Vitamin R

Rhett's guide to Love and Relationships in 2008 or why guys suck

2008-01-08T21:23:00.000-06:00

Something happened recently that has sparked me to the heart, nay the very core! It has led me to reach deep into the back of the bookcase, dust off ye olde soapbox and climb aboard. That's right, look the fuck out here comes another slightly intelligent mostly irreverent, kinda insightful and completely inept rant!
What the hell happened with the world to make insecurity the new sexay thing to be? I have 3 smoking hot, intelligent friends who've started dating guys with all the self-confidence of a snail. I'm now friends at an arms length with these women because said snail men are threatened by me, cause obviously women spontaneously have sex with me all the time. These are guys who in some cases will not go out to a club with their girlfriend cause guys might hit on her and that makes him sad. Dude if you don't want your girlfriend getting hit on then date someone really unattractive and buy her terrible clothes cause frankly, if you're dating an attractive girl she's gonna get hit on, if she's really attractive she's gonna get hit on a lot and if you can't deal with that the do the girl who you claim to like a lot or even love a favour and get the fuck out cause lord knows all you're going to do is blame her for it, like she somehow called ahead to have her name put on a "get hit on by random guys" list at the bar. Seriously it's the lamest thing ever, if she didn't like you or wasn't interested in you then she wouldn't be dating you, figure it out don't act like the intelligent girl you're with will somehow turn into a moral-less fuck zombie as soon as Joe Dick comes up to her to say she looks great. Guys like Joe Dick were saying that before you came along and guys like Joe Dick will be saying that after you're gone and they never got a blowjob for doing it so quit being stupid. From what I can tell these guys meet these strong, intelligent, sexy women and then essentially want to put them in a cage, figuratively speaking. They really would rather they had no male friends or interaction for that matter, which is frankly rude. You're basically saying I don't want you to hang out with that guy cause you'll end up having sex... presumably because the woman has no morals, self-respect or brain apparently. What makes even less sense is that the women stay with it... why the hell would you stay there? Is it a matronly thing, like your motherly instincts pop up cause you're dating a 5 year old? I used to talk to a girl in Toronto until one day her bf and she had yet another arguement about me, I used to call maybe once a month to see how she was doing. We can't talk anymore cause he felt threatened by me... I'm 4500 fucking kms away Dan, what the hell are you thinking. I know I know, I'm sounding pretty harsh here but honestly, some things just aren't meant to be, trying to create a world where you and her are the last 2 people on earth so she stays with you is creepy as fuck. If it's gonna work it'll work, saying I don't want you talking or hanging out with some guy will only jam a wedge between you that will eventually split you apart. Oddly enough in all 3 cases the guys were cheated on by someone in the past making them hurt and untrusting and weak and blah blah blah boo hoo. I'm sorry I totally do have sympathy for a person who's been cheated on, as far as I know I haven't been but really... if you're dating someone who has it in their capacity to cheat on you they will cheat on you whether they hang out with guy friends or not, if anything trying to prevent them from hanging out with guys will probably just lead them to cheat sooner. Using the fact that some hateful person from your past cheated on you as reason for why your new gf isn't allowed to have guy friends is just being pathetic, expecting a girl to stay with you after is idiocy to an extreme - why would anyone want to stay in a relationship where it's being implied that they can't be trusted. I understand that sometimes a bit of jealousy can feel nice, like that moment where someone is showing that they do care about you enough to not like the way some guy was talking to you or something, but freaking out about it... my brother please!

Anyway, just needed to get that off my chest, mail me if you have comments or want clarification about something... and for heaven's sake people, if you're strong and intelligent... don't you deserve respect from someone who says they like you?

Fuck Ya

2006-09-05T21:26:00.000-06:00

I have no reason to be excited, just felt like giving a good Fuck Ya on my first post in a long long ass time. Hmmm.... well... I also have nothing much more to say, no rants pending, well that's not quite right there's always rants pending but I don't feel like doing that right now... I have no muse to enlighten me.

Sometime soon I may make a better post but for today, this is enough in my mind.

Allow me to help myself to a bit of your weak self-help ass

2005-07-13T10:09:00.000-06:00

Ahhh…. Yesterday’s soul cleansing hammering of Oprah and her godforsaken book club has left me feeling as giddy as a school boy touching a girls bum for the first time at the school dance. As such, I feel I should extend my “makin’ shit right” streak to two days. And so for today I shall delve into the world of the self-help book.

I know, you’re thinkin’ “but Herr Rhett this is such an easy mark!” and you’re right it is. Damn near everyone in the world seems to think that the whole self-help book idea is about as diabolically stupid as something can be but for whatever reason this is a area that pulls in roughly 8 bazillion dollars a year in the states alone so some twits are buying it. Thus, allow me to explain the theory behind self-help books.

Let’s begin by looking at the name… Self-help. Ok, now a book telling you how to live your life seems to contain very little helping on your part, a better name would be, “You’re a weak minded insecure twit who needs to be told how to be happy-book” but that doesn’t fit well on the shelves at the bookstore. Although on second thought it is mildly appropriate, as in “let me help myself to your money”… ya, that works. For example… in Tony Robbins’, the walkin’, talkin’, informercial of the modern world, book… one of ‘em, fucked if I care which, they’re all the damn same anyhow, all he does is plug other books, cd’s, and seminars… i.e. “I’ll help you be a better person by showing you blah, but for that you’ll have to buy my cd and come see me in Lake fucking Tahoe my man!” Reading between the lines… no wait, it’s not even between the lines it’s right fucking there, gimmie cash! And people do this. I know of a girl who’s gone to New York, Toronto, Vegas… she’s traveled all over the place just to see Tony goddamn Robbins! I’m not talking “I happened to be in NY”, I’m talking went just to see him, screw everything else in NY, Tony Robbins is there. How fucked up is that? Ok.. mister Robbins, if you’re shit actually worked why do people have to keep buying crap to be a good and happy person? Isn’t that about right? If the book actually worked there would only need to be one, no damn cd’s and shit? On this topic everyone go read Generica by Will Ferguson right now, go!

Alright, got a little worked up there. Ok. Now besides the fact that they’re obviously just after cash, they’re frauds to top it all off. To give you an idea… there’s some sort of “technique” called NLP, I have no idea what that is but in the bit of research I’ve done I’ve come across the term repeatedly. Anyway, Robbins… and I don’t mean to only hack on him, they’re all worth it but he happens to be the one I read about most. As I was saying, Robbins has something called NAC which is NLP reworded and copyrighted. This is common, even in the world of Physiotherapy there was a new technique called “Active Release Therapy”, I won’t get into what exactly it is but essentially it was something that physio’s had been doing for ages but some bloke came along and thought, “hey if I put a copyright on this, stick my name on it and call it something catchy I could take home wonderful cash prizes!”. And he/she did while physio’s who had been doing it for ages grumped not so much for not thinking of it but because their profession was reduced to the level of Jerry Springer essentially… just not professional. I can understand Robbins doing this in the dog eat dog world of motivational speakers though, I mean where as a physio is recognized as a health care provider by… well everyone, Blue Cross, Doctors, the Government and folks aren’t supposed to be pricks, everyone recognizes that the self-help world is only after cash… well everyone but the dumbass folks giving them cash.

The biggest fraud of all though has been uncovered recently though, you’d think this would slow down the mighty motivational ball but it didn’t even pause, the guppies are good and brainwashed so it’s far too late. A cornerstone of all motivational speakers has been a study conducted at Yale University. This is such a huge thing to them that I’ve even had a girl I know pull it out on me during an argument that consisted of me telling her self-help books were crap and her not listening while telling me how great her life is since Tony told her how to live. The basic jist of the study is thusly:

In 1953 the graduating class of Yale University was asked if they had written down goals for their future, 3% had. The other 97% wrote down phone numbers of the hot chicks or something, but it weren’t goals. 20 years later, the surviving (surviving? What the fuck happened in 20 years?) class was surveyed and it was found that those 3% that had written down their goals were more financially successful than the other 97% combined! (the exclamation sets that off so well). Holy shit eh? Better git yo azz writin’ down some goals fo sho. The problem with this amazing study is that it never actually took place, and yes there is documented proof of this I’m just too lazy to site them… mail me if you’re in dire need of verification, better yet type in a google search for “Yale goal study” or something like that ya lazy bastard. Anyway in searching for the actual study it could not be found. Some fellow contacted Yale to discover that it in fact never happened, no one was asked about goals or whatever. Now you’d think that a blow like that to the Self-helpies would rock their world to the core and bring it tumbling down, but no, the fucking morons are so brainwashed into thinking they need this that they don’t even question it. Stupid.

Fucking Oprah

2005-07-13T09:04:00.000-06:00

BLAARRRGH!!!

That's the new sound of frustration. Blargh.

For years Oprah and I have had and understanding. We don't like each other. I think she's full of shit and she doesn't mess with my world for fear of my internet blogging wrath... hey I work with what's here. But no... no no no... Oprah had to go and stick her wannabe worldly, do-gooder ass in my bidnezzz. The Oprah Book Club. Most of Oprah books are... well why pull punches now, they suck. They're shit, tripe, bollucks, crap, worst. books. ever. But fine.. she want's to promote mindless drivel to her slakjawed masses, that's fine by me. But suddenly... someone has suggested that Oprah broaden her horizons and thus, she's crossed the line. William Faulkner is now an Oprah Book Club author. To hell with you Orpah and your damned PR people with you! William Faulkner, one of the greatest writers of the written word has now been brought down to the leave of afternoon fluff tv. Now some of you may be saying... "but herr Nelson, surely you're wrong! This will bring three of the great works of literature to the masses!" No, and don't call me Shirley (thank you Leslie Nielsen).

The theory that through Oprah's popularity the book will be brought to a whole vat of folks in dire need of enlightenment is a nice one but there's a problem you see; people are stupid. More precisely, people who watch Oprah and buy her book club books are stupid. Not all of course... no nevermind, I'm in no mood to be my normal not wanting to step on toes Canadian self, if you watch Oprah you've wasted 1 hour of your life that you will never get back... it's like slowly committing suicide. To illustrate my point here's some reviews from Amazon of the Faulkner Oprah book club 3 book set:

"I really disliked this story. People don't speak the way this is written. I read books for entertainment and it is not entertaining when you have to wonder all through the book what in the world the author's talking about. How did Faulkner ever get so famous? I felt like a kid asking "what did he mean by" and "what does this mean"? I will never take an Oprah review seriously again. She really missed the boat on this one!" - Kneesa... maybe you felt like a kid because you have the intelligence of a 12 year old, stay with your Archie comics and leave the big books to mommy and daddy.

Another: "It is so depressing. Do people live like this? I am not sure of the message here. I will read the other two; maybe they are better." - Karen M. Berkhofer... awww poor you, did da bad bwook make you sawd? There there... you take your blanky and have a cwookie, we don't need dose sawd bwooks.

Lastly: "This book is extremely difficult to follow the language used and the constant change of character. I still have not finished this one to start the others but Sparknotes is a good resource to get through difficult texts & has proven beneficial in getting me through some of this one. I am not quitting reading this, I have accepted the challenge :)" - K.E.M.S.... yay for you... Knows Every Made Star Trek, you're such a trooper! Buying a book to read and then buying Sparknotes to figure out what it means is kinda like accepting a job as an radioactive gorilla groomer and then running home to Ask Jeeves what exactly that is. No sort of help me I'm dumb book should be used for a book you buy just cause. If you have to read some warped middle or old english version of Beowulf for some dink professors sadistic pleasure then fine, but if you're reading just cause... figure the shit out or don't buy it!

You see my point? An amazing author like Faulkner being reduced to "people don't speak the way this is written". BLARGH! This is why Oprah is now on the permanent shit list. If someone said they didn't care for the book and presented a decent arguement for why, fine, not everyone agrees with Faulkner's views, but I don't like it cause it's hard... piss off! Stick to your fucking Oprah and Dr. Phil, read your daily Dibert and sip on a large cup of shut the hell up!

More time killin'

2005-06-14T13:30:00.000-06:00

Well folks, another fantabulous time waster has fallen in my lap… the ‘job predictor’

http://www.jobpredictor.com/

My ideal job is a Dodgem Driver. No I did not misspell that. No I have no fucking idea what a Dodgem is, nor do I have a clue as to where or into what I might be driving it.

There’s some other time wasters on the side, for today my:
Star Wars character: Barquin Dan (apparently a “musician” in the bar)
Work excuse: I have to get my car to the shop; if I don't get it there in half an hour it'll be locked out all weekend. (Don't use if boss seems wide awake).
Ideal car: Subaru… I guess just any Subaru
My Life expectancy: Your Personnel expected death date is 07 May 2052 You have exactly 17129 days to live. Have a nice day.
Footballer: Gordon Banks of England

Ahh… there’s some nice time killed. The job predictor and the footballer are kinda cool.. the rest are a bit wacked. Pains me to learn I’ll die at 76, that’s a bit short really.

80's movies

2005-06-09T13:21:00.000-06:00

Here's Seanbaby's listing of the top ten 80's movies:

http://www.thewavemag.com/pagegen.php?pagename=article&articleid=23960

Hee hee heee....

Some Barkley for ya

2005-06-09T10:33:00.000-06:00

I love Charles Barkley and his quotes, here are some gems.

- After Ernie asks if Charles has ever been to another country: "I've been to Alabama, that's like a third world country."
- During the Bruno's Memorial Classic Pro-Am: "Cat [Reddick, a female soccer player] was fantastic but when you lose to a woman, it means you suck at something. There are two times when you know you suck at sports -- when you can't beat the women and when you can't beat the smart kids." and later "Like a couple of years ago when I went to the Auburn-Georgia Tech game. We lost and I knew we were in trouble. We couldn't beat the smart guys."
- Ernie was talking about Ray Allen's complaints of Bruce Bowen.Charles: It's called defense, Ernie. I wouldn't know anything about it, personally. But I've heard it through the grapevine.
- "You can't compare preseason to regular season. Preseason is just a way to screw fans out of money."
- After Kenny Smith expressed surprised at Barkley's ability to pronounce Suns guard Leandro Barbosa's name, Charles replied: "I'm bilingual. I speak profanity and English."
- During the '92 Olympics: "Christian (Laettner) is going to be the strongest man in the NBA next year, because all he's been doing all summer is carrying around the luggage for 11 guys."
- To Kenny: "Oh man! I can't stand the X-Files! I don't believe in Extra-Terrestrials... until I saw your girlfriend one night. She needs to phone home."
- After Ben Gordon made a floater in the Bulls vs. Cavs game...
Charles: That is one shot that every player should learn
Kenny: Yea I am teaching my daughter and son that shot.
Charles: I thought your daughter and son were the same person.
- Question: Any chance down the road of you succeeding David Stern as Commissioner of the NBA?
Barkley: I think the NBA has been very fortunate to have David Stern, and I'm not just blowing smoke. He is easily the best commissioner in sports today. But I am against working. I think working is overrated, so I have no intention right now, or at any time in the near future, to get a real job."
- At All Star Weekend, watching Voshon Leonard shoot threes:
Kenny: You can see he put on a couple pounds.
Chuck: A couple? That's an understatement. That's like calling the Titanic a small boating accident. We could wear the same underwear now!
- Talking about Karl Malone and his retirement on Jay Leno:
Jay Leno: "Karl's in great shape though!"
Charles Barkley: "Me too. Round is a shape!"
- "I hope whoever was in charge of the Halftime show is getting their resume ready" - Charles Barkley on the Country Music Halftime show @ The 2005 NBA All Star Game
- After TNT's Kenny Smith said that the Indiana Pacers' Jermaine O'Neal believes that he is the best forward in the NBA, Charles Barkley said, "Well, I think I am skinny, but that doesn't mean I am."
- Charles to Kenny: "If you think Tony Parker is better than Manu Ginobili, you need to stop drinking before you come in here."
- Said to Karl Malone: "Hey, have you totally given up on the Rogaine thing?"
- Charles Barkley: "I'm so sick of fat people."
Kenny Smith: "Why? You can't live with yourself?"
Barkley: "First of all, they killed Oreos. You know they can't make the Double-Stuff Oreos anymore because fat people can't keep their mouths shut. Now they're killing the McDonald's super-size. Can you believe that? Just because fat people are lazy and don't work out and can't keep they're mouths shut, they have to ruin it for everybody. They'll probably kill ice cream next! Is that my fault they can't stop eating? I'm so sick of these fat people suing these companies. Stop eating!"
- "You should be able to go and pick out one fan a game, and just beat the hell out of him." - Barkley, after watching footage of Denver fans throwing garbage on Latrell Sprewell.
- Latrell Sprewell: "You don't know anything about fashion, Charles."
Charles Barkley: "Both you and Craig Sager think that when you put on a famous designer's clothing, we are supposed to give you a pass on it."
Sprewell: "Hey, a lot of people like what I wear."
Barkley: "Is that Prada?"
Sprewell: "That's right."
Barkley: "What is that...the black J.C. Penney's?"
- On James Jones logging heavy minutes for the depleted Pacers: "I didn't know he was alive until this week."
- About Craig Sager wearing a reflective silver suit to the 2001 NBA All-Star game: "I don't have anything against black people, white people or any kind of people, but when you start letting pimps interview people, that's where I draw the line."
- On a TNT telecast a few years ago, Kenny Smith was going on and on about his two championship rings. He said that, in a show of appreciation for their efforts, he gave one ring to his father and the other to his brother because "they were the ones who helped me get them". Charles quipped, "You should have given them to Hakeem."
- While honoring Cotton Fitzsimmons, Charles tells a story about his Phoenix Suns days: "He had the roof down. I was like, 'It's like 122 degrees out here. Is it always this hot?' Cotton said, 'You’re going to hell one day, so this will help you get used to it.'"
- "You know it's going to hell when the best rapper out there is white and the best golfer is black."
- TNT's Charles Barkley, after watching a clip of San Antonio's David Robinson getting hit in the groin area by the Lakers' Robert Horry: "It's always funny when it happens to someone else."
- After Kenny Smith declares Yao Ming is the best player on the Houston Rockets: "Next thing you're gonna tell me is that Robert Horry and Rick Fox are the Lakers best players."
- "Half Man, Half Sit-Out-The-Season." -- Barkley, talking about Vince Carter.
- "He was like the guinea pig for Rogaine for black men." -- Charles Barkley, on Karl Malone.
- Charles Barkley, to TNT colleagues Ernie Johnson Jr. and Kenny Smith: "I'm the smartest person on this set. You two are just here for decorations."
- Charles to Ernie on Jeff Burton's car(racing in the daytona 500) having an ad for the NBA all star game on its front: "Y'all didn't have enough money to get Jeff Gordon?"
- On the All Star Game Starters: "That's why you don't let fans vote. Let them come to the game and clap."
- Charles and the gang interviewing Jermaine O'Neal: "Hey Jermaine, did you see Sam Cassell in The Lord of the Rings?"
- At the 1990 game, the Eastern Conference All-Star team was surprised when Charles Barkley raised his hand in a pregame meeting and said he'd like to sketch out a play for the opening tipoff. "This is one we used when Moses [Malone] was in Philadelphia," said Barkley. So Barkley stood, took the chalk, went to the board and drew four players running back to defend their basket. "That sumbitch NEVER won a tip," Barkley said as everyone cracked up.
- On Kevin Eubanks being a vegetarian: "I don't trust people that don't eat meat. Hey Kevin, you know what the difference between me and you is? When I die, I'll die because I was eating bad food. When you die, they'll say 'wooo that Kevin, he as dead as Charles'"
- Danny Ainge called me. I have to apologize to him. Even though he's doing a lousy job, he doesn't want me to say that on TV. Danny Ainge is a good friend of mine. He's made some terrible trades, but he doesn't want me to say that on TV, so I apologize.
- After finding out a guy from "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" had called him a Hottie: "I don't like being called a hottie. I want to be called a big, strong, sexy man. Now Rick Fox, he's pretty."
- Charles: "I just want to know one thing, what's up with your hair?"Steve Nash "That's strictly for the ladies, Charles."
- When talking about the dunk that Ricky Davis completely screwed up at the 2004 All-Star weekend's dunk contest: "The operation was a success, but the patient died."
- Cassell shooting over (Earl) Boykins is like shooting over a chair.
- Kids are great. That's one of the best things about our business, all the kids you get to meet. It's a shame they have to grow up to be regular people and come to the games and call you names.
- Barkley on Steve Nash winning the MVP: "Steve Nash is a bad white boy. People who think that he got the MVP because he is white, they're just are full of it. This boy is unbelievable. This man is phenomenal. He earned MVP and he deserved MVP."

It can go on and on… the man’s awesome.

Star Wars review

2005-06-08T14:49:00.000-06:00

I took in the third episode in the Star Wars trilogy last night, and well… here’s my view on it.

Hayden Christensen is back to reprise his role as Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader and thankfully he’s much much better in this installment. In number 2 you got the feeling that jedi wannabe Anakin was more of a rapist wannabe in how he leered at Natalie Portman, it seems someone has mentioned this to George Lucas and thankfully it’s stopped. In any case, Christensen now looks like a good choice for Anakin/Vader (did I just say that), he’s does a passable if occasionally annoying job in the role, and frankly he kinda looks like Mark Hamill in some ways, so the whole father thing works. I gotta say though… I don’t know about you folk but unless a movie is extraordinarily good and even if it is for that matter, a lot of times I tend to have one scene in particular that I really liked or for some reason, really sticks out. Sometimes this can be a good thing… example, Star Wars episode II… what I really remember (thankfully) is the Yoda fight scene, so a terrible movie still has a not so bad taste in my mouth from a game saving sorta scene. Episode III however, does not benefit from this, in fact the opposite is true. Episode II was a horrendous movie, Episode III is an alright movie… a 7.5/10 kinda movie, ok but nothing amazing… but to me it will forever be remembered by one scene…

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...” George Lucas, what the fuck were you thinking? We’ve gone through the whole movie, been not so bad, glaring plot holes aside, it’s been an enjoyable enough romp. And then at the end… to use a Lewis Black line… “you pull down your pants and shit on my face”. Let’s have a run through…

“You killed your wife”
“What? Grrrrrrrr” shit starts breaking and crunching up from the sheer force of his anger, ooooooh… Bam! Bam! Breaks the shakles on the wrists, oh he’s pissed now, gonna be some asses kicked…
Struggles to stand, takes two rather robotic steps… what the.. is this footage from 1934 Frankenstein?
“Nooooooooooooo” oh you’ve got to be kidding me…

I literally burst out laughing… laughing hard. For 2 minutes. Way to wreck a moment there George. Ya ya ya… I know, it’s his pain for losing his love after turning to the dark side for her, blah blah blah… I don’t care. There’s a million things he could have done, you already have his anger breakin’ shit in the room, why not go that way, why try for some ghey assed cry of despair? Darth Vader’s not a scary dude, he’s a wuss… a laughing stock… ohhh no, Lord Vader, what you gonna do? Wail? Pfft.

Sleepy McTiredpants

2005-06-08T09:00:00.000-06:00

Some musing and ranting on this hump day…

So I have my msn set up that when I’m not online, any messages sent my way will go to my phone. MSN is pretty clear about this, has a little pop up tell you “this is going to a phone, some people are charged for this service” yada yada yada… and the icon itself is yellow, pretty clear right? Well I thought so but maybe not… I got 5 messages last night from the same lady, each growing angrier at my not replying. Yeah, how do I explain this… “ok… to start, you’re an idiot”

Canada had another black eye put on our Olympic athletes today as Joe Frans, second for the Wayne Middaugh curling team tested positive for cocaine… yes that’s right, our curler tested positive for nose candy! I’m not so sure this is a black eye really… I mean the fact they test curlers for “performance enhancing drugs” is funny enough… what is a performance enhancing drug for a curler anyhow? Valium? Then, he tests positive for party drug cocaine! You realize now that we’ve had a snowboarder test positive for marijuana and a curler for cocaine? Next thing you know our speedskaters are going to say their performance was off cause they were just too hungover.

Childish Rhett

2005-06-06T11:02:00.000-06:00

So I’m thinking about going to Korea to teach English for a year… what do people think about that idea. I still intend to do my 4 more years of school but it’d be nice to not have to start with a giant cloud of debt over my head.

http://www.thesurrealist.co.uk/slogan.cgi

Go to that there link and check out a slogan for yo name. Just type your name in the boxey and it’ll spit one out… for me, “All you need is a Rhett and a Dream” sorta fitting I’d say. Of course the being adolescent child that I am, I felt the need to discover a slogan for cock… “I like the Cock in you”… hee hee hee

Don't call it a comeback!!

2005-05-24T09:14:00.000-06:00

Yeah yeah… cliché title but fuck… it’s been months since I’ve posted on this waste of webspace. Yes I’m still bitter about the lost posts.

Well… what’s new…

Beily’s… Saskatoon’s hottest(?) new club for the elderly and desperate. Now don’t get me wrong, I enjoy it as much as the next single guy, and not just because the lovely Rhawney and the beautiful Camille work there but also because on the weekends it plays host to a veritable buffet of loveliness along with the expected none too loveliness. However… it has bar none the worst layout in the world to try and be a club. As Stacey’s friend put it… “it’s like partying in Kelsey’s” and it is. Tables are constantly in the way and you just can’t move… normally this is good as it means the place is busy and all, but it’s not the people that are in the way, it’s the furniture. Secondly, the music… oh good lord! Ok… Saturday I was there for an hour, in that time I heard not one, but TWO! AC/DC songs. Hang on… let’s give a collective “What the FUCK” on three here. Not only that but I heard Lynrd Skynrd or however you spell that, they suck at any rate and shouldn’t be played anywhere, much less a bar, I heard Guns n’ Roses, and a vast number of songs from the 70’s and 80’s. I have nothing against some good Ah-ha or anything here (incidentally that would be pronounced Oh-ho in Norway, making them even greater) but one after another after another… yeah, and they weren’t the “cool” 80’s song either, they was the ones that were crappy in the 80’s and have reached a new level of crappy now. And now… the people. While there are a number of very attractive, pretty cool ladies that attend… you can literally smell the desperation in the air. Let’s not kid ourselves people, the main cliental is 35+ single folk looking for their not future husband/wife, their right now husband/wife. In the end… I do like Beily’s for now, but barring something by way of getting tighter with Camille, my attendance will continue to diminish.

The Overdrive… or Tha OD if you prefer. Saskatoon’s worst bar with the possible exception of the Scuz… I don’t think anything can reach the level of crapfullness it has attained. Lets… ok, by way of comparison to Beily’s, since I’ve just gone on them, the ladies… well on a given night you’ll find women as attractive as Beily’s, only in far far fewer numbers, younger and more casually dressed. Guys are about as chauche but again younger and more casually (read: poorly) dressed going for the thugged out 50 cent/Eminem look. Yeah, that’s a good one to shoot for fellas, especially when you got no cash. The music is infinitely better, although when you’re comparing it to Beily’s music, pretty much everything kicks it’s ass. It’s still no damn good but its better. You realize I haven’t heard a Ludacris song in a bar in months… the man just put out an album too… fricken BEP and Usher coming out of my ass but a little variety? No. Anyway, OD plays bad music too… just not G n’ R, Skynrd bad. The layout is much better as the OD has no aspirations to be a restaurant so moving about is fine. As for the smell… well in Beily’s you smell the desperation and fear of growing old single, in the OD you smell… you smell dirty. It’s just not a nice place and nice people don’t go there. It’s fun with a crew, as any place is but don’t kid yourself, you’re going to hang with friends and that’s it. No Beily’s sexy dancing girl here. On that note I should mention that The OD has come up with some sort of device that literally pulls the worst people to the speakers to dance… ladies who exceed the maximum weight allowance on motorcycles and small sports cars dressed in roll hugging lycra get up to shake what they mama gave em… let me tell you, it shakes and shakes and jiggles and continues rocking with aftershocks long after the music has ended. And guys with literally no rhythm, none. Not like a black comedian talking about how white dudes can’t dance (which is mostly true), I mean the equivalent of a tone deaf guy trying to sing “With or without you” no rhythm. Diabolically bad dancing, complete with arm actions… ask Joe about the guy dancing to “Cotton Eyed Joe” (yeah I couldn’t believe it was played either, still better than “Sweet Home Alabama”) ahhh… I miss the Odeon days.

Meh... l33t h4x0R!

2005-04-26T07:52:00.000-06:00

For reasons unknown to me I find myself posting on this… this hateful creature that is blogger. Oh the pain you’ve caused me ye fookin’ prostitute of a website, losing my posts… damn you, damn you and your damned dashboard!

Well it’s only been roughly 2 months or something since I posted here, I’m hoping my veiwership has dropped like me in the deep end of the pool… my thoughts do not warrant such an audience. For those who still stumble on this misfortune of writing, here is ye olde update.

- Bloglos has been thwarted by his evil arch nemesis Lord Power Supplygor and thus, bloglos is not accessible for the time being.
- I have made the decision that I shall remain single… to the chagrin of many cries of “but it’s on the list!!”… I just can’t do it fellas.
- My Jeep is being prepared for sale thanks to the help of one Toby
- My bike is reluctantly being sold… no thanks to 4 more years of school which will require money for some silly reason. I’m really putting this off though, god I don’t want to sell my beastie.

There’s a little of what’s happened lately and what’s going on. For those of you who haven’t heard, I’ve decided to apply to Law school, I’m going to take this next year to finish my English degree (yes, though I’m a sucker for dinosaurs and sea creatures, I am educated in that area… it’s ok to like crap as long as you know it’s crap) and apply for Law school next year. I feel pretty confident that I’ll be able to get in, just a matter of actually doing the work instead of floating through classes like I have been. To make my run of education more interesting, I suffered the second mild concussion of my life last week… or maybe the week before… a tad hazy yet. At any rate, I got a slapshot in the head in a hockey game, good times there. That’s about it for me.

Hot diggity!

2005-04-01T11:53:00.000-06:00

I’m a sooo happy lad today, tonight I sees my lady. This is but the second time so I’m allowed to proclaim it on the internet. Well… not the second time I’ve seen a lady, just y’know… this particular lady. Oh fuck it, shouldn’t have posted it in the first place.

Madonna has come under fire, again! from the Catholic church. This time for dressing up as a nun for a party. Hubby Guy Ritchie went as a priest. Classy. Anyway, the call has been to have Madonna beaten with a ruler by an actual nun. I for one would pay large amounts of PPV cash to see this. In case you’re wondering, I have a scathingly low opinion of Madonna and pretty much all of her antics. I like Ritchie though so I’m torn where he’s involved. Oh well, in this case I will have to adopt the stance of liking his work but having no opinion of the man behind it. Other than disappointment.

Actually correction, I have not a scathingly low opinion, I can’t stand the woman. That’s it, hate her. Would be happy to never hear of her again for as long as I live. One of the few people in the world I actually wish ill on. I hope she gets some sort of ass rash or wart or boil or some other sort of ass deforming condition. Nothing drastic mind, I’m not wanting her to be the first (as I know it) victim of bum cancer or anything like that. I just want her to feel a tenth of the annoyance she has caused me throughout my life. And for some reason I want it to be centered around her ass. Maybe cause it would be great to hear on E.T. that Madonna has taken on the services of Dr. Blahblah for help with the warty boils on her ass. And then see the tabloids with photoshopped images of this warty bum with Madonna’s horrified expression… you can’t say you wouldn’t chuckle a little seeing that when you’re standing in line to pay for your groceries. And it’d go away with no scarring or anything, but be a pain in the ass (weak) for a bit.

Probably doing Ho stuff...

2005-03-31T07:31:00.000-06:00

...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!

C'mon baby stop your cryin'

2005-03-29T10:26:00.000-06:00

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.

2005-03-29T09:08:00.000-06:00

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.

A Quick un

2005-03-22T11:02:00.000-06:00

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.

Worst. Day. Ever.

2005-03-21T11:05:00.000-06:00

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.

Yummy...

2005-03-17T11:11:00.000-06:00

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

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

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

Like's short and hard...

2005-03-16T10:25:00.000-06:00

... 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!!

Sleep now in the fire!...

2005-03-14T13:16:00.000-06:00

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...

2005-03-14T12:51:00.000-06:00

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.

I came.. I saw..

2005-03-11T09:15:00.000-06:00

... 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...

2005-03-11T08:41:00.000-06:00

.. 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.

Someday I will walk away and say...

2005-03-07T08:21:00.000-06:00

... 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.

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

2005-03-04T11:53:00.000-06:00

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.

It's times like these...

2005-03-03T10:19:00.000-06:00

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.

I got soul but I'm not a soldier...

2005-02-28T11:42:00.000-06:00

The soul purpose of this post is to updated 'ol Janny on the state of the Roughriders.

Henry Burris signed with the Calgary Stampeders. SK resigned Rocky Butler (why?) and of course they have good ole Nealon back there. Actually Butler might not be that bad but signing a perennial backup whilst losing your starter isn't good. Rumor is that Burris wanted the Riders to trade Nealon Greene to avoid any #1 spot controversy but management wouldn't go for it. How Nealon Greene can compete for a starting spot in any level of football is beyond me. Aside from that... the Riders have done sweet F.A. They haven't signed Corey Grant, they haven't signed Travis Moore, they haven't signed anyone of note. This after management boasted they had coin and were going to spend it. Khari Jones was released by Calgary so there's a chance the Riders will go after him, especially considering we have a tendency to pick up other teams leavings, particularly in the QB position. Meanwhile Calgary has dug deep into their coffers and pulled Burris and WR Jermaine Copeland from Montreal among other notables causing Riders fans to (oddly enough) ask "Where's the salary cap?". I didn't know the CFL had a salary cap but apparently it does and apparently it's more of a salary gesture than a salary cap. Don't get me wrong, I'm not all uppity about Calgary grabbing Burris, frankly as I understand it they courted him more and the Riders lost him basically from being a bit on the lazy side. The fact that they pulled out the cheque book more helps too.

So that's what's been happening in Riderville... the bastards.

There is no one on Earth I'm afraid of....

2005-02-25T11:33:00.000-06:00

... and no regime can buy or sell meeee... such a stirring song, too bad I'm really neither Irish nor English. God bless Morrissey.

I've come to a conclusion regarding Gran Turismo 4, it's gonna sit it's ass on the shelf and wait until I'M ready to but it. Take that SCEA, my 60 bones is going to be delayed in coming to you, that'll teach ya!

Everyone collectively hope I get a job, Carlos knows about it but I must remain cryptic in order to prevent bad luck from coming in and swooping my good fortune from me.

Ehhh hee hee hee... pints tonight... wahoo e-hee... hooo ha... Stef you making it to S'toon for little bro's b'day?... ge hee hoo...

Fuck all you junkies and fuck your short memories...

2005-02-24T10:58:00.000-06:00

... fuck all you gun toting hip gangster wannabes...

Let me start by saying I will be nice to Dan Brown and his prose today... today I move on to bashing SCEA -- Sony Computer Entertainment America.

Ohhhh... woe is me...

Ok. Let me tell y'all a story. Roughly.. oh.. I'd say maybe going on 6 years ago now, the good folks at Polyphony Digital and SCEA put out a little gem the went by the name Gran Turismo. Those of you who are familiar with the title and the consequential gaps in your life that were spent feverishly racing away and trying to get your super license may know already where I'm heading with this. The game was phenomenal and completely revolutionized the world of video racing. From the day you popped in the disc to discover that you could race everything from a plain old Civic hatchback, to an Accord, to the awe inspiring Skyline it was the game to play for racing. Enter Gran Turismo 2... continuing on the same vein, if anything making it worse with things like 60's muscle cars, RUF Porsche's, and more silliness.. racing Dodge Intrepid's and Accord station wagons for example. The game created a monster following, and I mean MONSTER. Enter the PS2 and with it GT3, woot! It was in-c-c-c-c-credible, fewer cars, but my god! what visuals. And so it was with baited breath that the league of Gran Tursimo lovers waited for the godsend that would be GT4..... and we waited...and we heard about what it would have.. and we saw pictures.. and we waited... and waited... waited... Then, the good folks at Sony delayed the release. Now by delayed, I mean they took a page out of Bill Gates's carefully thought out plan and fucking delayed it to the nth degree. To put it as Eddie Izzard did in regards to Window's release... "It'll be ready in a week... a month... six months... 2 years.......... we'll bring it out, when we're fucking ready ok" This game was originally slated to come out sometime last spring, roughly May I believe. Then it was end of July, then October, then it was definitely December 14, then it was just "after Christmas", then it was January 25th, then February 14th, then March 4th or something, and then surprisingly it got bumped BACK to February 22nd.... you'll notice it's February 24th and I am displeased. So the game is out, yet no one in Saskatoon actually has it, nor do they seem to know when they'll be getting it. What the fuck are you running here guys? What makes me the most upset about the entire affair is the fact that I'm to the point where I've lost interest in the game, wasn't particularly looking forward to it, didn't have it circled on the calender or anything silly like that... Tuesday came about and I thought, Hey I'll go buy GT4. I went and they don't got it..."We're supposed to get it anytime". Ok, no biggie, a bit odd this sort of thing has never happened before but whatever. Pop by on Wednesday after picking up some groceries... "We should have it by Thursday or Friday" uhhh ok... So now I sit on Thursday with no game and the conflicting urges of both wanting to get it and wanting to send SCEA a picture of my bare ass with a note saying, "Please put this on your business cards sir as this is the best representation of what you are". So we shall see if I venture over Walmart and buy this damn thing today, wait... to SEE if I can buy this damn thing today or not.

Baa bom bom, baa bom bom, Bumba beee bee bom bom, baa bom bom...

2005-02-23T08:09:00.000-06:00

.. you are correct! That is a snippet of the bass line from the end of The New. What can I say, I start my posts with what's playing, and what was playing was instrumental only.

Ok... first let me thank the good ship Stefan for suggesting a book... it's tough to go and spend 10 bones on something not knowing if it's worth it. This time I will be having a nicer time spending the cash knowing someone who's opinion counts has backed it. Second, I agree with tha B-Dot fully about Dan Brown, good storyteller, poor writer.. and certainly over-rated. Dan Brown should have shipped his idea for a character and storyline to someone who could master the written word better than he did. More on Dan Brown further down. I've also heard that The Da Vinci Code is very similar to Angels & Demons, I thought it must be since even I, having not read Da Vinci Code, could see possible similarities just from what I'd heard about The Da Vinci Code. This brings me to beg the question... where oh where does our hero Robert Langdon go now with his dolphinesque lung capacity and surprisingly deep voice, oh and his Harvard brain. And if he finds someplace to go, how will it be different than where he's already been? Hmmm... dug yeself a hole didn'tcha Mistah Brown.

So as mentioned previously, more Brown bitching. He spent three, THREE pages at the end telling me of Heir Langdon's cunning plot to get laid. Three bloody pages coming to the obvious outcome of Monsieur Robert gettin' some! And contrary to Brown's writing, Yoga people are fucking weird. They are not the objects of carnal desire, they are the objects of perplexed stares. Top it all off with the fact that throughout the book Brown has gone out of his way to explain to us that the female lead is essentially ok looking, but nothing special. Oh how my heart leaps. AND... Langdon fell out of a fucking helicopter less than 24 hours prior to this! Now lets not get wrapped up in things like common sense and the laws of physics and allow Brown the soap opera writers license to implausibility, even if the man miraculously survived a way too many thousands of feet drop, I'm thinking he'll at least be a touch on the stiff n' sore side the next day. I mean good lord, if a person goes and works out and is a little tight the next day, falling out a damn helicopter is gonna mess things up sumpin fierce! Oh but wait.. he swims, shit falling a few tens of thousands of feet ain't no thang G. My conclusion on Angels & Demons... I enjoyed it, despite my hacking of Brown who is, well... a hack, it's entertainment in it's basest form, just don't look too deep and accept all things as possible. (i.e. don't. think. at. all.) I will read The Da Vinci Code and B-Dot mentioned one called Digital Fortress that I will probably check out. After all, I like frickin shark movies, I don't need intelligence to be entertained.

Speaking of shark movies... I bit ago I mentioned a writer by the name o' Steve Alten who apparently has taken my love of huge ass sea creatures, with a special place for sharks, and my love of dinosaurs being alive when they shouldn't, mashed it in a blender on frappe (where's that darn accent) and come up with a book or two about a huge ass prehistoric shark... drool drool drool. I know, I know... you're all saying to yourselves "Rhett whyfore have you not run out and bought said masterpiece??". Well no... you're saying, "Good lord, how the hell'd that get published" which is certainly a good question but anyway... I have tried to run out and buy this "work" only to discover, to my amazement and yours I'm sure, that it's really tough to find. Coles? no... McNally Robinson? no... I found it on Amazon (you can find anything on Amazon, I think the first run of the bible is on Amazon) and I may have to order it from there but I'd rather just buy it here. You know what else... it's really hard to walk up to one of the pseudo-intellectuals at a bookstore and ask about a horrid piece of writing involving a prehistoric shark. I'd rank it up there with going to ask if the latest edition of Picking Up Ladies for Dummies is out yet or when The Idiots Guide to Personal Hygiene is due in stores. So we'll see if I read this mysterious Alten book yet, at the moment my hunger for silly huge creature entertainment has been fed, but you never know when the need may arise for more.

One last tidbit for Stefan.. I noticed a cd case with a copy of the Irish Plantation Orchestra in it... be this yours and can I borrow if it is?

I'd make money like Fred Astair....

2005-02-22T10:16:00.000-06:00

Wow has it been awhile since I was here. Hooo... well what can I say, I've been busy and sick, live with it.

Ok... update-o

I went out and bought a Dan Brown book, having read the trash that is Beast by Peter Benchley and the drivel that is Jurassic Park by Micheal Crichton. Thus having sated my lust for large sea creatures and dinosaurs - previously admitted as being my guilty pleasures of the literary world - I moved on to... well it's not exactly fine literature but it's certainly several large steps up from the dwelling of Benchley. First though I must remark on Crichton. This man cracks me up. Every book I've read by Crichton begins with a vague background history the reader is supposed to take as fact regarding some sort of scientific process or experiment being done as we speak that no one by way of authority or watchdog is watching. This work of course will one day inevitably lead to our doom as Crichton goes on to explain in his story. The little background blurb is always written in this dark, dreary tone of impending doom... every book, regardless of the difference in scientific work, it's the same, "Since 1984 the American government has been working on Nano-Technology and has now sold it to private companies, companies reporting to no authority figure, companies with no morals only pushing on for greater advances and more money... companies some would say, run by Satan himself!!". Well maybe not the Satan bit in there but it almost could be, you could slip it straight in. Anyway, his other big constant is for the reading to take huuuuuge fucking leaps of faith in regards to the scientific "evidence" he provides. Example... actually I was going to site a silly thing about the researchers using bits of amphibian DNA to finish making Dinosaurs in Jurassic Park but I realized that making Dinosaurs from DNA found in bugs trapped in amber is a big enough leap on it's own, suffice to say you can't be too picky if you want to enjoy a Crichton book... the more naive the better. Anyway on to Dan Brown.

Dan Brown's the dude who wrote The Da Vinci Code that everyone is all gung ho about lately. I didn't pick up The Da Vinci Code, I'm waiting for a cheaper illustrated version to come out, I think that could make for quite an enjoyable read, instead I picked up the prequel Angels & Demons. In both books we find symbologist Robert Langdon using his Harvard brain, his water polo swimming body (they call him The Dolphin) and his "surprisingly deep voice" to overcome various evil entities. Notice I never said his military training in there... something I think Mr. Langdon is secretly hiding somewhere. Now I have a problem with this book right off the hop, and I'm assuming this will continue into all Robert Langdon "adventures" as the cover states. That being, this is just a fucking book. To say "Robert Langdon's first adventure" on the cover implies that this character is the main character and thus the reader learns the story through him. This is not the case in Brown's writing. In a novel where we have a running main character, a la Hercule Poirot of Christie fame, Conan Doyel's Holmes, or even Harry bleedin' Potter, we find a third person limited omniscient narrator, a narrator who knows everything the main character thinks or feels but is as blind to other characters as the main character in the story is. This helps to create the mystery, to draw the reader into the character, and to make the main characters stunning discovery's stunning to the reader as well... no "I knew that was coming" moments. But no, Brown takes the easier way out and makes a simple third person omniscient narrator who spoils the mysteries before they're even laid out. He makes a stunning discovery and we're going, "uhh yeah, get moving". To make matters worse, the characters he mentions the least... glaringly doesn't delve into in fact, are the hidden baddies. By not mentioning them however, they stick out like sore thumbs. In the case of Angels & Demons, the guard whose childhood we learn about we certainly know is not a baddie, but the guard who's name is repeatedly mentioned but nothing more said, the only other guard to have his name mentioned, we suspect from the start so at the end when all the craziness is going down we aren't surprised at all. Uniformity my dear Mr. Brown goes a long way. If your narrator can tell me about everyone's childhood dramas and their dreams, then you'd do well to make sure everyone gets equal playing time so when the time comes for the big betrayal the reader might be a little surprised to find that the nice young guard was actually a bastard. Stating over and over how the other guards didn't like Frank and his beady eyes in between periods of reminiscing about Bob's long walks with Father Joey doesn't exactly make the number of likely traitors limitless. However, this does not mean that the book isn't entertaining. It's several steps away from fine literature, but it is entertaining in the subway book fashion... you can put it down anywhere, anytime, and pick it up and be right back into it. I did quite enjoy the book, I look forward to The Da Vinci Code but it could have been so much better, he's had an excellent idea for a character and storyline, it's just too bad he didn't look back to his english 110.6 notes on narrative or better yet called up J.K. Rowling to ask her how she made so much money.

Oof, jeez I can prattle on sometimes.

Other than reading (and dissecting apparently) Dan Brown, I have been very sick. Deathly some would say. I spent the entire weekend on the couch, which sucked mighty hard. The entire weekend on the couch can be seen as a good thing but in this instance it very much was not. Anyway, tune in tomorrow for my rant on not being able to find a Steve Alten book in Saskatoon.

There's one thing I've discovered...

2005-02-10T10:39:00.000-06:00

... Some girls are bigger than others, some girls are bigger than others... some girls mother's are bigger than other girls mother's.

I've spent the morning being pissed off at microsoft and their msn dealie thinga-ma-jobber. It has been repeatedly kicking me out so I must sign back in, then it says "sorry temporarily unavailable". Freeking annoying. Yes, I realize I'm complaining about this from work, frankly I don't give a damn. Fucking... Runtime error... I'll give you a runtime error, right up the bracket!!

Watched Harold & Kumar last night. Thought it was alright though I expected more just from all the reviews it's gotten.

I'm too annoyed to post... in the time it's taken to write this I've already had to re-sign in.

I don't care where...

2005-02-09T10:42:00.000-06:00

... just FAR awwwayyy...

I forgot to mention that I watched the fabled Man U vs. Arsenal match last night when it was replayed on Fox Sports. Wow. I'll admit here, I don't often really enjoy a soccer match. Being a hockey guy, I find most soccer games on the slow side. That isn't to say that no hockey game is boring. Trust me, no one hates a trapping, defensive hockey game more than I do, but a good aggressive game... Canucks vs. Avalanche or Leafs vs. Blues from about... maybe 10 years ago now, back in the Doug Gimour leaf days, man.. nothing beats that. The reason for this is simple, no game played in shoes can compete with the speed of skates. Having said that, the Man U/Arsenal game was a game that showed how exciting soccer can be. Constant attacking, high emotions, and a blistering pace right from the opening whistle... no wonder they're calling it the match of the year. Too often soccer is full of whining, diving, and slow paced plodding, 3 things that will make me turn away everytime. Both teams in this though, and the referree as well, deserve top marks for their work in this match.

Some men here, they have a special interest...

2005-02-09T10:04:00.000-06:00

... in your career, they want to help yooou to grow, annnnd then... siphon all your dough...

Poker happened last night.. I am lady luck's bitch. No wait. I am lady luck's handmaiden, Carlos is lady luck's bitch. We both just seem to have had no luck lately. It will come my friend, and then we will make them pay, oh yes.. payment will be due.

Yes my luck is changing, it is after all the Chinese New Year and being the mighty Dragon I am, I have deemed that I shall have amazing luck this year. So there.

Anyway, not much else to say.

She keeps on waiting for time out...

2005-02-08T08:54:00.000-06:00

... oh love, can you love me babe, love, is this loving babe... I think
Morning Interpol is excellent but as I've said before, you're just never quite sure about the lyrics.

Well Presidente George W. (the W's for wacky) Bush has put forth his budget for this year, cutting damn near every good wholesome cost and bolstering stuff for his war. One thing he ditched was a program to help get rid of drugs in schools... well to be fair, a drugged out person might be more likely to quit/fail/flunk out and then whaddya do with your grade 9 education.. why join the military! Whadda guy... Lewis Black said it best.. his job is to manipulate me and he hasn't done a good job... don't just pull down your pants and shit on my face. I can get audio of that routine if you want it, very funny.

There's an article on google news about how a hurry up offence wouldn't have helped Philly in the supahbowl. It wouldn't open... well I didn't want to wait for half an hour for it, but I beg to ask, why not? Oh and Stefan, has Atool taken you out with his big winnings... I believe you said if Philly loses by 3 or 4 he'd be a very happy man... was that final 17 - 14 Patriots?

The city of Saskatoon has decided that mother nature does better snow removal than they do, so they're just waiting for that to happen. Now there's a problem with this. That problem is, we got fuckloads of snow. Again, that's a technical term the weather channel uses, hope I'm not losing anyone with the lingo. So after having gotten... large amounts (laypersons terms.. ohhh political correctness!!) on Friday and Saturday, the city in quite possibly the largest display of intelligence this side of nuclear fusion, has decided to wait until Friday for the snow to melt. Wonderful. To be fair, they are doing the "main arteries", making it sound like our city is slowing dying of heart failure. The other problem I foresee in their plans is the fact that while it would be a lovely idea to think that as of Friday, February 11th winter will be over and it won't get cold again, I've lived here for 28 years and I know full well it's not the end of sub-zero temperatures. I think the answer lies in the words of a spokesman (he was male so I can say that and not be flogged by the League of Political Correctness) roughly it went"we'll come and have a look... but won't do it if we don't have to". We won't do it if we don't have to. There's a nine year old running the street clearing in Saskatoon who has equated the city streets and their cleanliness to his bedroom, which also won't be cleaned if he doesn't have to.

Lets all meet up in the year 2000...

2005-02-07T09:52:00.000-06:00

... won't it be strange when we're all fully grooooo-own.

The New England Patriots win the Superbowl... BOOOOOOO!!! Another year of hearing how Bill Belichek is close to god, nevermind those 5 losing seasons in Cleveland.

Dave Mah wins by armbar... YAAAAAAAYYY!!! Dave quickly defeated his opponent in the best fight of the night, even though it was only about 2-3 minutes long. Good show.

So we got un-fucking-believable amounts of snow over the weekend, I'm not making that up, the weather channel said "Saskatoon is getting un-fucking-believable amounts of snow this weekend" ... the kinda snow that when entering the parking lot this morning, I left marks where my front bumper cut down the snow and grooves where the differential runs. For all my whining about my Jeep I sure is glad I have it on these weekends.

Stefan came down this weekend, always good when a Stefan visit happens. He broached the subject of the Edmonton trip, fellas please (Yasko voice) when are we going? He also made mention of a psychiatry conference at Banff that he has to go to. Fellas, we are going. Yes an invite has been given already.

Late late hockey game tonight, suckola. 10:45pm is not when a game should start. Especially when I have to get up at 6am the next day.

Other blogs part 2: Terminal Blogocity!

2005-02-04T10:44:00.000-06:00

Today I bring you another edition of Other Blogs, the post where I bring to you, constant reader, the best(?) of other blogs out there. I can't believe what people there are in this world.

My journey into the other blogs of the world started predicably enough. In the first 5 blogs I went to, 1 was written in Spanish, 2 were maintained by gay men, 1 was done by a cool guy though it hadn't been updated in over a year - ask me for his link if you're really curious, and 1 made a comment about D&D. As Carlos said, the odds for a D&D comment are about 1 in 5 so that stands to reason. I ran across a 44 year old Norwegian man who has a blog entirely devoted to the Arsenal Gunners, and by devoted I mean fricken de-vote-ed. Then... the humour started, and oh, what humour it is. It started innocently enough... someone has posted the entire lyrics to Extreme's Hole Hearted. Not for the silliness that is Extreme, but because it's such a beautiful song, to them that is. Not only that, but someone has left a comment thanking them for posting said lyrics as the reading of them brightened their day so much. The blogger somehow tied the song into fostering a relationship to god or something... I was too shocked to see the entire typed out lyrics to an Extreme song given such reverence. Maybe I should have posted a comment asking the blogger how Extreme was growing closer to god when they wrote Get the Funk Out. After that I came upon my first depressed blogger.. someone who equates her job to that of Milton's on Office Space. Now Milton is awesome, as a movie character, saying you can relate to him is bad. Very bad. I came on a blogger who had the last name Kershenblatt - thought that was funny. Then I discovered a whole new breed of blogger. The arrogant grad student blogger. A number of people in the midst of Masters and Ph.D. work have blogs bestowing their... by their account, endless wisdom on the slakjawed masses of the world. They are known by their ridiculously long posts.. I mean really fricken loooong... like Maynard holding that note at the end of Judith type looooong. The one guy started every post with "Dear You" and appropriately enough ended it with "Sincerly Me". Fucking dink. I didn't bother reading their words because a quick skim was enough to tell me my prick-o-meter would have been off the charts with the levels of haughtiness found therein. Next came quite possibly the funniest and weirdest section of bloggers I never imagined there were. The Mormon bloggers. A bunch of Mormon folks got blogs and cultishly enough... they're all linked to each other. One dude was determined to show the world that he was not an animal and answered unasked questions pretaining to the mormon faith. But the biggest gem from this was the Feminist Mormon Housewives blog. Just read that title and try not to smile a little. Nevermind the Mormon factor, how the hell do you be a feminist housewife? Isn't that contradictory? This reminds me of the "taking back the pink " movement my friend Maria who was/is head of the women's center on campus told me about. Taking it back from who?

Then... it happened. I had been smoothly bumping along, hittin' the next blog button and it happened. I had mentioned before about the blogs in which some twit with the slightest bit of computer knowledge has rigged up to have a box pop up when you open their blog with a cutesy little message. I found one. Here is the pearls of wisdom that were bestowed on me.

[ [ ' if i had a staR f0r eveRy time euu bRightened mY daee.... ] (end of one box, hit ok)
[ i'D beh0ldinG dda galaxY in my haNdx.... ' ] ]

Those square brackets are there, as with the pointless apostrophe. Don'tcha just want to kill them? Hit the link if you feel you need to see this for yourself. After coming on the stupid cutesy message blog I decided that was enough next blogging for me. So there's another edition of the blogs of the world.

Iiinnnnn your hooowwwsse....

2005-02-04T08:51:00.000-06:00

... I looooonnggg, toooo beeeee

Hey hey hey... so I have to correct one thing from my new story post from yesterday, he's 29 not 28. It's still too damn much choco milk in a week.

Poker happened last night. I sucked. Carlos and I will be lamenting our poor luck from last night with many many pints.

Apparently a new James Bond movie is in the works but it's said that Pierce Brosnan won't be reprising his 007 role and they are looking for a new Bond. Personally I think Clive Owen would be really good for this. Some twit writer has said that Robbie Williams would make the best Bond, umm no.

Hang spent bullet casings from the windows of your house...

2005-02-03T11:58:00.000-06:00

... put up signs, please break in, I'd love the opportunity to kill you legally. Yes those are the words and yes it is a cool song... a Les Claypool/Henry Rollins collaboration, are you surprised?

I had to post this, news story I just read. In Ontario, where the majority of human error disasters seem to occur in Canada for some reason, someone managed to put in roughly 1 litre of cleaner with every 2 litres of choco milk. That's my understanding anyhow. This is terrible and naturally they've put out warnings and pulled stock from shelves and whatnot, thankfully it doesn't sound like the side effects are too terrible, they don't include death or exploding backsides at the moment anyway. You ask yourself though... how does this end up on the tragedy of the written word that is vitamin-r? Well I'll tells ya. The story caught my eye because the unfortunate 28 year old fellow who seems to have discovered the contaminated choco milk in question is known to drink at least 12 litres... I repeat 12 LITRES of choco milk A WEEK! Now I like the choco milk as much as the next 9 year old boy... but 12 litres a week! My god man...

I guess it was the beatings.. made me wise...

2005-02-03T07:31:00.000-06:00

... and I am not about to give thanks... or apolooooogize. Rearviewmirror is bar none one of my favourite songs of all time.

Awww damn. After hearing Would by Alice in Chains at the Yard last night, I fully intended to put it and some other gems from AIC on a disc for work today, I forgot. I also discovered I do a pretty mean Layne Staley.

Boy was there an attractive lifeguard here this morning.... wowza!

I saw Modest Mouse on Austin City Limits the other night. I know they're supposed to be great but I just can't get into them. To be honest, the music does nothing for me and the singer's voice annoys the hell out of me. Having actually seen them now, putting a face to the voice, I find my dislike has actually grown more. Oh well, different strokes as they say, but I put Interpol, The Killers, and Pilate (it's playing right now) several levels above them.

Poker tonight. Yay!

I walked with you, I talked with you...

2005-02-02T09:03:00.000-06:00

.... I still can't help thinkin'. Why on earth has Pilate not been signed?

Ohhhh... well things are getting to be on a more even keel. Holy shit... the mexican hat dance is absolutely fucking blasting in the gym this morning. Once again I say, ed classes are weird. Yes Patrick, weird. At least it's not the teddy bears picnic... I still get shivers from that...

Great news from the land of blog, Bloglos is back up and running. That's right, the man who I lay complete responsibility on for the blogging trend facing the world. I'm not so adept in the abilities of blogging to post links directly, so be a good chap and hit the one on the right under the appropriate heading "links", there's a good lad.

I watched The Terminal last night... my review... Meh. That about sums up my opinion of The Terminal, anti-climactic and having a crappy ending.

Bleh.... I really don't like waking up at 6am. Unless it's for personal pleasure, working at 6am is not cool.

Nothing much to prattle on about.

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

2005-01-26T07:28:00.000-06:00

... 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....

2005-01-25T09:31:00.000-06:00

.... 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.

2005-01-24T17:26:00.000-06:00

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

2005-01-24T17:25:00.000-06:00

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

2005-01-24T17:24:00.000-06:00

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

I can go...

2005-01-24T08:37:00.000-06:00

... 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.

2005-01-22T07:54:00.000-06:00

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...

2005-01-21T10:10:00.000-06:00

... 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...

2005-01-17T09:19:00.000-06:00

... 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...

2005-01-17T01:03:00.000-06:00

... 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...

2005-01-13T13:29:00.000-06:00

... 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...

2005-01-13T11:32:00.000-06:00

... 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...

2005-01-13T08:11:00.000-06:00

... 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...

2005-01-10T13:02:00.000-06:00

..."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....

2005-01-07T08:44:00.000-06:00

... 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...

2005-01-06T07:29:00.000-06:00

... 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...

2005-01-05T08:43:00.000-06:00

... 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...

2005-01-04T08:05:00.000-06:00

... 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.

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

2004-12-31T11:02:00.000-06:00

... 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!!

2004-12-28T08:45:00.000-06:00

... 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...

2004-12-23T08:20:00.000-06:00

...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...

2004-12-22T09:25:00.000-06:00

...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

2004-12-21T17:56:00.000-06:00

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...

2004-12-21T14:29:00.000-06:00

... 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

2004-12-20T08:25:00.000-06:00

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...

2004-12-17T10:30:00.000-06:00

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

2004-12-16T13:00:00.000-06:00

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!!

2004-12-16T07:11:00.000-06:00

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.

2004-12-15T08:00:00.000-06:00

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

2004-12-14T10:37:00.000-06:00

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

2004-12-09T08:34:00.000-06:00

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

2004-12-08T11:50:00.000-06:00

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

2004-12-08T09:44:00.000-06:00

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

2004-12-08T09:40:00.000-06:00

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

Gameday!!11

2004-12-06T09:22:00.000-06:00

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

2004-12-05T21:42:00.000-06:00

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

2004-12-03T08:48:00.000-06:00

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

2004-12-02T08:59:00.000-06:00

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

2004-12-01T08:52:00.000-06:00

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.

Gameday!!

2004-11-30T07:33:00.000-06:00

Gameday, the best day of the week!!

Hockey tonight... god I hope my leg lets me play tonight.

A couple thoughts on this morning.
- I had a kickass time in Edmonton, anyone interested in making that sort of trip an every 3 or 4 month excursion?
- The Dolphins beat the 49ners on the weekend.... Mike wins the bet. I feel for poor Kris Foster and the Red and Gold.

That's about it for now... maybe more later today.

Crazitude to level 9!!!

2004-11-29T09:24:00.000-06:00

Wow

The weekend in Edmonton was off tha hook y'all. Lets see....

We arrived Friday night and I had to run off with the ex for a bit. That was messed up and I'll leave it there. This time no dirt though so props to me. When I got back, feeling a tough out of sorts, I discovered Dave and Carlos planning to go down to the lounge in the magnificent Supah 8 Hotel we were in. I needed strong drink so I was pleased. Then we went in.... and were shocked. Officially dubbed "The Saddest Place in the World" there was a smell in the air we have decided was a mixture of death, what Carlos feels formaldehyde must smell like, and sadness... or what we feel sadness must smell like. I was wanting one drink, so we stayed for a beer. Much to Carlos's surprise I came back to the table with cans of Kokanee... yes cans in a bar. We laughed for about 10 minutes on that. Stefan's friend Atol mentioned that that was understandable given the number of truckers that would frequent the place. I didn't know if that meant it got rowdy and no bottles meant no bottles broken on heads, or that cans were easier to take into a vehicle... either way it seemed bad.

Saturday Carlos and I grabbed breakfast served by a lady with arms nearly the size of mine. She was older but I would have so taken David Wilcox's advice and been Layin' Pipe. Anyway, we hit the mall at 11 and the long day began. I won't go into it all because this day went from 11am to 2am, but here's the high points.

- The girls working the gun range are hot in a trashy sort of way made more appealling (or less) because of the fact they are completely nuts. When I visited them about a desert eagle it was revealed that the one girls mom had a gold plated one, and that they both intended to own one of everything in the store.
- The Earl's in the mall is home to some of the most beautiful women in the world.
- Some of the Hooter's girls have really big hooters.
- Taco Bell is a godsend and Saskatoon should have 5 by now.
- A gay guy saying that another gay guy "throws like such a woman" is funny as hell.
- Sean kicked ass in his debut of real poker at a casino, making $45 bucks.

Now I'll get into the Reds bowling story... as my profile picture (when it eventually gets up) may raise some questions. We went bowling, drunken, 7 of us bowling with a couple onlookers to start. All was fine until the rest of the crew came to watch and Patrick instituted the rule that if you gutter ball your first ball, it's pants round the ankles for the second ball. So yes, that's me bowling with my pants around my ankles. In all, Brady, Stefan, and myself were the only ones to be pants on the floor. But we made people happy I tells ya.. particularly the ladies in adjacent lanes.

Then we went to a club called escape where I was patted down prior to entering, crazy. The place was pretty cool. Basically a giant dance floor with some damn fine hip hop on tap. I paid $5.25 for a beer, that sucked. And the ladies... lets just say I was wishing I wasn't quite so hammered, as it was I avoided speaking to anyone as my drunkeness would have made me look quite stoopid. I was wishing Ashley was there as she would be up for dancing and would've been liking the music. That's enough for now, keep an eye on Bloglos for photos.

BEER FUELED MAYHEM!!!!1111

2004-11-26T10:11:00.000-06:00

The weekend is almost upon us, and the Stag is almost here! It will be a weekend for the ages.

Having said that, we are scheduled to leave at 1, so I'm guessing we get out of town about 2. Not much more to say at the moment. I have a feeling I'm going to be hitting on everything that moves... just a gut feeling on that. Playa, getcha game on!

*those who know me know the humour in me using the word "playa" in reference to myself, what can I say, I like the phrase*

Oh, and Marco Antonio Barrera, who happens to have the most kickass name in boxing, is fighting a great fight this weekend - anyone interested in boxing should watch it Saturday. In light of this let me say WAR BARRERA!!!!1111

Meh...

2004-11-25T09:11:00.000-06:00

I work with children. At least once a week I have to wipe greasy fingerprints off the monitor screen. I ask you, who touches the screen of a computer. They're like jocky-footballer types too so no doubt there's some kickass civic or girl on the screen that they feel they need to point out to a buddy and simply gesturing isn't enough, they need to mark it with a greased finger smudge. You think it's petty, but honestly when you're staring at enough fingerprints to make you think a crowd of kindergarten aged kids were on the computer at the Spongebob Squarepants site, you'd get annoyed too.

I actually made money playing poker last night. Normally I don't really lose cash, usually in the $2 to $5 range with the occasional night where I donate $10 to a buddy, that or else I'll break even or make a buck or two. Last night I actually made $11, big night for me. I'd like to say it was my superb skill, but it wasn't, I just happened to get the cards, think I had 4 flushes on the night. As a side note, something happened last night that needs to go down in the annuls of history... or at least in my blog for posterity. Ray, Alfred's cousin, was in a no limit tourney at the casino last night and on the very first hand was dealt pocket Queens... for those uninitiated that's a pair of Queens. So Ray, being thoroughly insane, goes all in before the flop. Again in laymans terms that means he puts in all his cash before any community cards are shown. Well, some guy called him who had King Queen suited and he ended up getting.... a flush or a straight or something, he beat Ray anyway. So that was it, Ray was done in one hand, possibly the quickest out ever. Jan can verify if that would be a record holder.

And this brings me to Patrick Stag weekend 2004!! Although being a stag, it won't be an annual event. Edmonton is the place to be and mucho funo will be had...o. No strippers will be involved, which I have no problem with. I may be single but I'm not so desperate as to need to sit and watch someone take their clothes off. It's something different if my girlfriend is doing that, there was this one valentine's day..... uhhh, nevermind.

What does bring me to the stag weekend is the casino that we will be attending. That will be fun, as well as the waterpark, gun range, hooters.... much fun will be had, I look forward to it.

Other blogs

2004-11-24T09:28:00.000-06:00

I've spent part of this morning hitting the "next blog" button at the top there and viewing other folks blogs. Stacey and Carlos have made mention of this before and the slow morning at work prompted me to give it a shot. Wow. There is some interesting individuals on this earth. The one dude... I swear he posted everyday, and everyday me off handly mentioned going to a buddies place, "for some D&D". On occasion he'd start a post with "I leveled up today!". It almost made me want to play the D&D, almost. There also seems to be an inornate number of posters from Singapore. I don't know why Singapore but there ya go. Occasionally you get these folk with far too much time on their hands who make pop ups happen with interesting lines like, "I feel you for eternity" only it's not just that, it's "` ~ ` i f e e l y o u f o r e t e r n i t y ` " And then the compy at work locks up and I hate the person a little more for being such a wannabe artsy pretend techno geek. If the computer didn't lock up I'd leave lovely annoymous messages daily regarding their lack of friends/respect/spirituality/hope until they just cut it out.

Ashley came by to drop off some cd's to be made into a mini-disc as she's a techno peasent. It's rare that I can refer to someone as a techno-peasent as I'm surrounded by the pinnacles of nerddom. People with binary watches for example (yes... it is jealously, I'll admit it). She left her mini-disc player... I just realized that I think she left it on purpose. Oh my.

I must download some Roots today, any suggestions for which tracks??

Resume

2004-11-23T10:03:00.000-06:00

It has been brought to my attention that my resume in a word, sucks. I'm not surprised in the least as I have very little experience in making a resume, throughout my life I've gotten jobs from talking to whomever is doing the hiring and having them say, "Do you want a job?". The resume has been a formality at best. Actually my resume is that bad, but it's poorly setup for electronic transfer, the type of jobs I'm applying to. Anyway, anyone with experience in making kickass resumes can by all means approach me with advice for mine. I am going to go to one of the resume service people here in town to try and get something a little more better... ahh more better, maybe using langauge like that is a bad thing for resumes.

CSI: Miami

2004-11-22T21:59:00.000-06:00

I'm going to do something now that I never thought I would do; make a commentary on a television show.

I just finished watching CSI:Miami, and boy is it craptastic. I'll admit, I quite enjoy the whole CSI thing that they've got going. But this Miami one... hoo boy has it gone off the deep end. I used to enjoy it, but thought that red headed moron, Horatio (can't remember the actor's name now) was, well... a red headed moron. Then, at the start of this season they offed the one guy I liked on the show. Now I think it's because Rory Cochran (the aforementioned offed guy) is a good actor and saw that they intended to send the show into the depths of ridiculousness and wanted out. It has sunk to new levels of bad. That Horatio boy... in tonight's episiode his first four lines were one liner cliches delivered in a perfect Captain Kirkesqueness. The plot as well has been sent reeling into the beyond. A daring bank heist during a ginormous tidal wave, militant racists being pirates to steal rocket launchers, yes rocket launchers, to fire at the cuban shop owners, the CSI Lt. guy burning through a building to save some guy just as it blows up, I won't even get into my issues with the CSI crew driving Hummers, fucking Hummers as their company car... un-fucking-believable. And all the way through is Lt. Cain delivering his over acted vows to "put you away". I watch very little television and I have been reinformed as to why I don't.

Other notes of interest. There's been gossip of David Hasslehoff appearing in the next Harry Potter movie. I won't even get into how hopeful I am. Awesome.

Henceforth I wish everyone interested in boxing to start referring to John Ruiz as the "foul PuertoRican" after his bout with Andrew "the foul Pol" Golota.

The weekend

2004-11-22T09:12:00.000-06:00

Weekend came and went like a... fuck it, I'm too sick to make similes today.

I have a cold. It started to come on on Friday and now is it firmly locked in. Sucks. I used a paint cleaner on my jeep Sunday, wow did that make a difference. It looked ok before but now it's actually a shiny dark black.

Played hockey Saturday night, we won in a 6 - 0 rout. I winged the post something fierce because once again my left leg has decided it's jealous of the attention my right leg got with surgery and all and is making a play for why it should also have surgery. Much of the game for me was spent doubled over in pain on the bench. It really sucks too because I have just enough leg to make it to the opposing team's blue line on a rush, then it wants to give out and I have to do silly things like pass or shoot from the top of the circle. Not happy. I will head to Taillon's office today or tomorrow to speak with the gorgeous receptionist about it. Yay. Maybe my leg is trying to help me with my relationship status.

Congrats to Jaret on leaving Slaveway and having a life on the weekends. Hopefully Jaret and Erin will be able to make it to some of the Saturday festivities in the future.

Big Big Congrats to Mighty Dave Mah on winning his debut bout in MMA. Dave defeated some guy, now some loser guy, on Saturday at the Odeon. I wasn't able to see the bout but I've heard there is a video to be viewed.

A king amongst men.

2004-11-19T07:58:00.000-06:00

So I took the new Jeep to my mechanic this morning. I've discovered that it has a penchance for revving to 3,000rpm when it's cold. Not good. On the bright side, I was going to polish the body but found out I hadn't brought enough out from my folks place, a motorcycle uses very little polish, but I figured I'd do a small spot on the hood just to see if it would make any difference. Whoo dog, big difference so I'm going to polish it up on Sunday and hopefully it will sparkle sparkle.

I'm also buying sound deadening mat for it, that bugger's loud.

It should be noted too that my mechanic is truly a king of men. If anyone in the Saskatoon area needs a mechanic, Prairie Autohaus is the place to go. Yogi Thakore runs the show there and he's simply kickass. Honest and just a nice guy, 652-0888.

Got the jeep

2004-11-18T07:51:00.000-06:00

Happy day, yesterday I picked up the Jeep... at first I had that, oh shit what have I gotten myself into feeling, but after driving it for a bit and taking it to my mechanic for a look, I have a much better outlook. It's not perfect, but it's pretty darn good. I'm now only miffed that the seller guy didn't clean it up before I bought it. I mean the console was full of basically junk, not cool. I'll finish cleaning it up today hopefully be able to give it a polish.

The link is for something called Rate My Professor. Pretty much any prof anywhere is on it, kinda neat to see.

Polly Wolly Crappy

2004-11-17T07:43:00.000-06:00

Played 1 period before having to call it a game last night. Went on an end to end rush on my first shift but the legs aren't quite there yet so I couldn't burn the D. Shortly after, my left leg started it's massive ache. Today I start to try and rehab that. I think I'll go talk to the doc about it, also gives me a chance to visit the hot receptionist.

I should be picking up the Jeep tonight. Looking forward to that, I will get Alf to bring his camera for pics.

Jeep day! maybe

2004-11-16T08:37:00.000-06:00

Went and looked at the YJ last night, doesn't look too bad. I'm going to try and get my mechanic to give it a once over and if he says yay! then I will buy it ASAP. For those interested, it is black and has a chrome skull shift knob with red light up eyes.... I almost want to keep the shift knob.

If I purchase it I will post a pic.

My doctorb gave me the green light to play stuff, may not be able to tonight with the vehicle stuff going on. The sweet receptionist again remembered and visited, unfortunately I have no further reason to go see him... actually I do need to grab a note from him yet, hmmm..... she's really cute.... getcha game on.

Funny shiate for my peeps!

2004-11-15T09:25:00.000-06:00

Been reading stuff on sherdog and playing GTA this weekend, hence my gangsta.

The weekend came and went, nothing much to report on. I played a smart guy and decided to hold off on hockey until I see the doctorb today. If he gives me the green light I will play tomorrow night. I did play volleyball yesterday which went well aside from my aching back today, the snapping when you hit makes things not happy where I broke it. It will get better, first game in awhile is all.

Oh yeah, the Riders lost. Fucking McCallum. I do place the blame squarely on him.

I'm hoping I found a Jeep to buy today, need to talk to moms and pops.

Now the funny stuff. I putting up links for the Seanbaby archives and Red vs. Blue. Seanbaby writes funny articles for a magazine called The Wave. Brad sent links for it before. If you've a moment and want to read something funny, check 'em out. I recommend the Turkish Star Wars, Van Damme Movies, or The Complete guide to self defense guides - a personal favourite.

Red vs. Blue is rapidly closing on homestarrunner in terms on online cartoon comedy. Where as the homestar runner guys are kings of flash, Red vs. Blue is done using the Halo game engine. The episodes are in the area of 6 - 8 minutes long but they're full of goodness. Particularly if you're a fan of Halo, or have an opinion of online gaming. You watch them with media player or quicktime. Ahhh.... "you fucking noob" always makes me smile after the Red vs. Blue.

Gameday, the best day of the week!

2004-11-12T08:14:00.000-06:00

Well, I didn't get to skate the other day, didn't make it home in time to head out and give it a try. So it's going to be a trial by fire tonight, big 10:30 start time. Hopefully it will go ok.

In other news, my car search has escalated. If anyone knows of something decent for $5,000 please let me know. I'm hoping to find a half decent YJ but at this point I will entertain all suggestions.

Damn

2004-11-10T21:58:00.000-06:00

I've been used. It fucking sucks.

Coming down

2004-11-10T08:20:00.000-06:00

Well, I'm just coming down off the euphoric high I've been floating on since Saturday. With luck I will have news... that won't be posted here, in the next couple days. Had an opportunity to get news yesterday and I didn't jump on it like the hobo to a ham sandwich that I feel, wish I had but I didn't want to interrupt.

In other news, I'ma go skating today!!! Hopefully this will mean hockey in the near future. We'll see how the legs feel. I'm hoping there is yet light at the end of the don't need surgery tunnel. Today I didn't have the standard debilitating ache in my left leg on the walk to work, good news there. There may be hockey and soccer for me yet this winter.

Big fights this weekend. Unfortunately it's in the weak heavyweight division. I'm looking forward to it solely because I'm hoping Andrew Golota pulls out the three punch to junk combo on Ruiz. Ruiz sums up all that is bad in heavyweight boxing at the moment and though the combo would likely end in a DQ for Golota, it would be so worth it. Some of you not familiar with the infamous Golota/Bowe II (I think it was II) bout may not have seen the three punch junk combo... he hit him with a straight right, left hook, right hook all untouched and clean right to the bollucks. Bowe dropped... this is a large large man throwing these punches. Now one low blow is one thing, but THREE!! in combination is... awesome for humour value. What's really crazy is that Golota was winning the fight, it wasn't the act of a desperate fighter. This has given Golota the nickname "The Foul Pole". Nice. Don King, who promotes both Golota and Ruiz has come out and said that "Andrew thinks the testicles are above the belt now, so there won't be any low blows". hee hee...

Greatest night of my life... potentially

2004-11-08T08:11:00.000-06:00

Ahhh.... Saturday was... *sigh*... ok, here's the rundown.

Saturday was pub crawly night, and oh what a night. I'll get to the night of my life bit at the end. So we started at the Paturday, nothing too special, a few pre-crawl beers and much hooting. Then off to the Overdrive, my first visit there since it was the Blind Tiger 9 years ago. It looked exactly like the Blind Tiger 9 years ago, and that's all I got to say about that. Back on the bus and over to the Hose. On the way over, a large football type guy mooned the other bus... ahh the pub crawl. The Hose was nothing overly special, except Alfie. Alfie had started drinking at Szechaun Kitchen prior to heading to the Pat even. So after a number of shooters at the Overdrive and numerous beers in between, Alfie wasn't feeling too hot. So he went out for some "air", like ya do. I wish I could have seen it, but Alfie tells me that the "Broadway skid", you know, that guy who plays the 4 stringed guitar out front of Lydia's, ya that guy. Anyway, the Broadway skid comes up to Alf as he sits on a bench in front of the Hose and says, "Whoa, are you ok man?" Alf knew he had hit bottom when the broadway skid thinks you don't look too hot, so he opted for home. It was 10:30.

I had been told we were going to the Hose last and the plan had be to jump off before returning to the Pat, instead we were there 2nd and it was still early. I thank my lucky stars and Carlos, Stacy, and Kris for wanting to continue on crawling otherwise the Pat never would have happened later.

So we again boarded the bus and headed for the Scuzz sans Alfred. Yes the Scuzz. First time I've been there in many many years, it sucked. We sat and mostly put in time until we could move on. My highlight was watching my friend, who I won't name, shake her ass with this dorky guy. Friend if you read this.... what were you thinking???

Anyway, then off and back to the Pat. Pretty much as soon as I got there I ran into someone I had heard might be there.... and then.... *sigh* then my mind was blown away. Incredible. Unfortunately my night ended on a confused note, I hope to hear something this week. If I do, then this night will be the greatest night of my life.

Carlos and crew took off sometime, I was... away... and didn't see them go but by the time I called Carlos when I left they were at home.

Sunday:
Riders win! Riders win! Despite their offence, or lack there of, Riders win! The D kicked ass on Jason "don't look at my ears" Maas. Burris played an uninspired game and will have to do better in BC. Keith was pretty ineffective until the last drive, he finished with 95 yards, which is good, but 44 of those yards came on one carry, prior to that he was unable to get free. The D though, 4 sacks... maybe 5 not sure if Maas got over the line of scrimmage on the one play. A couple near picks, well done.

Anyway, I'm sitting here with the same goofy grin I've had since Saturday night... amazing.

Ruud Dude

2004-11-04T10:02:00.000-06:00

I have to make a comment on this. The Ruud dude put up four in the Red Devils last match. Man I love that guy, Van Nistlerooy kicks ass.

I'ma order more channels today methinks, I should have been watching that.

Yakkity

2004-11-04T07:19:00.000-06:00

Dum... Ba-Dee.... Dee-Doh-Doh-Da-Do... Da-hmmm-hmm...

I really don't have much to say, just bored in tha morning. I'm really not much of a fan of these early mornings at all. I used to be ok with it, but lately I just don't like to get moving. Once I'm up I'm good, but dragging my piano laden ass out of bed is becoming more and more difficult. It used to be good cause I would leap out of bed knowing I could ride the bike to work with delightfully empty roads.... it was Valentino Rossi time on the way to work. I'd usually get to go for a bit of a joy ride because I would be early.... ahhh those was the days. For those who don't know, Valentino Rossi is the Michael Schumacher of Moto GP, Moto GP being the Formula 1 of motorcycle racing. If you don't know who Michael Schumacher is you're weird.

But now it's chilly and dark in the morning. I wouldn't mind it if it was snowy, but nooooo everyone had to get all uppity about the snow so their combined whining raised the ambient temperature enough to melt what snow we had. So now by the weekend, when it's supposed to drop to a high of -5, it will be what I hate, cold with no snow.

At least the pub crawly is happening on Saturday... no wait PATURDAY!! night. In the past when Alfred has guaranteed fun the night has been off the hook as the homeboyz say. Word.