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[20 Feb 2009|06:10am] |
I've so lost track of what day it is it isn't even funny. See, the thing says it's Friday, and it probably is, I just don't know how I got here. I was asleep the last 18 hours, dreaming about whether or not packaged gravy is cheaper than a peanut butter sandwich, and some bizarre world where apartment building lobbys look like fuzzy brown basements from the 70s which are actually bars that operate on a ticket-only (and not cash) basis. Oh yeah, there was something in there about fighting Illithids but I think that involved a compromise of ham being more delicious than brains? Apparently Neverwinter Nights 2 took over part of my dream and made a successful diplomacy check.
*blink*
I've slept so little, and alternatively so much, that I don't know wtf is going on anymore. I'll just give trying to figure this out a pass and hope it sorts itself out.
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| The Omnivore's Hundred |
[18 Jan 2009|12:09pm] |
Instructions amended slightly from their original incarnation.
1) Copy this list (including the instructions)
2) Bold all the items you’ve eaten.
3) Strike-through any items that you would never consider eating, or have tried and will never try again (remember to bold it though, because you've still tried it once).
( 100 Things to Eat Before You Die, or something )
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| thunder. horse. thunder. horse. thunder-thunder. thunder-thunder. thunder. thunder. horse. |
[12 Jan 2009|12:47pm] |
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Dethklok - Thunderhorse |
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50 Known-Unknowns become Known-Knowns
Such gems as 'too much caffeine causes women's breasts to shrink' and 'chemotherapy is markedly less effective as a treatment for breast cancer in overweight women versus women whose body weight is medically normal'. Maybe those are just interesting gems because it's extremely relevant to my interests. I'm a shallow, shallow man.
Dunno when I last posted, but I'll hazard a guess that it was a while ago. Not that much interesting happens when you're a hobo. Ask me what's new, and my response will probably be something to the effect of 'as much as can be new when you're not working, not in school, and rarely leave the house'. Cait treated me to AC/DC for my birthday. It was excellent. I have an uncanny ability of always sitting near weird people on public transit. I either end up adjacent to a hobo, or someone who is hopelessly oblivious and hits on the women near them for the duration of the trip in spite of the obvious disinterest of the object.
I was greatly in demand over this holiday season, so if I didn't get to spend any time (or enough time) with you, my bad. There was no way of knowing that people would actually want to spend time with me. That's something of an aberration, I feel, though I probably would have still been able to do it if I didn't have a bit of insomnia that kept me up for 3 all-nighters in a 12 day span. C'est la vie.
Still trying to figure out what to do with this curry situation. I've got about a pound of curry powder. Given that it's taken me about a year to go through 2/3s of a jar of Patek's garam masala, I'm not sure how I'm going to get through it all. Maybe I'll make a blinding powder.
I have lots I want to do, I just have a problem getting started. If staying up all hours didn't exhaust me, it might actually be preferable to just have more time in the day. Seems like even if I multitask and practice guitar while at the computer, I still have a whole list of things I want to do going untouched. I suppose it'd help if I didn't have to be patient, too. I'd like to see immediate progress with things, instead of slowly grinding away and feeling like I'm getting nowhere. Practically speaking, work without reward is no more enriching than laziness without reward.
I finally saw Hellboy 2, and No Country for Old Men. Both were excellent, though in entirely different ways. Hellboy was fun and didn't take itself too seriously. No Country was flawless and dramatic, though the ending was fairly predictable I thought (could it have ended any other way? I think not).
Cry, baby, cry. Make your mother sigh.
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| ... all ages? really? |
[09 Dec 2008|06:27pm] |
Ryan and I are going to see GWAR at Cowboy's on the 16th. The tickets say 'all ages'. I laughed.
Gore, giant phalluses, thrash metal: fun for the whole family! If they wanted to stop someone from bringing in their 6 year old, they couldn't. All ages.
I'm preparing for comedy.
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| OJ -_- |
[06 Dec 2008|01:30am] |
I'm so fucking mad right now.
OJ Simpson is going to jail, just to fill in anyone who doesn't know, because he got some buddies and some guns and conspired to kidnap and rob a man he alleges stole from him (and recorded audio of it, for some reason, probably because he's a dope). OJ claims he 'wanted his stuff back', but he flagrantly committed a series of crimes, and he's been convicted of kidnapping and armed robbery, sentenced to a minimum of 7 years and a maximum of 27 years, he'll probably spend at least the next 15-18 in jail. This is not the part that angers me. He committed a crime, he left giant trails of irrefutable, non-circumstantial evidence this time, and he's taking the fall for it that he should.
The part that makes me mad is the countless blogs I've seen already that are all saying 'justice delayed, but justice served', 'finally, justice', 'it's about time this creep got put behind bars for killing his wife', etc. This trial had NOTHING AT ALL TO DO WITH the murder of his ex wife. Fuck. He isn't being put away because he allegedly killed two people. The fact that people think that this is what the case was about demonstrates something about the quality of the education system. Newsflash: people who conspire to commit kidnapping and armed robbery, and then commit kidnapping and armed robbery, these people don't just pop in and out of prison in a short 2 years. I don't even know if people understand the variety of reasons why he was even found not-guilty of those charges in the first place, for that matter. Racist police fudging the evidence and a wholly circumstantial case couldn't have had anything to do with it, no-sir. Shit, you know what? Maybe they should have just found him guilty and set an official precedence for putting people in jail because they're black and, by necessary logical conclusion, criminals. That'd certainly leave us in a good place, wouldn't it.
It boggles my mind that people want a legal system that, when they're in the crosshairs, is fair, impartial, and free of bigotry and bias, but when it's someone else... well, that's another story. Then they want a legal system that strings them up, gets revenge, makes them suffer for their misdeeds even if it wasn't their own and they're just a convenient scapegoat so that someone goes to jail. FRIIIIGGGGGGGGGG.
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| black devil, what do you see when you're looking at me |
[01 Dec 2008|11:23pm] |
Quick or not quick, we'll see how this turns out. Fragmented at the very least.
Boston Legal is love.
Have not seen Quantum of Solace yet, but that's cause I only just got around to watching Casino Royale. I actually thought it was quite good. I don't know if I'm as eager to call Craig the 'best bond ever' as the media seems to have been doing, but it was interesting to see a bond who was more physically strong/athletic, one might even say 'manly', who also took on a few softer non-bond/non-machismo aspects in CR. I'm not sure that Craig was everything, so much as the film on the whole was well written and well cast.
( Coalition government huzzah! )
( * = auto digression )
Rock Band 2. Visions. What the fuck is that shit?! D: D: D:
I feel like cooking, but we don't have any butter or anything that I might want to make. Also it's midnight and I'm not hungry. I just want to cook though. For some reason I have an urge to make a roux/bechamel/mornay with jalapeno and make spicy macaroni and cheese. I may have brain my damage.
On the bus ride home from Ottawa (oh yeah, I was in Ottawa for 11 days or something if anyone didn't know? <3 Cait) this dude from Barrie named Jeff sat beside me. The bus is weird because I always find it really affirming: I chatted with this guy and long story short, he spent 5 years on the street, a couple years in jail, and got HIV doing drugs before he got his life back together. The bizarre thing was that on a lot of subjects our lives had lead us to the same conclusions about work, relationships, happiness, education, etc despite how clearly different the paths of our lives have been. I guess I don't talk to people enough, cause I tend to be very hesitant and full of self-doubt when it comes to making decisions, and usually feel my judgement is suspect, even if I tend to endorse it with the bravado of my words... I just... huh. I don't know. I'm only 23 (turning 24 in 16 days) and either I've figured out some serious shit well before my time and just need to turn around my perspective on myself, or by some uncanny coincidence I've come to identical (but wrong) conclusions as someone else while leading a life that didn't suffer any serious consequences for the drawing of those same conclusions. I just wish there were an easy way to know sometimes. My anxiety about being able to function on even a basic level in life would be greatly reduced if there were just some sort of easy check/balance to whether or not at any given moment I've got my head on the right way. There isn't of course. I just wish there were.
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| the future... I wish it wouldn't come but it always does |
[24 Oct 2008|02:09am] |
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http://www.pbs.org/independentlens/chicago10/
I shouldn't watch these things when I'm trying to sleep. Between the judge binding and gagging one of the defendants, the police beating by-standers and protesters entirely unprovoked, and the failed promise of a better future that obviously didn't come to bear, I don't think it takes much to understand how frustrating it is to navigate the world. The Chicago Seven/Eight/Chicago Conspiracy/whatever you want to call it brings up too many issues for me to ever coherently address in a single sitting. I'm going to be up most of the night now, that much is certain.
( Read more... )
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| oh, taxation. |
[23 Oct 2008|03:14pm] |
"With respect to common-law partner, Income Tax Act 248(1) defines such an individual as a person who cohabits with the taxpayer in a conjugal relationship for a continuous period of at least one year, or is the parent of a child of whom the taxpayer is also a parent. There is no requirement in the income tax legislation that either a spouse or a common-law partner be a person of the opposite sex. One can, however, assume that they must be of the same species." - Byrd & Chen's Canadian Tax Principles 2008-2009 (2008).
Of the same species? Really? You know, with all those dogs out there paying income tax, I thought we should maybe allow our Marriage Act to be informed by our tax laws and not vice-verse. If this is what passes for humour in accounting, please shoot me now. To think, you'd only have to fuck your dog for a year to get an additional personal income tax deduction, or have your dog be a parent to your existing children. How about that. It makes total sense.
D:< D:< D:<
Fanshaaaaweeeeeeee! D:
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| knock knock |
[27 Sep 2008|09:29am] |
Who's there?
150 collapsible chairs piled in the middle of your dining room courtesy of the sales staff.
150 chairs piled in the middle of... wait, what?
Ha ha! It's 3pm, we're going home early.
No word of a lie.
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| tabernac >:( |
[25 Sep 2008|11:40pm] |
Don't you love it when you arrive to work to find out someone's called in sick, and by so doing shoves you into the awesome role of bartender, even though your availability says 'no bars on weeknights'? I know I do.
Don't you love it when you're forced to serve a bar, but your ever-so-competent supervisory staff "forgot" to order beer on time, and so you have 1/6 of the brand selection you normally would, and insufficient quantities of the remaining stock to even make it through the pre-dinner portion of bar service? You know, so you have to tell people that you're out of beer. In a bar. Wrap your heads around that. Savour it. Slosh it around a little to really get the taste of it. Mmm. Yum.
It's also a good time when you have food to set up for someone. And you do. And then they tell you they wanted you to set it up a different way. After you're done setting it up. And they watched you set it up that way. And they didn't say anything. So you comply, because that's your job. And then they stop you while you're working just to tell you to 'Hurry up' because 'People are starting to leave'. Even though they could have given you direction to start with, which would have saved everyone a whole bunch of wasted time. But no. I guess they assume that stopping you from working on the task they want completed will make the job conclude more quickly. Get it done by not doing it. Seems fairly non-Newtonian to me, but what do I know, I don't have an MBA and therefore must be incapable of understanding how the world works with my poor inferior brain.
I think it's time to quit. Fuck this. Fuck this. Fuck this.
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| off to bed |
[21 Sep 2008|05:57am] |
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I got home from work after Cait had already gone to bed :( But king Kong was on, so I watched it cause I wasn't really that tired (still coming off a 12 hour work day, busy, bit of stress and adrenaline and caffeine, higher than relaxed blood pressure, etc. anyway). For some reason I always seem to forget how brilliant the narrative is, but perhaps that's because everyone talks about the film in terms of the significance of the score and the animation and the impact on film in general with the original and the cgi in Jackson's. The too often referenced 'it was beauty that killed the beast' simply cannot serve as the summation of the film, and I refuse to accept the view of this film as a simple epic adventure or thriller because it realises so much more about humanity than that. Perhaps more on that some other time, though, as I'm quite bagged right now.
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| America +++ |
[13 Sep 2008|01:50am] |
No word of a lie: today I received a bronzed bust of Lincoln in the mail. Details and possibly pictures to follow. Thanks, Nojim :P
I have to be at work in 8 hours. I am going to bed.
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[01 Sep 2008|05:02pm] |
http://hundredpushups.com/index.html
I thought this looked like a fun challenge, so I'm going to do it. Why not. Question mark?
I keep prodding my dad re: getting my guitar stuff together, and he keeps telling me we'll go get it, and we keep not getting it. I'm considering just putting my new pickups in my existing guitar instead of the one I'm trying (unsuccessfully) to start building, so that at least I don't have $400 of parts just lying around not being used. If I do this, I need to decide whether I want to install the Bigsby on my Dean too, but it has delicious sustain right now that I don't want to mess with -- especially if installing the tremolo meant I had to rout down part of the body to keep the string height at the bridge in the right spot. Those sentences meant nothing to 3/4 of you.
I've started doing some mail/maille work lately, because I can't focus on a single task at a time. It helps put in the time, but it's slow going. An hour-long attempt at dragonscale (which is something of an interlocking Euro 4-1, it's quite dense) yielded a 1" x .5" length of chain -- wholly unsatisfying, since that means that to make anything even bordering on wearable would take hundreds if not thousands of hours of labour, and since I'm using copper and aluminum (not iron or steel) it'd be tons of labour for something purely aesthetic. Frustrating. Reaaaal frustrating. Making tessellations out of rings was much easier and went much faster though, so if things are going to be purely aesthetic that's the direction I may go. It's less mail-y and more just shiny, but maybe if I do some cool patterns and mount it on suede it'll be alright.
I bought Futurama's Beast with a Billion Backs today, but I still need to see Bender's Big Score. Alas Rogers only had one and not the other. Perhaps once I get my bus pass from Failshawe tomorrow I can pursue it. I have been too long without new Futuramas.
On that note, school resumes tomorrow. Exciting times. I'm going to be pursuing co-op for January, I reckon, since my whole summer was a wash and failed at life my whole summer was a wash and failed at life. I have a laptop, and Fanshawe says I need a laptop, and since I cannot afford an auxiliary laptop, I may have to do some partitioning/dual boot-ing on account of Vista being horrible. Or maybe this requirement is like many of Fanshawe's other "requirements" and will not actually be a requirement because they're only talking about software installation and the mobility factor is only a factor because they assume all entrants are incapable of using any technology more advanced than a spoon and so mobility would be useful for faculty to troubleshoot problems with the students. Who knows.
Anyway, I saw Cait 6 out of 7 days last week, so that was exciting goodness :D Much good eats were had, although I'm waiting for my body to crash back into its malaise now that it's going to be another 3+ weeks before I get to see her again.
Work is horrible though, and I want to quit again. I might quit, but I like money. Also I don't want to quit before ensuring that I can attend the Christmas party. Also before I get another pair of dress shoes with some sort of reimbursement. Annoyingly, homecoming is coming up, which means we'll be busy as hell, which means I'll be working a bunch more than I want to, which means I'll probably start yelling at staff like I did the other day. Good times with people refusing to serve guests because they "don't want to" even though that's what they're being paid to do. If you want to keep your job, you do it, you don't show up and get paid for fucking the dog. Goddamn I hate it when people do 'just enough' to get by, every single time.
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| breakin' the law, breakin' the law |
[14 Aug 2008|04:11am] |
Concert was good. I'd go on, but those of you who'd actually be interested in knowing deets I'll either be talking to shortly or were at the show. Anyway. Remember how I was bitching a while ago about people throwing shit out of cars at people? Mostly at me. Anyway, it happened to me again.
On the plus side, it was only a plastic water bottle this time, it was open, and it only hit the back of my arm -- at least it wasn't messy, hard, painful, or in any way damaging to some sort of vital. On the down side, it's still a pissoff that people are that retarded and water is still wet so that's annoying. The point being, they wouldn't want it to happen to them and they'd be pissed if it did. So it happened near richmond/carling, but funnily enough at 4am there aren't any cars on the road and so we saw the same car near south/tecumseh, so Ryan/Jon got the license and whatnot and I know what the car looks like. Will probably scope the neighbourhood for it, if successful leave a note just as a way of inferring that I know where he lives. Retribution won't likely follow simply because stupid people don't know better, and dude might just have stupid friends who don't know better and I can't really blame the driver for the passengers. Here's hoping I don't experience much bruising, anyway. I'd like to be angry, but it could have been worse, and I'm really just tired at this stage, people still fail though but they can't help that.
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| dear annie |
[27 Jul 2008|09:46am] |
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shut the fuck up and sleep already
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| No, the capital of Canada is Ottawa. -- Yeah right. Do we look that stupid? Ottawa! Nice try, Dudley |
[05 Jul 2008|04:46am] |
Spent some time in Ottawa over the past week visiting Cait. It was good times. Went to the war museum, the museum of civilization, and the national gallery. I felt like kindof a knob in the gallery, though, wondering what I was doing there and what everyone else was doing there. Mostly cause I couldn't figure some things out in a meta Art-as-a-whole way, and I can't imagine that some of the people cruising on through are any more able to figure it out than I. I'd like to explore the issue, but in spite of hours of thought I haven't made much progress and I'm not even fully sure that I'm done sorting out my own stance in my head yet so I'll pass for the time being. It just seems there are a lot of contradictions, and I'd like to be exhaustive before I attempt to explain why I feel that's true.
The war museum is still cool, of course. For some reason the thought of a 65kg shell being fired 11km in the blink of an eye really set the wheels in my head going as well. That's basically firing a person 3+ times the diameter of the city of London. Sure, we have more powerful weapons with greater range, but there's a sense of scale to that which just grabbed me. Our intelligence (and sometimes lack thereof) is both elegant and terrifying sometimes. Mind you, the way things are now, there's no sense in worrying about getting smacked the hell around by some remote device, 'cause the lethality of it pretty much makes the worrying moot.
Tempura shrimps are delicious. So is beef madras. And chicken parmesan. I also have Guitar Hero Aerosmith and Lego Star Wars to keep me busy now. Still no word from Brose about accounting work.
Now my mom and dad are off to Halifax for 2 weeks, and I'll have plenty of opportunity to think about my trip and also to cook and rock out. I only work tomorrow and then I have the rest of the week off again. I should find another job or something. It's nice to be relaxed and have things to think about, but my life is still a mess without direction.
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