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Saturday, December 03, 2005


"I seem to have misplaced my pants..." 

How exactly do you explain to your housemate why you're dancing in your underwear in front of the window of the house across the street? Probably whatever explaination you could think of now is better than the one I actually used on wednesday, which I'm pretty sure wasn't english. The actual reason was that I'd gone to study with my friend Chris for a test the next day and it turned into a small party with all his housemates. As the drinks flowed one of them sugguested we turn it into an underwear dance party and we listened to her (I guess because we were drunk). Then I ended up sleeping through the test. Fun times.

I really don't have any good segueway for these two great links so I'll just post them:
This prof's morning got a little more interesting than he would've liked.

Also, a pack of wild squirrels killed and ate a dog in Russia

Friday, December 02, 2005


Ape Bucks 

The currency of 'Ape is awesomeness. Since exam fever / project flu curtail awesomeness, there is a poverty of content on the good old US of Ape.
For my part it's been mostly prawjex, but today was my final test in my beloved production planning. Haha, thought I was unprepared then talking to pople who slacked even harder than me.
Monday is the fuggin' paper due on Can. Cinema. Shit, I should get the Order of Canada just for my near perfect attendance on that 4 hour Thurday night class. Asking for a paper is simply unreasonable.
But still gonna get Ripped (The Jacker) tomorrow night. YEH.
Also, developed an unhealthy/worryingly trendy dependence on the Su|Do|Ku. It's one of those addictive games that please humans so much because it allows them to impose absolute, total order on things.
Big ups to Colleen on the Buck 65 article. Definite qualit, plus it sounds like you would've had a lot to wade through to pick out yer best quotes. One beef - why ya gotta keep calling him "Terfry"?


Very informative 

For those of you who are fans of classic 80's Yacht Rock, this one's for you.


And Then the Blog Died a Horrible and Unexpected Death... 

(Tumbleweed blows accross screen...)

Well, I got two of the assignments I handed in a coupla weeks ago back.
What's in your hand? Mine is all Aces!

Tuesday, November 29, 2005


$33.8 BILLION!!!!!! 

...is the cost of the First World War to Canada. That's before I put it in constant dollars so the actual figure is lower (or higher if I use a recent base year). I have an essay to do on this subject and it's not quite done. Should I make it an all nighter? I've got an 8:30 so I'd only get 3 hours of sleep. Pretty much though I have everything done, I just have to put it in constant dollars and write a conclusion and I'm finished. Do I need 3 hours for that. On the other hand I have to clean it up. Fuck it, I'll put it in constant dollars. Fuck I'm really starting to ramble here, scream of conscious I guess (I meant to say "streem but that came out, so I'll leave it up in the spirit of the phrase).

BTW, for all you people in military history the official count of canadian wounded is 170,950. The official history of the Army gives Army causalties at 170,950. WTF!? No one in the air force or navy was wounded in the entire war? I know that's not true.

Edit: I've been looping Metric's "Succexy" as I write this essay. It seemed oddly appropriate.

Edit #2: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! All Nighter!

Edit #3 I put it in constant dollars. The amount drops to $18.5 billion (1914 dollars).


RANT TIME EXPLOSION 

My 14 year old cousin just sent me a link to Hot Topic to check out the "awesome Sex Pistols" t-shirt he wanted to get his mom to buy for him. Having no real idea what Hot Topic is (I'd heard the name and knew they sold clothes) I checked it out. What I saw made me want to reach through the inter-web and smack the the moronic kidster up side his head. That technology exists right? If not I shall be the one to patent it. Apparently no cultural icon is beyond the reach of this company. They sell shirts with the images of Led Zeppelin, AC/DC, Rolling Stones, David Bowie, The Clash, Iron Maiden, Bob Marley, Jimi Hendrix, hell, they even have Resevoir Dogs and Big Lebowski shirts. There are even Lynyrd Fucking Skynyrd shirts! I hope I'm not naive enough to believe that Rock and Roll is some utopian realm that is completely free of commercialism, I just assumed that previously the people wearing the band t-shirts at least listened to and liked the aforementioned musical icon they displayed on their chest. I'm not sure that's a guarantee anymore. WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH ALL THESE GODDAMN ACCESSORIES?!?!?

For some reason most of the models wearing the clothes pissed me off: I GET IT you you're cooler than me, you have tattoos and nasty hair or you wear a toque in all environments. This probably makes me seems like a disconnected asshole.

Monday, November 28, 2005


O brave new world, that hath such people in it. 

I didn’t realize that genetic testing was being so trivially applied:

Apparently this company now offers to perform genetic tests in order to create personalized face creams, at the low, low cost of $200 an ounce. If there’s anything our skilled geneticists and lab technicians should be dutifully committed to achieving, it must be making people’s skin look nicer. But somehow this seems more pernicious. It’s one thing to prey upon the vanity of spendthrift consumers, but you just know that this is going to be abused by parents who are going to pressure their children into athletics based on some vague genetic predisposition. And it almost seems like it could be construed as a precursor to eugenics. I’m pretty sure nobody likes eugenics.


THAT'S small town charm? 

I spent all of Saturday with the Sea Cadets at two Chirstmas parades. The first was in the tiny town of Cordova Mines, so named for the mining company that used to own 80% of the property. This was probably one of the smallest towns I have ever seen. It had a general store a fire hall and maybe 20 or 25 houses along a stretch of road. We got off the bus on the stretch of rural road leading to get into formation and across the street an van parked and 4 woman and one boy who looked about ten got out. Apparently this was the "Rock and Roll Christmas" segment of the parade, I think they thought they were hippies. They were clothed in the most hideous costumes I have ever seen, a blind person would be embarrassed. They wore a frightening mix of puke coloured floral print dresses and violent neons, topped with nasty stringy wigs. Kimi was brave and went in for a closer look and came back to report that the caked on make up couldn't hide the network of wrinkles. Among the most cougarish looking women I have ever seen. The boy was dressed in a Santa Clause costume and wore a rubber Elvis mask. We were followed by and ATV pulling a small trailer with a pig sitting in it.

The second parade of the day was in Fenlon Falls, a significantly bigger town. The parade was longer, colder and darker but we were all warmly dressed and the streets were packed with cheering people so it was all good in the end. Plus we got hot chocolate, apple cider and donuts afterwards.

Check out this wicked house. Ben says the video is a fake.

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