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.