huddle".

Of course I'm joking, I know nothing of Nealon's special talents, either real or imagined but really... what other reason could there possibly be? The man has yet to do anything impressive in the green and white and by all appearances is about as washed up as a QB can be.

Ok so maybe this rant turned more into a Rider's rant and less a Wray rant but he was the root of it all and now that I've done some Greene bashing I feel much the better for it.

I feel so good I'ma make another post today.. which will appear above this one.. making it kinda confusing.

3.07.2005

Someday I will walk away and say...

... You fuckin' disappoint me, maybe you're better off this WAY..

Ahh.. Let me start by apologizing to one Skabarella for not including her in as a member of the IPO. The oversight was purely alcohol related.

Well today is another edition of Rhett's literary review. First let me say that I've come under fire for criticizing a best-selling author whilst simultaneously admitting my weakness for shark/dinosaur/large creature books. Folks... if I had been referring to Peter Benchley as an incredibly talented writer when he wrote about a giant squid, or how Steve Alten is completely wronged in being looked over for his work involving prehistoric giant sharks, I could understand the criticism. I have however, never mentioned anything remotely positive of the writing prowess of either of these authors, in fact, if you look at what I said, you'll notice that I've said nothing remotely good about either writer. I said it then, it's entertainment and that's it. As far as criticizing a best-seller author... let me put it this way, who thinks that Keanu Reeves and Ben Affleck are great actors? Very damn few, their movies are big blockbusters though and they seem to be in pretty much everything coming out. The movies are entertaining though.. proving something doesn't have to be technically good to be entertaining. Sorta like what I was saying about shark books and Dan Brown huh? Dan Brown is technically not a great writer, but he is a good storyteller. Still pissed about the helicopter thing though... he held on to a fucking tarp? You want me to believe that a man can simply jump out a helicopter at roughly 30,000ft holding on to a tarp above his head and he won't die? Fuck off.. that's just stupid. It's one thing to ask a lot in believing these works of art are actually keys to a map, but holding a tarp? That's disrespectful. Maybe Brown should have mentioned that the hero also had super-human strength and an adamantium skeleton before he pissed in my ear and told me it was raining.

Ok, enough of that... just to clarify, I did enjoy Angels & Demons and will read The Da Vinci Code but I don't have to think Brown is a great writer. Now I'ma talk about a guy who is a great writer and how this can also work against you. I'm now reading An Instance of the Fingerpost by Iain Pears. Yes, you've probably never heard of it, I only picked it up because my honours english (I do have some credentials) prof mentioned it as an example of a very good writer. It was originally published in 1997 and I don't know if it was a best-seller or not, my gut feeling is no. The book is a historical mystery set in 1660 England and Pears sets an impressive scene. The book reads like something written years earlier, very good work with the setting and language. The reason I have a feeling that it wasn't a best-seller, although damn near everything that comes out now is a best-seller, is because this is a book that does not appeal to the unwashed masses. It's the movie that wins best picture that no one sees because it requires, well... too much thought. The Oscars were a great example of it, Chris Rock asking people what the best thing they saw that year was and getting answers like White Chicks and Alien Vs. Predator (that answer given by someone who had obviously only seen one film). When the same people were asked if they'd seen the pictures that were nominated for best picture, no one had. An Instance of the Fingerpost is kinda like this, incredibly well done, but not a plot driven subway book like Angels & Demons. Pears creates a mystery setting of a murder, witnessed by 4 people and then goes on to tell the story from all 4 perspectives one by one. It's brilliantly done, managing to surprise the reader and tie all 4 stories together incredibly well. Whereas I criticized Brown for using a third person omniscient perspective, Pears uses first person perspective. This is usually limiting, but in essentially writing 4 individual accounts of the story, each from a different persons perspective, the book is rounded out better than any third person account could have. An example, we see a horrific scene of medical butchery through the eyes of the shocked Marco da Cola and the sudden shunning he gets from a man who recently was a close friend, then in the next telling, we see the same scene through the eyes of the man who did the butchering and shunning, enabling us to learn his motives and fill out the story better. Very well done, the trade off is this, you can read a plot driven subway book in a day, two at most. The language is simple and there's always something happening that you want to find out next. This is what makes it a great story, not great writing. An Instance of the Fingerpost does not fall into the realm of the subway book, you can't put it down and pick it up anytime and be right back into it. It has more building action, more character development, and far better imagery that requires time and thought. The fact that it is a well written mystery also adds to that, since you never quite know what's going to happen. This makes it not as quickly appealing as the subway book, yet far more gratifying in the end.

3.04.2005

Ahh one-ah for ah Stefan... PULL ON THE TIT...

PULL ON THE TIT, SHE'S UP WITH THE COCK, UP WITH THE COCK!

God bless ye merry Irish Plantation men, Charlton Heston and Up with Cock make me smile.

Wow did I get drunk last night... I was aptly dubbed Boozy McBooze by Carlos this morning as I sat and typed in a somewhat leftover drunken haze, the morning walk to work was not a pleasant one and the walk home will be only slightly more bearable. Then to top the morning off, the pool has been reopened leaving me bombarded with phone calls once again. I got pissy with an elderly Chinese man, so I feel guilty about that... to quote Dave Mah "Guilt is like a bag of bricks, all you gotta do is put down the bag". Unfortunately I seem to super glue the bag to my hand and never drop it, not good.

Not much more to say really.

3.03.2005

It's times like these...

FUCK!!!

Pardon the large explitive there but frankly... well frankly I'm guessing Jan and likely Stefan will join me in that large explitive in regards to the tidbit of information I heard today. From C95 sports... The Riders are reportedly close to inking a deal to sign QB Marcus Crandell as a BACKUP to NEALON GREENE. That's right, the Riders have all but named Nealon Greene the starting QB. Stupid. Henceforth, I shall partake in a shot of Jag every night out.. well weekend night out, toasting career ending knee injuries for Nealon.

Ahhh... last week was a pinnacle of weeks, it was all I could ask for without having wild monkey love thrown in to top things off, but all said, it was still a great week. This week... this week's been shite. Shite on toast to be honest. If something could go wrong it has.. the biggest being that the pool has been shutdown at the education building. Normally this resulting lack of patrons would be a glorious event for me, but no, instead it's people bombarding me with questions of when the damn thing will be open again. Look buddy, pal, I don't fucking know, the people who are trying to fix the problem don't fucking know, they don't even know what the problem is, so take your little fucking card and go to the other building for your swim, ok? And no, this wasn't a scheduled shutdown so quit being pissy about it all.. fucking dink. Look, how bout you go swim in a gross pool, ok? We're doing this for your benefit so just calm the hell down. Ass.

That's the internal dialogue I've been having.. getting pent up so I needed a vent. I think I may take the advice of the K Fotron, be a right ass to someone at least once a day, good for the heart. Lord knows I needs it. Then the damn Riders decide to make a glorified running back their QB... ARGH!!!! I guarantee they lose Dominguez and... that other big receiver they have that played NFL, why, cause they're both damn good and won't get the ball thrown to them so they'll want out. In fact, I'm going to email the Riders now and suggest they trade all their receivers for fullbacks. Why? well they only need to be semi-adept at actually catching the ball since it will rarely be thrown if at all, but they need to be able to run sorta fast, but not blinding or anything.. mainly they need to be big and block well... this then will work perfectly since the entire offense will be about Nealon Greene dropping back, maybe.. MAYBE looking at 1 receiver and then trying to run the ball... if you're going to do that, might as well get some good blockers down field cause you sure as hell know Nealon can't run that good... and maybe, just maybe one of those times he runs he'll tweak that ACL, just a little, and be done for the season again. Blissfully done for the season again.