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Saturday, November 13, 2004


RANT TIME EXPLOSION 

I know most of us are feeling pretty depressed and helpless about the re-election of Bush. We wish there was more that we in Canada could have done. But instead of of bemoaning the fact that the world will be on the edge of WW3 until 2008, how bout we do something to resist the collosus that seems to be on a path towards implosion.
For starters there's the hair brained missile defence plan. The idea behind this plan is to shoot down missile with other missiles or lazors. The Pentagon fears that crazies in one of the "Rogue States" (I'm not sure if this means the blue states [NewYork, California, Vermont, Michigan, etc] or every states that's not the U.S.A.) will take control and wishing their own destruction they will fire off a missile. China and Russia have already declared that if the US goes ahead with this scheme they will step up their nuclear readiness. But if terrorist or crazies really wanted to piss off America they'd load a cargo ship with dirty, radiological crap and just bring into a major port and KA-BLAMO. The Pentagon wants Canada to get with the program so that they can use the Canadian Atric as a launching site for these missiles. You'd think it was 1959 and once again John Diefenbaker is scrapping the state-of-the-art Avro Arrow and Canadian sovereignty inf favour of the fucking Bowmarc missile shield that the Yankees wanted. Way to take it up the ass Diefenbaker!
So if you don't want Canada to be involved with a push towards nuclear apocalypse all in your name, send an email to your local MP and tell them. It seems like Carolyn Parrish is the only Candian parliamentarian with any balls.

But don't lose hope, 49% of American aren't unitards if you need proof here it is

Oh yeah Yasser Arafat died this week I'm sure this will be a catalyst for change, I just can figure out if it will be positive change or negative change. Any thoughts?


The itch is gone! The hate is gone. 

I wasn't in a particularly good mood this last while, as I'm sure you all witnessed. To make things even better, I returned home Thursday night to discover a) my power adaptor for my computer had fallen off my bed and hung there for several hours, eventually cutting right through the wire, right at the plug; b) that this was "unrepairable"; c) not covered under Applecare; and d) cost $150 to replace.

Well, fuck.

I decided to go get hammered at the Ab. It was great. I think I learned how to score a game of darts, but fucked if I can remember now. I do know I bought a pitcher and refused a glass, opting instead to go it viking-style.

So last night, I called up the rents to pick me and my stuff up from my house so I could go home and use the computers there, and my dad wants to take a look at the plug. I figure, there's no way any more harm can be done, so I let him cut it open and stuff, and in less than 15 minutes, he has it working. He's going to fix it up the rest of the way, and it won't look as pretty as it did before, but fuck me if I'm going to spend $150 on a plug that looks pretty.

And that's the story of how my dad pimped my computer.

Friday, November 12, 2004


I walk in the light once again 

I quit my night job at Zellers so I could actually get some homework done. Also, I picked up Guilty Gear Isuka, and it is awesome. There is a mode of play called Boost Mode where you and another player can wander about beating up hordes of thugs. It reminds me of the horrible Final Fight games, except the Guilty Gear version is fun as anything. Isuka includes a fully customizable Robo-Ky (mark II), so you can give other character's moves to him and introduce others to the wonderful world of pain. The first Robo-Ky is now upgraded, with his own moves so he isn't just a cheap knock off of the actual ky. Rockets come out of him now, and he heats up as he moves so one of his special moves is to vent steam, damaging his opponent and returning his heat bar to zero. Good times.

Wednesday, November 10, 2004


I "Nas" T.O. 

I bought me a ticket! I'm paying a million dollars but I still win. I listened to the new stuff and the old stuff today. It's still all lyrically fucking brilliant and the various producers over the years have almost all been able to do the Nas justice.


Double post of ANGER 

Got my fucking group project mark back, and what a load of shit that was. we got 68 fucking percent on our presentation, which apparently took three people to do. I was so ridiculously unimpressed with it that halfway through I took over and just started saying what I said in the essay. Comment from dumb prof whose idiotic assignment this was, anyway: "Presentation initially weak. Excellent points made in the second half, but should be reflected in the powerpoint presentation." TRANSLATION: You guys were dumb and holding back Ben, Stephanie, and Andrew, whose fucking paper scored 90% and was the only reason you got a half-decent fucking grade. Merry fucking Christmas.

Tuesday, November 09, 2004


York: shove it up your moneyhole 

Every single day acquaints me with new ways of being ripped off by York. A negatively billed health plan. Ridiculously expensive course kits. Hidden course charges. Ludicrous library late fines. And hardly any places to get change on campus for your goddamn copy card without buying something. The people at the Tim Horton's in the computer lab building, whatever the fuck it's called, made me buy a coffee so I could have a fucking looney to add a single goddamn dollar to my copy card to print one fucking page. I wasn't even asking them to break a twenty or anything, I had four quarters.

So I bought a fucking coffee, and go to print out my paper, and one of the flipping geniuses in the lab itself starts going off at me cause I brought a drink in. I told him that until he's ready to give me fucking change for four quarters, he's going to have to fucking deal with it. I finished printing just before the manager came and revoked my computer rights for a week. So I can't log into ACADLabs until this Tuesday at 11.44am. But that's okay. I don't need to print anything anymore.

Also, Tim Horton's fucked up my coffee and made it a double double.

I was cheered up by the antics of a couple guys out back of the Student Centre. Have you guys seen those smallish ghost plush toys that walk around? They were selling them for hallowe'en at Walmart or wherever. It's this ghost that looks like someone with a sheet over his head, and it's holding a chain, and you put batteries in it and it walks around. Well, these guys gave it a little hat. Not so much a hat as a bit of a nipple. Anyways, it looked like a walking condom with arms, and then they replaced the chain with a little banner that said "PRIDE".

Meanwhile, nearby: A group of grade 12 kids with their teachers happen to be walking by when I see these guys and their whole setup, and the kids love it. The teacher in front of the group tried to get everyone to go past, but they all stood around and watched for a while. The teacher didn't seem to think it was funny, she had to keep her kids free from the homosexual agenda: all the kids had stickers on their shirts proclaiming that they were from St. Pius X Catholic School.

(The teacher was pretty hot, incidently. And bothered. Scientastically we can deductulate that she was hot and bothered.)

EDIT

I forgot to mention that that guy who was winning a jillion dollars on Jeopardy? Still there. Now he's at two-point-crazy jillian dollars, and like, 70 games. If he can stay on till the end, he can go into a coma and have his own iron lung and ungrateful son who steals cars and does badly on tests. Also, fucks a stranger in the ass.


Youthful Tendency Disorder 

So I went to this reception tonight. I didn't think I'd be particularly interested in the talk, "Using eye movements to probe brain function and dysfunction", but it was actually pretty interesting (basically ADHD can be measured by seeing how eyes move in reaction to lights). During question period he answered a question about ritalin use by non-ADHDers by saying something like "Well I don't know of any clinical use, but I did know this guy who would go down to spring break in Florida and take a bunch of ritalin and just drive for 24 hours and when he got out he'd be there. Didn't even need sleep. And some students use it to focus on studying for exams. Uh... you should probably forget I said that." Afterwards there were appatizers, but more importantly an open bar. As I consider it immoral to turn down free drinks I felt obligated to shore up on the white wine.

On a completely different note, I found this funny.

I continue to occasionally puruse the Next Blog option. I really have a fuckload of work this week (tons of reading, a test, a midterm and an essay) but none of that is as entertaining.

This is an interesting blog I found. It's written by the manager of a "gentlemen's club" (i.e. strip club) and it has an almost mornful understated eloquence:

At night, men come to this room to have their dreams come true. During the day, a grandmother curses and picks up used rubbers from the floor.

Monday, November 08, 2004


Haven't Posted Lyrics in a While, Have I? 

This just seemed apropos, especially since it gives everyone sitting at home a chance to translate.

Chorus:
We're all living in America,
America is wunderbar.
We're all living in America,
Amerika, Amerika.

Wenn getanzt wird, will ich führen,
auch wenn ihr euch alleine dreht,
lasst euch ein wenig kontrollieren,
Ich zeige euch wie´s richtig geht.
Wir bilden einen lieben Reigen,
die Freiheit spielt auf allen Geigen,
Musik kommt aus dem Weißen Haus,
Und vor Paris steht Mickey Maus

Chorus:
We're all living in America,
America is wunderbar.
We're all living in America,
Amerika, Amerika.

Ich kenne Schritte, die sehr nützen,
und werde euch vor Fehltritt schützen,
und wer nich tanzen will am Schluss,
weiß noch nicht das er Tanzen muss!
Wir bilden einen lieben Reigen,
ich werde Euch die Richtung zeigen,
nach Afrika kommt Santa Claus,
und vor Paris steht Mickey Maus.

Chorus:
We're all living in America,
America is wunderbar.
We're all living in America,
Amerika, Amerika.
We're all living in America,
Coca-Cola, Wonderbra,
We're all living in America,
Amerika, Amerika.

This is not a love song,
this is not a love song.
I don´t sing my mother tongue,
No, this is not a love song.

Chorus:
We're all living in America,
America is wunderbar.
We're all living in America,
Amerika, Amerika.
We're all living in America,
Coca-Cola, sometimes war,
We're all living in America,
Amerika, Amerika

Sunday, November 07, 2004


Everything smells the same. 

Maybe it's cause the winds haven't changed, or everything decided to smell the same way, or maybe I have a cold and don't realize, or maybe my brain won't let go and holds onto that one smell and that's all I'll smell forever.


Nothing's wrong with this picture. 

Veering off of politics briefly, I'd like to draw your attention to exploding whales. Namely the one seen here. This has to be one of the more absurd things I've ever seen. Wasn't there an exploded whale somewhere in Fallout?

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