wait... no... I think it was a shovel...
No... crap..
I'm so bad at this...
Okay, I think I remember how this joke goes...
So a bird and a shovel get into this huge fight...
no... that's not how it goes...
Okay, lets start at the very beginning... If this offends you, please remember it is fictional, and occurred at an imaginary land of recreation... one that i do not work at...
So this bird maims itself, and luckily finds it's way into the loving caring arms of some old lady, who nurses it back to health, and sends it on a downhill spiral of human dependancy (both for attention and food)...
Somehow she gets the wicked cool idea to release the bird out into the wild after she's taught it not to be afraid of humans... and the wild she decides to release it at, happens to be a golf course...
Not being afraid to approach humans (thinking they're a source of food and entertainment), he sets off amusing some, and annoying others...
Some are severely amused, some are severely annoyed...
Like in every other situation in life, the five annoyed people make twice as much noise as the hundred amused people... and they complain... do people ever stop complaining (bwahahaha... hypocracy, I know)
So the bosses at the golf course discuss (jokingly) the cruel ways to remove the pest, in order to stop the bitching...
One person decides that (for the following reasons:
1) The bird is obviously malnurished
2) He, himself, is somewhat responsible for the behavior of the bird (through feeding it on many occasions)
3) That the risk of the bird being maimed by an angry golfer and dying a long drawn out death is sufficiently high)
he is going to play god, and remove the bird from our existence...
And he does so... with a swift blow to the head with a shovel...
I am, by no means, a truely cruel person... Sure I act it up a lot... And sure I am quite "hardened" from life on the farm, but that doesn't make me cruel...
But when he called it by name (Stevie), and it landed beside him and cocked its head towards him as if to say
"HEY BEST BUDDY GUY! GOT ANYTHING TO EAT!!!!
=-D
Wait a second... whats the shovel for?"
Only to be dead a fraction of a second later... I laughed...
In order to justify his actions, he referenced "of mice and men"... given the circumstances, I suppose that's a decent comparison...
please insert animal cruelty whining here \/
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Monday, July 31, 2006
And then there was...
I wasn;t really lookiung forward to work this morning... it was raining...
ANd me and Amber are terrible judges of when we should be rained back to bed, or when we should just be miserable at work...
Well.. I'm a bad judge... Amber thought we should just call in (in my defence, we did call in... twice... with no answer)
And then, when we finally get to work, I hear those magic words that make my heart sink just a little bit...
"if you had just called in, I would have told you not to come into work this morning"
Those were the magic words... i was officially having the worst day ever... I missed my bed so much...
='(
But then a glimmer of hope...
They rearranged the work list... 2 people on some jobs, 4 people on another...
"Neal! I don't want you dinking around! If this takes you more than an hour, you're fired!"
that's what I wanted to hear...
We were given simple tasks to comeplete... not because they wanted us to do stuff, but because we had shown up for work, and they needed to pay us, so they might as well have something to show for it...
two hours later, I was sound asleep in my bed...
Oh how I love my bed...
Oh... and today was payday!
yay payday!!!
yup...
that's my life...
ANd me and Amber are terrible judges of when we should be rained back to bed, or when we should just be miserable at work...
Well.. I'm a bad judge... Amber thought we should just call in (in my defence, we did call in... twice... with no answer)
And then, when we finally get to work, I hear those magic words that make my heart sink just a little bit...
"if you had just called in, I would have told you not to come into work this morning"
Those were the magic words... i was officially having the worst day ever... I missed my bed so much...
='(
But then a glimmer of hope...
They rearranged the work list... 2 people on some jobs, 4 people on another...
"Neal! I don't want you dinking around! If this takes you more than an hour, you're fired!"
that's what I wanted to hear...
We were given simple tasks to comeplete... not because they wanted us to do stuff, but because we had shown up for work, and they needed to pay us, so they might as well have something to show for it...
two hours later, I was sound asleep in my bed...
Oh how I love my bed...
Oh... and today was payday!
yay payday!!!
yup...
that's my life...
Thursday, July 27, 2006
you got to take a little dirt to keep what you love
So I bought an Mp3 player a while back in order to pass the time at work (sitting on a tractor/mower all day, as surprising as it may seem, is not particularly stimulating for the mind)... I'm sure I mentioned that, but don't care enough to check...
It really did help pass the time...
Unfortunately, it stopped working quite a while ago, but with my busy schedual I didnt have a chance to take it in to get fixed...
And then I managed to put it through the wash...
I didn't get the extended warrenty which covers stupid things I do... so I now have a $60 paperweight ='(
even worse, I dont think it could hold paper if there was any sort of a breeze...
Well, as luck would have it, no sooner had my Mp3 player stopped functioning then i stopped getting put on the tractor all day (which means I got moved to physical labour... but at least that's usually with someone, so that makes it a lot less boring... unless I was working with Morgan, which (thank god) I have been spared from thus far)
=P
Yes...
Well...
Today was my first day back on the mower for 8 hours... I needed to hop myself up on energy drinks and coffee just to make it though the day... But my mind, used to being entertained by an outside source/person, went into musical overdrive...
There were two (count them with me: one... two...) songs which i could not, for the life of me, get out of my head...
Don't get me wrong, they're stellar songs... but really... for 8 hours???
yes...
so they were
Friends in low places - Garth Brooks
If you could only see - Tonic
I desperately need to buy myself a new Mp3 player...
Oh, and my 'rents are comming to visit... sometime between august 3-7th... they don;t know when yet...
I think it was the golf...
I should start cleaning my room...
It really did help pass the time...
Unfortunately, it stopped working quite a while ago, but with my busy schedual I didnt have a chance to take it in to get fixed...
And then I managed to put it through the wash...
I didn't get the extended warrenty which covers stupid things I do... so I now have a $60 paperweight ='(
even worse, I dont think it could hold paper if there was any sort of a breeze...
Well, as luck would have it, no sooner had my Mp3 player stopped functioning then i stopped getting put on the tractor all day (which means I got moved to physical labour... but at least that's usually with someone, so that makes it a lot less boring... unless I was working with Morgan, which (thank god) I have been spared from thus far)
=P
Yes...
Well...
Today was my first day back on the mower for 8 hours... I needed to hop myself up on energy drinks and coffee just to make it though the day... But my mind, used to being entertained by an outside source/person, went into musical overdrive...
There were two (count them with me: one... two...) songs which i could not, for the life of me, get out of my head...
Don't get me wrong, they're stellar songs... but really... for 8 hours???
yes...
so they were
Friends in low places - Garth Brooks
If you could only see - Tonic
I desperately need to buy myself a new Mp3 player...
Oh, and my 'rents are comming to visit... sometime between august 3-7th... they don;t know when yet...
I think it was the golf...
I should start cleaning my room...
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Sugar, Grease, Spinning, and the Biggest Freak at the Carnival
So today I made the trek into the capital ex fair grounds...
I haven't been to a real fair since... well... PNE 2001 (I vaguely remember going to the Cloverdale Rodeo a few times... but I don't think it was for very long) so i decided to make the most of it...
I stuffed my face full of carni food: 16 mini donuts, a slice a pizza, most of regans corn dog, frech fries, ice cream and pop (by the time we were ready for cotton candy we wanted to die of exahstion... as we came to realise we had been awake and about for more than 17 hours...)
We entered a stregth competition... It may come as a surprise, but I won, and regan lost... by a lot...
We also entered a VR (make an ass of yourself) game... Involving puking, punching and shooting michael jackson... I won (again) but this time I won against 20 kids (the competition consisted of jumping screaming punching jabbing and shooting... and I kicked those kids asses)
My prize for that one was the title of 'Freak' as if there was any surprise...
So a few things to note before I go to bed:
Carni's are CREEPY! why do girls find them attractive... They're transients with stuffed poodles... since when is that in any way hot...
Womens pants should be worn by women... Sorry sugar, being gay is not enough to pull off wearing womens jeans with an A&F shawl, a le chateau purse, and a pair of womens prada shoes... Now I'm the last person to be called homophobic, but the gay culture is pretty hard to support when this is considered acceptable...
And finally, I am a firm believer that there should be a 1hr buffer between when the rain stops and when people who hid from the rain should be allowed on the rides... Those of us who continued to walk around through ankle deep water to sit in metal chaits attactched to metal poles covered in copper wire and light bulbs during an electrical storm should be allowed a chance to reap our rewards before all the wussy people are allowed back on (I mean, they closed most of the really fin rides until the storm passed)...
Jerkbags...
That's it, I'm opeing my own amusement park... And if theres an electrical storm I'll pull all the employees off the gates until the storm passes... That way all the adventurous people can party it up for their bravery...
Please don;t sue when you get hit by lightning...
I haven't been to a real fair since... well... PNE 2001 (I vaguely remember going to the Cloverdale Rodeo a few times... but I don't think it was for very long) so i decided to make the most of it...
I stuffed my face full of carni food: 16 mini donuts, a slice a pizza, most of regans corn dog, frech fries, ice cream and pop (by the time we were ready for cotton candy we wanted to die of exahstion... as we came to realise we had been awake and about for more than 17 hours...)
We entered a stregth competition... It may come as a surprise, but I won, and regan lost... by a lot...
We also entered a VR (make an ass of yourself) game... Involving puking, punching and shooting michael jackson... I won (again) but this time I won against 20 kids (the competition consisted of jumping screaming punching jabbing and shooting... and I kicked those kids asses)
My prize for that one was the title of 'Freak' as if there was any surprise...
So a few things to note before I go to bed:
Carni's are CREEPY! why do girls find them attractive... They're transients with stuffed poodles... since when is that in any way hot...
Womens pants should be worn by women... Sorry sugar, being gay is not enough to pull off wearing womens jeans with an A&F shawl, a le chateau purse, and a pair of womens prada shoes... Now I'm the last person to be called homophobic, but the gay culture is pretty hard to support when this is considered acceptable...
And finally, I am a firm believer that there should be a 1hr buffer between when the rain stops and when people who hid from the rain should be allowed on the rides... Those of us who continued to walk around through ankle deep water to sit in metal chaits attactched to metal poles covered in copper wire and light bulbs during an electrical storm should be allowed a chance to reap our rewards before all the wussy people are allowed back on (I mean, they closed most of the really fin rides until the storm passed)...
Jerkbags...
That's it, I'm opeing my own amusement park... And if theres an electrical storm I'll pull all the employees off the gates until the storm passes... That way all the adventurous people can party it up for their bravery...
Please don;t sue when you get hit by lightning...
Sunday, July 23, 2006
I really shouldn't be writing this...
... I should be sleeping...
But I had a thought...
a geeky one... a pathetic one... one that will probibly annoy regan (cuz for some reason or another she hates geeky things)...
But I'm looking forward to DnD to start up again...
I hope we can find (and train) a new healer, cuz that's not where I want my character to go anymore...
But yes...
sleep time...
But I had a thought...
a geeky one... a pathetic one... one that will probibly annoy regan (cuz for some reason or another she hates geeky things)...
But I'm looking forward to DnD to start up again...
I hope we can find (and train) a new healer, cuz that's not where I want my character to go anymore...
But yes...
sleep time...
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Over Worked and Bombing Raids
in three days it will have been once month since my last full day off of work... I do not lie, I have worked every day (each and every one) since the 24th of June... but enough pity
The real reason I'm posting is because all this worka nd lack of sleep has made my mind work in seriously weird ways...
But, I should probibly start at the beginning...
I've always been a little weird in my process of thought. So knowing that, and knowing that history is an endless loop (due to the inevitability of it repeating itself [I'm trying not to use the cliche... but I guess I had to]), and also knowing that the war to end all wars was started by the assassination of one individual; I'm always a little on edge...
I know, I know, laugh it up...
But everytime a silly war breaks out somewhere on the other side of the planet, I think to myself "what if this is world war numero three?"
And with the history of continued violence in the middle east, I of course thought this same thing when the whole israel/lebanon thing broke out...
Today when we were working at the golf course, there were fighter jets flying by every few hours... I of course immediately thought it was unusual, but we did just start our cities exhibition today, and so I figured that's what they were here for, and I didn't put much thought in it past that...
This evening, I thought I heard something tapping on my window... I know when I'm locked out of my house, I just tap on windows till someone wakes up (usually people are sleeping... which is odd, cuz I'm never out late) so I thought someone else was returning me the favour...
I went upstairs and outside... THere was no one at my window, and certainly no one tapping at it...
But what I could hear was the loud sound of explosions...
I know it's irrational, but my first thought was "Holy Cripes! They made it to Edmonton fast"...
My second thought, of course was "yeah, it's about time for the nightly fireworks at the aforementioned civic exhibition..."
So I'm glad everyone is alright... And I hope I never have to become accustomed to real air raides...
The real reason I'm posting is because all this worka nd lack of sleep has made my mind work in seriously weird ways...
But, I should probibly start at the beginning...
I've always been a little weird in my process of thought. So knowing that, and knowing that history is an endless loop (due to the inevitability of it repeating itself [I'm trying not to use the cliche... but I guess I had to]), and also knowing that the war to end all wars was started by the assassination of one individual; I'm always a little on edge...
I know, I know, laugh it up...
But everytime a silly war breaks out somewhere on the other side of the planet, I think to myself "what if this is world war numero three?"
And with the history of continued violence in the middle east, I of course thought this same thing when the whole israel/lebanon thing broke out...
Today when we were working at the golf course, there were fighter jets flying by every few hours... I of course immediately thought it was unusual, but we did just start our cities exhibition today, and so I figured that's what they were here for, and I didn't put much thought in it past that...
This evening, I thought I heard something tapping on my window... I know when I'm locked out of my house, I just tap on windows till someone wakes up (usually people are sleeping... which is odd, cuz I'm never out late) so I thought someone else was returning me the favour...
I went upstairs and outside... THere was no one at my window, and certainly no one tapping at it...
But what I could hear was the loud sound of explosions...
I know it's irrational, but my first thought was "Holy Cripes! They made it to Edmonton fast"...
My second thought, of course was "yeah, it's about time for the nightly fireworks at the aforementioned civic exhibition..."
So I'm glad everyone is alright... And I hope I never have to become accustomed to real air raides...
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Distasteful
So the topic of humorous (but distasteful) song lyrics came up...
instantly I thought back to my DDR days...
"Do it all night" by E*rotic
Oh do it all night
Do it with me
Ill take you to heaven if you make me feel free
Baby do it tonight
Do it all right
Just take me and shake me till I burn up inside
Come on baby
You may have good sex
With Sam and Fred and Fritz and Max
You may be the slave
Of Tim and Tom and Ed and Dave
You may do it again
With Hans and Franz and Jack and Ken
But youre gonna feel so free
When youre doing it with me
Oh do it all night
Do it with me
Ill take you to heaven if you make me feel free
Baby do it tonight
Do it all right
Just take me and shake me till I burn up inside
Oh do it all night
Do it with me
As hot as a fire and as strong as a tree
Do it tonight
Do it all right
You got it I knew it You can do it tonight
Oh do it all night
Do it with me
Oh as hot as a fire and as strong as a tree
Come on baby and do it with me
You may find you need
Alfredo Jerry Ralph or Pete
It may be okay with Bernie Willy Tim and Ray
Youll love to get a kiss
From Andy Georgie Red and Chris
But youre gonna feel so free
When youre doing it with me
Oh do it all night
Do it with me
Oh as hot as a fire and as strong as a tree
Come on baby and do it with me
Come on do it with me
instantly I thought back to my DDR days...
"Do it all night" by E*rotic
Oh do it all night
Do it with me
Ill take you to heaven if you make me feel free
Baby do it tonight
Do it all right
Just take me and shake me till I burn up inside
Come on baby
You may have good sex
With Sam and Fred and Fritz and Max
You may be the slave
Of Tim and Tom and Ed and Dave
You may do it again
With Hans and Franz and Jack and Ken
But youre gonna feel so free
When youre doing it with me
Oh do it all night
Do it with me
Ill take you to heaven if you make me feel free
Baby do it tonight
Do it all right
Just take me and shake me till I burn up inside
Oh do it all night
Do it with me
As hot as a fire and as strong as a tree
Do it tonight
Do it all right
You got it I knew it You can do it tonight
Oh do it all night
Do it with me
Oh as hot as a fire and as strong as a tree
Come on baby and do it with me
You may find you need
Alfredo Jerry Ralph or Pete
It may be okay with Bernie Willy Tim and Ray
Youll love to get a kiss
From Andy Georgie Red and Chris
But youre gonna feel so free
When youre doing it with me
Oh do it all night
Do it with me
Oh as hot as a fire and as strong as a tree
Come on baby and do it with me
Come on do it with me
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Oh there's a very pleasant side to you, a side I much prefer
Sometimes work has it's benefits...
I'm not saying all the time... Like those times you're working with someone who refuses to see that although their way is good, it is by no means the only way to do it...
Eventually I just got so frustrated that i sat in the workman and waited for him to finish redoing what I had already done (and near as I can tell, the only reason he redid it is because it wasn't done his way)...
But yes...
Having a job where you can eat and not have to pay (although it was only french fries today) is nice...
Sometimes work has it's benefits...
Today we were doing our grassy chores, and there was a roll of thunder (or two)... so we got to go inside and sit out the storm... The storm was (pretty much) one cloud... It took almost as long to drive in to the shack as it did to sit out the storm... Regardless, that was still time I didn't have to wokr (but still got paid, woot woot)
Sometimes work has it's benefits...
I'm going to use the benefits of one job in order to get myself in better standing with my boss at the other...
My restaurant job boss <3's golf, and conveniently I can arrange for some golf to occur...
Speaking of which...
I have been working at the golf course for 2 months now, and no one has taken me up on my offer yet...
So I shall state it here:
Golf, rentals, and company in exchange for a case of beer... Times are quite limited so contact me... I need a few days in advance to book a tee time (unless we want to start really late... which i can't do cuz I work in the morning)...
Sometimes work has it's benefits...
I realised yesterday... Payday at the golf course = 15th and 30th/31st of every month... Payday at the restaurant = 7th and 22nd of every month...
*drools*
That tattoo will be comming along in no time... And by no time, i do mean that I should be able to afford it by... 2008 or so...
Sometimes work has it's benefits...
I get to wrok with quite a number of hot people at the golf course... And regan...
Sometimes work has it's benefits...
Yeah...
Sometimes work has it's drawbacks...
I start work at 5am tomorrow... witha little nap in between, I will be at work until 11pm tomorrow night... Only to repeat (more or less) the same scheduel on saturday...
yup...
lots of napping...
I'm not saying all the time... Like those times you're working with someone who refuses to see that although their way is good, it is by no means the only way to do it...
Eventually I just got so frustrated that i sat in the workman and waited for him to finish redoing what I had already done (and near as I can tell, the only reason he redid it is because it wasn't done his way)...
But yes...
Having a job where you can eat and not have to pay (although it was only french fries today) is nice...
Sometimes work has it's benefits...
Today we were doing our grassy chores, and there was a roll of thunder (or two)... so we got to go inside and sit out the storm... The storm was (pretty much) one cloud... It took almost as long to drive in to the shack as it did to sit out the storm... Regardless, that was still time I didn't have to wokr (but still got paid, woot woot)
Sometimes work has it's benefits...
I'm going to use the benefits of one job in order to get myself in better standing with my boss at the other...
My restaurant job boss <3's golf, and conveniently I can arrange for some golf to occur...
Speaking of which...
I have been working at the golf course for 2 months now, and no one has taken me up on my offer yet...
So I shall state it here:
Golf, rentals, and company in exchange for a case of beer... Times are quite limited so contact me... I need a few days in advance to book a tee time (unless we want to start really late... which i can't do cuz I work in the morning)...
Sometimes work has it's benefits...
I realised yesterday... Payday at the golf course = 15th and 30th/31st of every month... Payday at the restaurant = 7th and 22nd of every month...
*drools*
That tattoo will be comming along in no time... And by no time, i do mean that I should be able to afford it by... 2008 or so...
Sometimes work has it's benefits...
I get to wrok with quite a number of hot people at the golf course... And regan...
Sometimes work has it's benefits...
Yeah...
Sometimes work has it's drawbacks...
I start work at 5am tomorrow... witha little nap in between, I will be at work until 11pm tomorrow night... Only to repeat (more or less) the same scheduel on saturday...
yup...
lots of napping...
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Who Need Sleep, Anyways...
So for those of you I haven't talked to in a while, I suppose I should give you a little bit of an update...
Currently I am living the life of an adult (an actual one, and not a fake one like I normally do) and am spending most of my time at or in transport for work... I feel all responsable...
I am still working at he golf course, and I still <3 it most of the time... As we're settling in and they're getting a better idea of our strengths and weaknesses, our weeks are slowly becomming more predictable... I have 2 days on a tractors, 2 mornings on bunkers, 1 morning cleaning garbages, and 1 morning mowing tees (with afternnons of the morning jobs spent doing misc stuff like hand mowing or weedwhacking)...
SO my schedual there is pretty decent (yay)...
Oh, and I had an employee review... My boss was entirely positive, except he said that I'm a "grumpy Gus" in the mornings... LMAO!
For those of you that know me, I think we could all find it quite humourous that it took him two months to tell me that I'm not a morning person (and then pretend like it's a newsflash)...
Yes... Moving along....
Even better news than getting a great employee review, Tuesday is going to be a night to remember (or not)... In appreciation for the huge amounts of sodding we laid on the west side of the golf course, the club is paying for us to have a night at BP's... Including food and drink... Bwahahhahahahahaha... I wonder if they considered how much alcohol we can really consume... I know it's a lot... We all do... But I suppose we do a better job when we're in good spirits (except the morning after, I'm thinking)...
Yes, but enough about the golf course...
The second "job" I took on was helping Leah with groundskeeping at the LCC ABC district office...
Now, i specifically went with leah before she left so that she could introduce me, so that when I showed up, people would know who I was and what I was doing...
Apparently it was to no avail... I walked in, introduced myself (even though i knew they should have been expecting me)... When I got blank stares, I explained why I was there... more blank stares...
"I'm just going to go grab the keys I need"...
And I excused myself... The next time I went in, I got the exact same stares... I think they might be easily confused...
Or maybe because they're used to Leah, and because Leah did a good job back in the day, even though I can do a similar (if not superior) job, they can't understand why Leah won't suffice right now... Lutherans are like that sometimes...
So yes... I watered like they're was no tomorrow, and mowed like I had something to prove... Yup...
My third job I started last week, working as a Chef at a seafood restaurant here in town...
Apparently I'm liked because I can follow instructions after only being told once... And I haven't quit yet (which appears to be an anomally in and of itself)...
I burned myself in the deepfrier yesterday... looks like seagulls off in the distance when looking at it from the right angle...
I got to put this really cool burn relief stuff on my arm... It made my arm numb... and after a while and made me feel all warm and fuzzy... I won;t be trying to burn mysefl again, but it's nice to know that syuff is waiting for me if I do...
Hmm... I need to go... hopefully I can finish one quick story...
I was cooking in the back (like chefs do) and an order of ribs came in... They're precooked (to save time) but they need to be reheated on the bbq in order to be ready for service... Apparently I managed to find the coldspot on the grill, cuz the ribs we're still cold... not just in the middle... but the outside as well...
Now, it's kind of embarassing, but I hear second hand from one of the waiters that this man was all like
"I'm going to eat these, I promise, and the rest of the food is great but I need this to be properly cooked... I know what happens sometimes when people send food back, but I assure you, i'm going to eat, it's just still cold"
or seomthing like that... I was told the story at the end of a long shift... So my memory is a little fuzzy...
but yes...
ph3ar the line chef!
Yes...
but I should go...
so long kiddies!
Currently I am living the life of an adult (an actual one, and not a fake one like I normally do) and am spending most of my time at or in transport for work... I feel all responsable...
I am still working at he golf course, and I still <3 it most of the time... As we're settling in and they're getting a better idea of our strengths and weaknesses, our weeks are slowly becomming more predictable... I have 2 days on a tractors, 2 mornings on bunkers, 1 morning cleaning garbages, and 1 morning mowing tees (with afternnons of the morning jobs spent doing misc stuff like hand mowing or weedwhacking)...
SO my schedual there is pretty decent (yay)...
Oh, and I had an employee review... My boss was entirely positive, except he said that I'm a "grumpy Gus" in the mornings... LMAO!
For those of you that know me, I think we could all find it quite humourous that it took him two months to tell me that I'm not a morning person (and then pretend like it's a newsflash)...
Yes... Moving along....
Even better news than getting a great employee review, Tuesday is going to be a night to remember (or not)... In appreciation for the huge amounts of sodding we laid on the west side of the golf course, the club is paying for us to have a night at BP's... Including food and drink... Bwahahhahahahahaha... I wonder if they considered how much alcohol we can really consume... I know it's a lot... We all do... But I suppose we do a better job when we're in good spirits (except the morning after, I'm thinking)...
Yes, but enough about the golf course...
The second "job" I took on was helping Leah with groundskeeping at the LCC ABC district office...
Now, i specifically went with leah before she left so that she could introduce me, so that when I showed up, people would know who I was and what I was doing...
Apparently it was to no avail... I walked in, introduced myself (even though i knew they should have been expecting me)... When I got blank stares, I explained why I was there... more blank stares...
"I'm just going to go grab the keys I need"...
And I excused myself... The next time I went in, I got the exact same stares... I think they might be easily confused...
Or maybe because they're used to Leah, and because Leah did a good job back in the day, even though I can do a similar (if not superior) job, they can't understand why Leah won't suffice right now... Lutherans are like that sometimes...
So yes... I watered like they're was no tomorrow, and mowed like I had something to prove... Yup...
My third job I started last week, working as a Chef at a seafood restaurant here in town...
Apparently I'm liked because I can follow instructions after only being told once... And I haven't quit yet (which appears to be an anomally in and of itself)...
I burned myself in the deepfrier yesterday... looks like seagulls off in the distance when looking at it from the right angle...
I got to put this really cool burn relief stuff on my arm... It made my arm numb... and after a while and made me feel all warm and fuzzy... I won;t be trying to burn mysefl again, but it's nice to know that syuff is waiting for me if I do...
Hmm... I need to go... hopefully I can finish one quick story...
I was cooking in the back (like chefs do) and an order of ribs came in... They're precooked (to save time) but they need to be reheated on the bbq in order to be ready for service... Apparently I managed to find the coldspot on the grill, cuz the ribs we're still cold... not just in the middle... but the outside as well...
Now, it's kind of embarassing, but I hear second hand from one of the waiters that this man was all like
"I'm going to eat these, I promise, and the rest of the food is great but I need this to be properly cooked... I know what happens sometimes when people send food back, but I assure you, i'm going to eat, it's just still cold"
or seomthing like that... I was told the story at the end of a long shift... So my memory is a little fuzzy...
but yes...
ph3ar the line chef!
Yes...
but I should go...
so long kiddies!
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
You learn a lot about a person...
...when you listen to their music for 8 hours.
We've decided to try to induce a little bit of excitement into our lives at work (I'm not sure of the real reason... but excitement sounds like a good one) by exchanging mp3 players for the day...
So far I've had Morgans and Ambers... tomorrow is Regans (she was mean to me, so I'm going to complain like I've never complained before)
Thing's I've learned from the mp3 players so far:
Turns out Amber is a girl... (I assure you, if you were to find ambers mp3 player on the ground, you would be able to listen to it for 5 minutes and know that a girl had owned it)
Amber also likes... umm... well... I'll save her the embarassment of owning up to some of the songs on her player, but I will ask one quick question: You expect me to just let you hit it, But will you still respect me if you get it? (nuff said)
Morgan has a lot of powerful and/or classic songs on her mp3 player.. which is nice... But she also has Omabolishire and Shag Tag by prozzak, 2become1 and stop right now! by spice girls, merry christmas/happy holiday by n*sync as well as a few other... special... songs thats eem to be escaping my memory right now (perhaps my brains defense mechanism has pushed them from my memory)... This leads me to the conclusion that morgan is suffering from MPD or BP...
I have also learned about myself that Sarah Mclaughlin and Hedley are not meant for Neal... I tried to listen to every song as it came trhough on random, but I just couldn't be bothered to force myself through them... Although it seems Paula Cole is the same for everyone else, so it all evens out in the end... Go Karma Go!
We've decided to try to induce a little bit of excitement into our lives at work (I'm not sure of the real reason... but excitement sounds like a good one) by exchanging mp3 players for the day...
So far I've had Morgans and Ambers... tomorrow is Regans (she was mean to me, so I'm going to complain like I've never complained before)
Thing's I've learned from the mp3 players so far:
Turns out Amber is a girl... (I assure you, if you were to find ambers mp3 player on the ground, you would be able to listen to it for 5 minutes and know that a girl had owned it)
Amber also likes... umm... well... I'll save her the embarassment of owning up to some of the songs on her player, but I will ask one quick question: You expect me to just let you hit it, But will you still respect me if you get it? (nuff said)
Morgan has a lot of powerful and/or classic songs on her mp3 player.. which is nice... But she also has Omabolishire and Shag Tag by prozzak, 2become1 and stop right now! by spice girls, merry christmas/happy holiday by n*sync as well as a few other... special... songs thats eem to be escaping my memory right now (perhaps my brains defense mechanism has pushed them from my memory)... This leads me to the conclusion that morgan is suffering from MPD or BP...
I have also learned about myself that Sarah Mclaughlin and Hedley are not meant for Neal... I tried to listen to every song as it came trhough on random, but I just couldn't be bothered to force myself through them... Although it seems Paula Cole is the same for everyone else, so it all evens out in the end... Go Karma Go!
Saturday, July 01, 2006
An Update and a Story
SO first of all, I should say, I start my second job this afternoon... I'm going to be working weekends (unless I decide, somehow, that i can do a morning job and a nighttime job at the same time...)
I'm working at a restaurant... should be fun (I know at least one of the staff members so it can't really be that bad)...
I got hired while eating dinner... It was slightly enjoyable, drinking beer, eating snapper, and having a job interview...
But yes... now for the story..
Today at the golf course I was supposed to be trained on a new mower (oOooOo)... we got as far as "and let me show you how to do it" when my boss's boss drives up and was like "we're too short staffed today, you need to do stuff, we don't have time for you to train, and Neal can be more productive at other stuff"...
So I went and helped on raking bunkers (woot baby!)
Raking was enjoyable (they jokingly remarked that i should go do services, and relieve the person currently doing them... ah ha ha guys...)
While at one bunker, my boss's boss stops his tractor, gets out and comes over to me, and apologises for not allowing me to be trained,a dn assured me that I would soon and that I didn't need to worry about it... Kinda all paternal like... It was odd... And he's kinda a redneck, so it was completely unexpected... And I couldn't figure it out... until... well...
Whilst driving between bunkers a few minutes prior to him talking to me, a bug had flown into my eye... (happens all the time if you're driving too fast in the morning)... My eye had been severly watering (even after the pain faded)
I think he may have thought I was crying... And that makes me kinda happy... Cuz I sense he didn't want to deal with a crying man... but I think he thought his job warrented the "talk"...
I should drive into more bugs... see what other kind of promies I can get them to make...
A footrub every other day would be nice... unworked overtime would also be a plus
I'm working at a restaurant... should be fun (I know at least one of the staff members so it can't really be that bad)...
I got hired while eating dinner... It was slightly enjoyable, drinking beer, eating snapper, and having a job interview...
But yes... now for the story..
Today at the golf course I was supposed to be trained on a new mower (oOooOo)... we got as far as "and let me show you how to do it" when my boss's boss drives up and was like "we're too short staffed today, you need to do stuff, we don't have time for you to train, and Neal can be more productive at other stuff"...
So I went and helped on raking bunkers (woot baby!)
Raking was enjoyable (they jokingly remarked that i should go do services, and relieve the person currently doing them... ah ha ha guys...)
While at one bunker, my boss's boss stops his tractor, gets out and comes over to me, and apologises for not allowing me to be trained,a dn assured me that I would soon and that I didn't need to worry about it... Kinda all paternal like... It was odd... And he's kinda a redneck, so it was completely unexpected... And I couldn't figure it out... until... well...
Whilst driving between bunkers a few minutes prior to him talking to me, a bug had flown into my eye... (happens all the time if you're driving too fast in the morning)... My eye had been severly watering (even after the pain faded)
I think he may have thought I was crying... And that makes me kinda happy... Cuz I sense he didn't want to deal with a crying man... but I think he thought his job warrented the "talk"...
I should drive into more bugs... see what other kind of promies I can get them to make...
A footrub every other day would be nice... unworked overtime would also be a plus
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Lots of Time in Advance
September 11, 2006 will mark the 5-year anniversary of the attacks that killed 2,996 innocent people.
D. Challenger Roe would like 2,995 blogging volunteers to help him with a tribute to the victims of 9/11. If you’d like to participate, you’ll be assigned the name of someone who was killed on September 11, 2001. Then on September 11, 2006, you’ll post your own tribute to that person. It can be anything you want it to be ... a photo tribute, an essay, a remembrance, a poem … it’s up to you. Then link back to a page he will create which will give the names of all 2,996 victims and links to the blogs that will remember them that day.
I have submited my name as a participant (exciting, I know)... leave a comment if you plan on doing the same, cuz I'm an attention whore who likes to know how many people follow me like sheep =P
D. Challenger Roe would like 2,995 blogging volunteers to help him with a tribute to the victims of 9/11. If you’d like to participate, you’ll be assigned the name of someone who was killed on September 11, 2001. Then on September 11, 2006, you’ll post your own tribute to that person. It can be anything you want it to be ... a photo tribute, an essay, a remembrance, a poem … it’s up to you. Then link back to a page he will create which will give the names of all 2,996 victims and links to the blogs that will remember them that day.
I have submited my name as a participant (exciting, I know)... leave a comment if you plan on doing the same, cuz I'm an attention whore who likes to know how many people follow me like sheep =P
Saturday, June 24, 2006
O Rly?
Ya Rly
So I went into ritualistics today...
There is now a new person on the job for the tattoo I wanted to get back in October... So hopefully by the ned of summer I'll be able to afford it
=)
woot woot (my life is a little more exciting already!)
So I went into ritualistics today...
There is now a new person on the job for the tattoo I wanted to get back in October... So hopefully by the ned of summer I'll be able to afford it
=)
woot woot (my life is a little more exciting already!)
My Life in a Nutshell
So I went out for cafe beverages with some friends last night... and after an hour or so of talking, it became blatantly aware just how boring our lives are...
All we talked about was work... and school... and both...
I like my life, really I do, I'm quite happy with how things are going...
But just... damn...
It was like nothing exciting had happened in my life in the last moth (assides from almost buring the house down... but they were both there)...
That also seemed to be the highlight of their summer as well (I could be wrong but they didn't mention anything more exciting... assides from a set of stairs...
Woah is me... Woah...
All we talked about was work... and school... and both...
I like my life, really I do, I'm quite happy with how things are going...
But just... damn...
It was like nothing exciting had happened in my life in the last moth (assides from almost buring the house down... but they were both there)...
That also seemed to be the highlight of their summer as well (I could be wrong but they didn't mention anything more exciting... assides from a set of stairs...
Woah is me... Woah...
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
My 300th Post
I just had a revelation...
You see, my roommates put up witha lot... I'm messy, I'm loud, I can be quite inconciderate, and I don't think many would disagree if I said I had the occasional bout of obliviousness...
Another thing I just realised: I <3 potatoe skins...
I complained the other day because they took the skins off of the roast potatoes...
And now I just noticed that i'm making mashed potatoes with the skins on... cuz thats the way I like them...
Anone else here notice they make their roommates put up with something unusual?
You see, my roommates put up witha lot... I'm messy, I'm loud, I can be quite inconciderate, and I don't think many would disagree if I said I had the occasional bout of obliviousness...
Another thing I just realised: I <3 potatoe skins...
I complained the other day because they took the skins off of the roast potatoes...
And now I just noticed that i'm making mashed potatoes with the skins on... cuz thats the way I like them...
Anone else here notice they make their roommates put up with something unusual?
Monday, June 19, 2006
Sheep
have you ever thought to yourself...
"I wish there was a place for me to go and find 10000 unique handdrawn sheep that I could buy!"
Well, have I got the website for you
http://www.thesheepmarket.com/
The sheep were supplied by online workers, and are all unique...
I thought it was cute...
"I wish there was a place for me to go and find 10000 unique handdrawn sheep that I could buy!"
Well, have I got the website for you
http://www.thesheepmarket.com/
The sheep were supplied by online workers, and are all unique...
I thought it was cute...
Sunday, June 18, 2006
The Plan
So I attended a wedding last night, which was an experience...
I did not know the bride, I did not know the groom... Well... apparently I've met the bride before, at Montanas for Hallowe'en... Who remembers that night (Cuz I don't remember too much of it)
Anyways... I knew only one person... and she was tied up for a large portion of the night due to her being in the wedding party... And two other people I artificially met because they drove me to the wedding...
So needless to say the highlights of my night we're few... cuz I felt like an outsider... But I was exposed to a huge amount of lutheran imbreeding... And not just LCC... The lutheran shallow gene pool spreads FAR into the ELCIC church as well...
Anyways...
So my plan is to formulate the worst possible wedding for Morgan to have to attend... Once everything is planned out I will seek to make it happen...
(don't get me wrong the wedding was beautiful, it was just missing a lot by me not knowing anyone, so I want to extend the akwardness 10x to morgan)
Here's what I got so far:
My bride is going to be someone that Morgan cannot stand... like, I want Morgan pulling her hair and gouging her eyes whenever she is around (And in an MSN conversation morgan admitted to being really fake, so it has to be someone Morgan cannot fake her way through)
Morgan is going to be the maid of honor (really, my bride is going to have to accept that, because really, the only reason we'll be getting married is to spite Morgan)
It will be a long engagement in which we will seek plenty of pre-marital counselling.. which morgan will attend to help mediate...
I will be sure to talk about my feelings a lot... crying will also be a necessity... lot's of crying...
If you can think of anything else, feel free to add it... I have a feeling an inside wedding on a hot humid day would be nice... but you can't plan those to easily...
I did not know the bride, I did not know the groom... Well... apparently I've met the bride before, at Montanas for Hallowe'en... Who remembers that night (Cuz I don't remember too much of it)
Anyways... I knew only one person... and she was tied up for a large portion of the night due to her being in the wedding party... And two other people I artificially met because they drove me to the wedding...
So needless to say the highlights of my night we're few... cuz I felt like an outsider... But I was exposed to a huge amount of lutheran imbreeding... And not just LCC... The lutheran shallow gene pool spreads FAR into the ELCIC church as well...
Anyways...
So my plan is to formulate the worst possible wedding for Morgan to have to attend... Once everything is planned out I will seek to make it happen...
(don't get me wrong the wedding was beautiful, it was just missing a lot by me not knowing anyone, so I want to extend the akwardness 10x to morgan)
Here's what I got so far:
My bride is going to be someone that Morgan cannot stand... like, I want Morgan pulling her hair and gouging her eyes whenever she is around (And in an MSN conversation morgan admitted to being really fake, so it has to be someone Morgan cannot fake her way through)
Morgan is going to be the maid of honor (really, my bride is going to have to accept that, because really, the only reason we'll be getting married is to spite Morgan)
It will be a long engagement in which we will seek plenty of pre-marital counselling.. which morgan will attend to help mediate...
I will be sure to talk about my feelings a lot... crying will also be a necessity... lot's of crying...
If you can think of anything else, feel free to add it... I have a feeling an inside wedding on a hot humid day would be nice... but you can't plan those to easily...
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Rebuilding
So after the mighty FF'06 I have spent many a night rebuilding and am now comfortably sitting at a point one would call 'life' again...
Work is progressing well (I haven't had to do the job I hate in a week now) and as I found out today, I can still use the "I didn't know any better" excuse... even though I have been there for a month (I actually didn't know... so it wasn't a lie)
Yes...
So tomorrow is money day... and yet another paycheque that is more or less spent before I get it..
soon... very soon... I won't be living paycheque to paycheque...
There are no really exciting stories... from work or real life...
I got a letter from Jenn... you have to see it to understand but it's pretty much the funniest thing I have ever seen...
And I hope to get a picture or two of the damage onto the blog... but someone put up a sep field and I can't seem to find it... I'll see what I can do...
Work is progressing well (I haven't had to do the job I hate in a week now) and as I found out today, I can still use the "I didn't know any better" excuse... even though I have been there for a month (I actually didn't know... so it wasn't a lie)
Yes...
So tomorrow is money day... and yet another paycheque that is more or less spent before I get it..
soon... very soon... I won't be living paycheque to paycheque...
There are no really exciting stories... from work or real life...
I got a letter from Jenn... you have to see it to understand but it's pretty much the funniest thing I have ever seen...
And I hope to get a picture or two of the damage onto the blog... but someone put up a sep field and I can't seem to find it... I'll see what I can do...
Friday, June 09, 2006
Four Alarm Fire
Ah yes...
So I lit the house on fire... and let me share with you, more or less how it happened (I say more or less because I know for a fact that if I stray from the truth even slightly, morgan and regan will pounce on me)...
Tonight was the mighty fondue night... which i would say was quite the success...
But after an hour or so, the fondue torch ran out of fuel, so I needed to refil the apperati... Which went sort of well... assides from the fact that my shaky hand spilled some of the fuel... so when we ignited the torch, my hand went up too...
and the carpet...
and the table...
and part of the wall...
and a napkin (oh lord, not the napkin)
I suppose I'll let it stand as that for right now... I will open my comments to interperutations of the ff'06 (fondue fire, 2006)... Perhaps I will give prizes based on the best told (without lying) story...
yes... perhaps prizes indeed...
So I lit the house on fire... and let me share with you, more or less how it happened (I say more or less because I know for a fact that if I stray from the truth even slightly, morgan and regan will pounce on me)...
Tonight was the mighty fondue night... which i would say was quite the success...
But after an hour or so, the fondue torch ran out of fuel, so I needed to refil the apperati... Which went sort of well... assides from the fact that my shaky hand spilled some of the fuel... so when we ignited the torch, my hand went up too...
and the carpet...
and the table...
and part of the wall...
and a napkin (oh lord, not the napkin)
I suppose I'll let it stand as that for right now... I will open my comments to interperutations of the ff'06 (fondue fire, 2006)... Perhaps I will give prizes based on the best told (without lying) story...
yes... perhaps prizes indeed...
Stolen Sidekick
So, I've been following the story of Evan for a while now...
first the link: StolenSidekick
Summary... his friend left her Sidekick in a taxi, and some kid found it, and refused to return it... Theres a lot more to the story, including a rewrd for it's return, some threats, and a fake address...
Now the funny thing about a sidekick, is it can be set up to automatically download any pictures you take onto the internet...
ladies and gentleman, I present to you the face of a thief:
and her accomplice (the boyfriend or borther... or something)
Evan (the freidn of the person whos cell was taken) has dedicated his life to making sure that the cell thieves are humiliated for being selfish... So he created the website at the top of this post... It;s a really funny read. It includes both the myspace accounts of all the people involved (my undersanding is that since this story became so well known, people have been able to recognise them and have revealed a lot more information than Evan feels comfortable posting), a song written to commemorate the event (and a promised music video if enough hits are generated), as well as a list of sites that have currently connected to him...
Now... I suppose you wonder while I'm writing all of this...
You see, I checked ou the forum (they've crashed several forums thus far... it's been quite fun) and there is a photoshop section...
I laughed sooOoOOooo hard...
first the link: StolenSidekick
Summary... his friend left her Sidekick in a taxi, and some kid found it, and refused to return it... Theres a lot more to the story, including a rewrd for it's return, some threats, and a fake address...
Now the funny thing about a sidekick, is it can be set up to automatically download any pictures you take onto the internet...
ladies and gentleman, I present to you the face of a thief:
and her accomplice (the boyfriend or borther... or something)
Evan (the freidn of the person whos cell was taken) has dedicated his life to making sure that the cell thieves are humiliated for being selfish... So he created the website at the top of this post... It;s a really funny read. It includes both the myspace accounts of all the people involved (my undersanding is that since this story became so well known, people have been able to recognise them and have revealed a lot more information than Evan feels comfortable posting), a song written to commemorate the event (and a promised music video if enough hits are generated), as well as a list of sites that have currently connected to him...
Now... I suppose you wonder while I'm writing all of this...
You see, I checked ou the forum (they've crashed several forums thus far... it's been quite fun) and there is a photoshop section...
I laughed sooOoOOooo hard...
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Happy Birthday
So I missed the actual day, because of silly blogspot problems... But yesterday was my blogs second birthday...
yup...
I'm too tired to write anything of interest... perhaps later...
yup...
I'm too tired to write anything of interest... perhaps later...
Monday, June 05, 2006
Calgary?
Hello!
I need any of my calgarian friends to contact me (if you're living in Calgary currently)
that is all
I need any of my calgarian friends to contact me (if you're living in Calgary currently)
that is all
Famers Tan
I am well aware that I am developing a farmers tan...
I suppose it comes with the job...
I <3 my farmers tan... So you can make fun of me as much as you want...
I suppose it comes with the job...
I <3 my farmers tan... So you can make fun of me as much as you want...
Thursday, June 01, 2006
It's Good to Be Happy
What is the making of a good day? I ask of you, how does this sound?
a good meal (today I made myself an amazing tomato soup and cream cheese combo... although morgan was right, the appearance left something to be desired... I suppose she's allowed to be right every once in a while)...
debt removal (with luck and a little be of wise spending I should be very close to being debt free in the next two weeks (yay)... well.. assides from student loans)
a job you love (My job has some really sucky parts... But even video game testing requires you to repeat the same things over and over trying to reach a desired outcome (even if you could move on, you need to try to replicate those bugs, you know)... But I love the people I'm working with, even if most of them are jerkfaces... My bosses hasn't given me the "wtf did you do that for" look in about a week, and I managed to talk myself out of two shifts of the job I hate... Oh, did I mention that we were let out half an hour early today so our boss could buy us beer (on account of efficient work leading to a sodding job being dome in less than half the time they tought)... Oh... and tomorrow we get out early so they can cook us hamburgers... and I hate to look too far in advance, but August is comming up with the all you can drink staff party... I tend to test out the limits of the all you can drink... mwahahaha...)
A tan (I havent felt this healthy in a long time... maybe my body i catching up on all the sunlight I missed out on in the last few years)
praise (my boss has said that he respects how quickly I learn things, and the efoort I put in)
air conditioning (after being out in the sun all day, nothing beats comming home and sitting in a house which is a nicely controlled temperature)
good friends (did I mention I <3 you guys... all of you... no exceptions this time (I won't even be mean to morgan))
yup... I'd say it's been a good day...praise God!!! only thing thats gonna make it better is some sleep... I have to save my energy for all the eating I'm going to do tomorrow...
gnight
a good meal (today I made myself an amazing tomato soup and cream cheese combo... although morgan was right, the appearance left something to be desired... I suppose she's allowed to be right every once in a while)...
debt removal (with luck and a little be of wise spending I should be very close to being debt free in the next two weeks (yay)... well.. assides from student loans)
a job you love (My job has some really sucky parts... But even video game testing requires you to repeat the same things over and over trying to reach a desired outcome (even if you could move on, you need to try to replicate those bugs, you know)... But I love the people I'm working with, even if most of them are jerkfaces... My bosses hasn't given me the "wtf did you do that for" look in about a week, and I managed to talk myself out of two shifts of the job I hate... Oh, did I mention that we were let out half an hour early today so our boss could buy us beer (on account of efficient work leading to a sodding job being dome in less than half the time they tought)... Oh... and tomorrow we get out early so they can cook us hamburgers... and I hate to look too far in advance, but August is comming up with the all you can drink staff party... I tend to test out the limits of the all you can drink... mwahahaha...)
A tan (I havent felt this healthy in a long time... maybe my body i catching up on all the sunlight I missed out on in the last few years)
praise (my boss has said that he respects how quickly I learn things, and the efoort I put in)
air conditioning (after being out in the sun all day, nothing beats comming home and sitting in a house which is a nicely controlled temperature)
good friends (did I mention I <3 you guys... all of you... no exceptions this time (I won't even be mean to morgan))
yup... I'd say it's been a good day...praise God!!! only thing thats gonna make it better is some sleep... I have to save my energy for all the eating I'm going to do tomorrow...
gnight
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Golfing
So as I said, I tried my hand at golfing... It was an experience if I've ever had one...
Went with MattyK and Darren (ex-Boss) which was a treat in and of itself (<3 u mattyk!)...
Now I have never golfed before... Matt and Darren both have minimal experience... So I assure you, it was a sight to behold (for the entertainment of it... not just because we're stunningly good looking... although we are stunningly good looking)
It took me two balls to get off the tee... I kid you not... My first shot went straight into the bushes... Which is quite sad, but few of you know the layout of the course... so just accept this... there are no bushes for you to shoot at... unless you're a terribly bad shot... *raises hand*
So my second ball is somewhat less pathetic... It was a grounder (which is amazing since the first tee is off a cliff/hill)...
Matt and Darren were filled with helpful advice like "ha!" and "*laugh*" and "bwahahahha" even though they didnt do much better... They're balls, really, only went about as far as mine did...
Needless to say, my first hole didn't go so well... Live and learn, I suppose...
But I didn't learn, or so it seems..
My second hole was, by far, the most pathetic of the night...
It was a par 5... I stopped counting at 15 hits... Really, I would have done better to just kick it with my foot...
And the green KILLED me... I would hit the ball and it would go flying across the green... I would lightly tap it, and it would roll to the other side... The wind changed, and I think it rolled halfway back down the fairway...
*sigh*
I did get better though... There were a few times where I was within about 30' of the hole and able to say "this is for par"... well... actually, that was just once... and then Neal's curse of the green kicked in...
On the plus side, I did manage to not get a ball stuck in the water hazzard... I use the word stuck because although i hit one dead centre into the water hazzard, it bounced out and into play...
Oh, and the play of the game was a tie... betwen the bank-shot off mattys foot for 1-over-par... and Darrens swing of death (which somehow managed to detatch the head of the club, sending it flying down the fairway further than the ball it hit... He's lucky no one was killed)...
yes... so that was my golfing adventure...
(and some clarification... I will not delete your blog unless you have not updated it sometime between june 1st and june 30th...)
Went with MattyK and Darren (ex-Boss) which was a treat in and of itself (<3 u mattyk!)...
Now I have never golfed before... Matt and Darren both have minimal experience... So I assure you, it was a sight to behold (for the entertainment of it... not just because we're stunningly good looking... although we are stunningly good looking)
It took me two balls to get off the tee... I kid you not... My first shot went straight into the bushes... Which is quite sad, but few of you know the layout of the course... so just accept this... there are no bushes for you to shoot at... unless you're a terribly bad shot... *raises hand*
So my second ball is somewhat less pathetic... It was a grounder (which is amazing since the first tee is off a cliff/hill)...
Matt and Darren were filled with helpful advice like "ha!" and "*laugh*" and "bwahahahha" even though they didnt do much better... They're balls, really, only went about as far as mine did...
Needless to say, my first hole didn't go so well... Live and learn, I suppose...
But I didn't learn, or so it seems..
My second hole was, by far, the most pathetic of the night...
It was a par 5... I stopped counting at 15 hits... Really, I would have done better to just kick it with my foot...
And the green KILLED me... I would hit the ball and it would go flying across the green... I would lightly tap it, and it would roll to the other side... The wind changed, and I think it rolled halfway back down the fairway...
*sigh*
I did get better though... There were a few times where I was within about 30' of the hole and able to say "this is for par"... well... actually, that was just once... and then Neal's curse of the green kicked in...
On the plus side, I did manage to not get a ball stuck in the water hazzard... I use the word stuck because although i hit one dead centre into the water hazzard, it bounced out and into play...
Oh, and the play of the game was a tie... betwen the bank-shot off mattys foot for 1-over-par... and Darrens swing of death (which somehow managed to detatch the head of the club, sending it flying down the fairway further than the ball it hit... He's lucky no one was killed)...
yes... so that was my golfing adventure...
(and some clarification... I will not delete your blog unless you have not updated it sometime between june 1st and june 30th...)
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Two Things
First off: I tested out the golf course today... It was good fun, and I think I can make a story about how we turned a par 5 into a par 15...
Second off: I haven't pruned my "other blogs" section since last year... If your blog is listed and you would like to keep it listed I would like to see a post, of any sort, in the month of june... THat's all... Even if the post is 4 words... 'Please don't delete me' or 'I love you Neal'...
Any blogs that don't have a post by the end of june 30th will be cast from my memory...
Also, if you would like your blog added to my list, leave a comment... I'll review, and add (please no spam though... I don't care if my friends write about boring things... but if some stranger posts 100 comments about cheap vaccuum cleaners, you can be sure it's not gonna make it....)
Second off: I haven't pruned my "other blogs" section since last year... If your blog is listed and you would like to keep it listed I would like to see a post, of any sort, in the month of june... THat's all... Even if the post is 4 words... 'Please don't delete me' or 'I love you Neal'...
Any blogs that don't have a post by the end of june 30th will be cast from my memory...
Also, if you would like your blog added to my list, leave a comment... I'll review, and add (please no spam though... I don't care if my friends write about boring things... but if some stranger posts 100 comments about cheap vaccuum cleaners, you can be sure it's not gonna make it....)
Choir Boy at <3
*sigh*
I probibly shouldn't have been as entertained by this as I was... so hopefully this workes...
I probibly shouldn't have been as entertained by this as I was... so hopefully this workes...
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Sleep
This whole sleep thing is getting lame...
oh well..
It's only a few more days till payday... and then I can afford rent... and food... and god only knows what else I can do with money and free time (I'm assuming that i'll develope free time once money provides sufficient reason to stay awake)...
I am determined to attempt golfing... I'll let you know how that goes... it might end up being quite the story...
I really shouldn't be awake right now... goodnight
oh well..
It's only a few more days till payday... and then I can afford rent... and food... and god only knows what else I can do with money and free time (I'm assuming that i'll develope free time once money provides sufficient reason to stay awake)...
I am determined to attempt golfing... I'll let you know how that goes... it might end up being quite the story...
I really shouldn't be awake right now... goodnight
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Fight
Todays work experience was sizing up to be quite boring... and for the most part it was... assides from the fight I got in...
I was cleaning up my machine (cuz you do that when you're done your shift) and I headed over to the wash basin in order to hose it down...
I turned on the hose, and thats when the fight broke out...
The hose started flying madly throughout the area, hosing me down intensely (although it looked like it only hosed down my crotch)
I was absolutely stunned by the first wave of frigidly cold water that I was in no way prepared for the second wave that hit me moments after.,..
It t0ook a good 15 seconds of the hose flying around and sraying everything before I finally pulled myself together and turned the hose off...
Thankfully only like 1/2 the people working managed to see the spectacle...
I was cleaning up my machine (cuz you do that when you're done your shift) and I headed over to the wash basin in order to hose it down...
I turned on the hose, and thats when the fight broke out...
The hose started flying madly throughout the area, hosing me down intensely (although it looked like it only hosed down my crotch)
I was absolutely stunned by the first wave of frigidly cold water that I was in no way prepared for the second wave that hit me moments after.,..
It t0ook a good 15 seconds of the hose flying around and sraying everything before I finally pulled myself together and turned the hose off...
Thankfully only like 1/2 the people working managed to see the spectacle...
Friday, May 26, 2006
He Said
So my boss looked at me (well... two of us) and said
"You guys impress me!"
Very sincere, looked us in the eye's, no laugh afterwords (or "just kidding" gestures)...
And then he put us back on weedwhacking...
On the plus side, starting work at 530 in the morning makes the day go by a lot quicker (plus it allows me to finish my other duties faster - due to the lack of golfers in the way - which allows me to start weedwhacking even earlier...)
Now I know weedwhacking is a major part of the job, and I knew that before I started working here... but seriously, I've logged about 10 hours of carrying those things in the last two shifts...
and my arms are tired ='(
On the plus side, it gives me something to complain about... and we all know how much I likfe to complain (and bug morgan about being on the 3100)
"You guys impress me!"
Very sincere, looked us in the eye's, no laugh afterwords (or "just kidding" gestures)...
And then he put us back on weedwhacking...
On the plus side, starting work at 530 in the morning makes the day go by a lot quicker (plus it allows me to finish my other duties faster - due to the lack of golfers in the way - which allows me to start weedwhacking even earlier...)
Now I know weedwhacking is a major part of the job, and I knew that before I started working here... but seriously, I've logged about 10 hours of carrying those things in the last two shifts...
and my arms are tired ='(
On the plus side, it gives me something to complain about... and we all know how much I likfe to complain (and bug morgan about being on the 3100)
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Tidbit About Me
Turns out I don't like having little pebbles shot up my nose as unbelievable speeds...
I'd like to thank weedwhackers for providing this revelation...
I'd like to thank weedwhackers for providing this revelation...
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
Adverse Effects of Work
So I have come to the realization that although i appreciate consitet work, there are a few things that are left to be desired...
1) Bed starts calling my name at 9pm... by 10, it's screaming my name... by 11, it's having little tantrums...
2) I cannot sleep in past 5... I've tried... If I set my alarm for 5:15, I'm awake by 4:45... eww... I didn't even know there was such a thing as 4:45 in the morning...
3) I do not appreciate rain as much as some people (yes yes, rain is good... I will give you that... but seriously, you have to admit walking around in the pouring rain (with thunder in the distance) carrying a gas powered lightning rod is not cool)
4) I tire of doing weedwhacking... I mean, it's not a particularly difficult job, but I'm not really entertained by it in the slightest... Although the idea of having to do the 'girly' jobs is far more frightening than being forced to carry a weed whacker around all summer...
5) Shorts and weedwhackers are NOT a cool mix (why I was wearing shorts in the rain, I will never know)
6) Soup is not a valid lunch option, in and of itself... I need something more... One of the guys was eating peach yogurt... and I wanted some... thats how hungry I was...
yup... such is my life...
1) Bed starts calling my name at 9pm... by 10, it's screaming my name... by 11, it's having little tantrums...
2) I cannot sleep in past 5... I've tried... If I set my alarm for 5:15, I'm awake by 4:45... eww... I didn't even know there was such a thing as 4:45 in the morning...
3) I do not appreciate rain as much as some people (yes yes, rain is good... I will give you that... but seriously, you have to admit walking around in the pouring rain (with thunder in the distance) carrying a gas powered lightning rod is not cool)
4) I tire of doing weedwhacking... I mean, it's not a particularly difficult job, but I'm not really entertained by it in the slightest... Although the idea of having to do the 'girly' jobs is far more frightening than being forced to carry a weed whacker around all summer...
5) Shorts and weedwhackers are NOT a cool mix (why I was wearing shorts in the rain, I will never know)
6) Soup is not a valid lunch option, in and of itself... I need something more... One of the guys was eating peach yogurt... and I wanted some... thats how hungry I was...
yup... such is my life...
Saturday, May 20, 2006
Bunkers
(bunkers are the sand traps on a golf course... I had someone ask me that, so I thought maybe I should clarify)
So far my job has mainly consisted of bunker detail, which is fine and dandy, and I enjoy it quite a lot... Well... asides from the fact that my back feels like ass afterwards...
Anyways...
Bunkers are fairly easy to do so long as you remember three simple things:
1) Old rich people like to complain, so try not to leave anything they can complain about
2) Old rich people like to complain, so try not to make any distractions to complain about
3) Always enter and exit the bunker from a low point in the border
Now as I said, these things are very easy to follow... mostly... Sometimes it's harder to gauge where places are sufficiently low enough (since I've been told to try not to always enter or exit from the same spot... since the grass gets worn away)
Now, before I get too far into my mistakes: REGAN DROVE OUR CART INTO A TREE!!!
My first story happened way back on day two... I had, more or less, just learned the jist of being a bunker rake driver... and I was getting quite proficient at my swirly-swirls and my double backs... My boss is sort of a geek, so I take it when he was making victory arm jestures and 'woo' sounds, that my skills were becomming quite admirable...
Now, as I said, it was day two, and I hadn't quite yet picked up on the entirity of the capabilities of the little tractor rake... They seem to have a lot of power, and the tires have a lot of tread (indicating a lot of traction)...
So whilst finishing my last swoop of one of the bunkers, I begin eyeing up potential exit sites... trying not to make it the same as my entrance... I notice a spot along the east side that looks quite fitting so I drive right for it...
everythig was fine and dandy... until I realised that I had left the rakes down...
Not a problem, I stopped just in time to avoid doing some serious rakage damage to the well manicured lawn... I lifted up the rake and proceeded on my way... But not quite...
Although the lip was an acceptable height, the hill on the other side required a little more momentum than comming from a dead stop... The tread on the tires, rather than acting as traction to get up the hill, we're acting as graters tearing their way into the grass... not cool...
So I throw the thing in reverse, back into the pit and clamour onto the hill praying to god my boss doesn't come around the corner to see how I'm doing...
I try my best to make my mess as disguised as possible (really it looked like a divet... just in a place a ball wouldn;t naturally come to rest) then fixed up the bunker, and drove off like nothing happened...
My next story was today... I was, again, on bunker detail... And after my experience two days before, I was trying to be quite careful as to where I entered and exited... Not a general rule of thumb is wherever there is quite a bit of sand is most certainly the spot there the tractors come out... This is because residual sand is usually knocked off when you hit the bump of the lip...
Turns out there are lots of other reasons for there to be sand on the outside edge of a bunker...
So whilst driving towards my new bunker, I eyed up the spot I would enter... I was downhill a bit, so I couldn't see how much of a drop, but there was plenty of sand, so I figured I was safe...
There wasn't even time for me to brake when I realised how much of a drop it was going to be... And I had to wait a good 5 minutes before one of the mower people came around to help me get my cart off of it's recarious position (I had bottomed out and neither the front nor the back tires could get enough traction to go anywhere)...
Thankfully, no one important was around so I don't owe any beer... But yes...
So far my job has mainly consisted of bunker detail, which is fine and dandy, and I enjoy it quite a lot... Well... asides from the fact that my back feels like ass afterwards...
Anyways...
Bunkers are fairly easy to do so long as you remember three simple things:
1) Old rich people like to complain, so try not to leave anything they can complain about
2) Old rich people like to complain, so try not to make any distractions to complain about
3) Always enter and exit the bunker from a low point in the border
Now as I said, these things are very easy to follow... mostly... Sometimes it's harder to gauge where places are sufficiently low enough (since I've been told to try not to always enter or exit from the same spot... since the grass gets worn away)
Now, before I get too far into my mistakes: REGAN DROVE OUR CART INTO A TREE!!!
My first story happened way back on day two... I had, more or less, just learned the jist of being a bunker rake driver... and I was getting quite proficient at my swirly-swirls and my double backs... My boss is sort of a geek, so I take it when he was making victory arm jestures and 'woo' sounds, that my skills were becomming quite admirable...
Now, as I said, it was day two, and I hadn't quite yet picked up on the entirity of the capabilities of the little tractor rake... They seem to have a lot of power, and the tires have a lot of tread (indicating a lot of traction)...
So whilst finishing my last swoop of one of the bunkers, I begin eyeing up potential exit sites... trying not to make it the same as my entrance... I notice a spot along the east side that looks quite fitting so I drive right for it...
everythig was fine and dandy... until I realised that I had left the rakes down...
Not a problem, I stopped just in time to avoid doing some serious rakage damage to the well manicured lawn... I lifted up the rake and proceeded on my way... But not quite...
Although the lip was an acceptable height, the hill on the other side required a little more momentum than comming from a dead stop... The tread on the tires, rather than acting as traction to get up the hill, we're acting as graters tearing their way into the grass... not cool...
So I throw the thing in reverse, back into the pit and clamour onto the hill praying to god my boss doesn't come around the corner to see how I'm doing...
I try my best to make my mess as disguised as possible (really it looked like a divet... just in a place a ball wouldn;t naturally come to rest) then fixed up the bunker, and drove off like nothing happened...
My next story was today... I was, again, on bunker detail... And after my experience two days before, I was trying to be quite careful as to where I entered and exited... Not a general rule of thumb is wherever there is quite a bit of sand is most certainly the spot there the tractors come out... This is because residual sand is usually knocked off when you hit the bump of the lip...
Turns out there are lots of other reasons for there to be sand on the outside edge of a bunker...
So whilst driving towards my new bunker, I eyed up the spot I would enter... I was downhill a bit, so I couldn't see how much of a drop, but there was plenty of sand, so I figured I was safe...
There wasn't even time for me to brake when I realised how much of a drop it was going to be... And I had to wait a good 5 minutes before one of the mower people came around to help me get my cart off of it's recarious position (I had bottomed out and neither the front nor the back tires could get enough traction to go anywhere)...
Thankfully, no one important was around so I don't owe any beer... But yes...
Friday, May 19, 2006
Karma
The world is starting to even itself out... well.. as far as my job is concerned...
a fricking rock was in one of the bunkers today... So my tractor raking was all f-ed up... cept the rock wouldnt come out of the sand so I didnt know what the problem was... after three sweeps (and about 6" away from a nervous breakdown) it appeared, and I kicked it... hard...
no more rock (I kicked it in a direction that made it a problem for no one)
so to even everything out (including the act that I had to do another 2 hours of weedwhacking, and 2 hours of pushing a lawnmower up a hill) there was beer!
Apparently someone was supposed to glue something... and didnt... And the rule is, if you screw up you buy a 12pack of beer...
I like beer now, btw... mmmMMmmm beer...
that is all
a fricking rock was in one of the bunkers today... So my tractor raking was all f-ed up... cept the rock wouldnt come out of the sand so I didnt know what the problem was... after three sweeps (and about 6" away from a nervous breakdown) it appeared, and I kicked it... hard...
no more rock (I kicked it in a direction that made it a problem for no one)
so to even everything out (including the act that I had to do another 2 hours of weedwhacking, and 2 hours of pushing a lawnmower up a hill) there was beer!
Apparently someone was supposed to glue something... and didnt... And the rule is, if you screw up you buy a 12pack of beer...
I like beer now, btw... mmmMMmmm beer...
that is all
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
New Job Begins
So today was my first day at the golf course... EXCITING!
today I got to rake EVERY bunker on the property (well.. except the few holes that are out of commision...) but I was put on manual detail.. meaning I was actually in there with a rake in hand pushing sand around until someone came to drive a tractor over it...
I did get to try out the tractor though... fun!!!
After dodging golf balls for a few hours (something it appears my co-worker isn't very good at... judging by the welt left on his leg at hole 16) it was time to weedwack... Everything...
Now, it's been a while since I've weedwacked... but I forgot how absolutely wretched those things are on your arms...
So, between being hunched over bunkers with a rake, and carrying a gas powered "I hate you arms" machine... I can officially say everything is sore.
But I still enjoy my job... good times!
I hope I get to sit on a tractor all day sometime soon
today I got to rake EVERY bunker on the property (well.. except the few holes that are out of commision...) but I was put on manual detail.. meaning I was actually in there with a rake in hand pushing sand around until someone came to drive a tractor over it...
I did get to try out the tractor though... fun!!!
After dodging golf balls for a few hours (something it appears my co-worker isn't very good at... judging by the welt left on his leg at hole 16) it was time to weedwack... Everything...
Now, it's been a while since I've weedwacked... but I forgot how absolutely wretched those things are on your arms...
So, between being hunched over bunkers with a rake, and carrying a gas powered "I hate you arms" machine... I can officially say everything is sore.
But I still enjoy my job... good times!
I hope I get to sit on a tractor all day sometime soon
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Bacon
Ladies and Gentlemen (not that I expect many of you to be either) I present to you the newest (and greatest) Turf, Alluvium, and Sanitation Engineer for the exclusive Highlands Golf Course...
Okay... I tried to make that sounds prestigious...
Anyways... I'm the maintenance staff... well.. a member of the maintenance staff...
So expect me to be well tanned and in bed by 10 for most of the summer...
I wish I could say I was proud to have achieved this job, but really, the first question was "when can you start?" so I oppose they don't have the highest expectations for their employees (the person who hired me had also never seen my resume, so he had no idea of my work experience, references, name, etc)
Ah yes... summer employment...
Just think... soon I'll be able to afford all the luxuries of life... food, rent, a table mounted usb air dart system for my computer (in action)
So yes...
adios
Okay... I tried to make that sounds prestigious...
Anyways... I'm the maintenance staff... well.. a member of the maintenance staff...
So expect me to be well tanned and in bed by 10 for most of the summer...
I wish I could say I was proud to have achieved this job, but really, the first question was "when can you start?" so I oppose they don't have the highest expectations for their employees (the person who hired me had also never seen my resume, so he had no idea of my work experience, references, name, etc)
Ah yes... summer employment...
Just think... soon I'll be able to afford all the luxuries of life... food, rent, a table mounted usb air dart system for my computer (in action)
So yes...
adios
Friday, May 12, 2006
Gah
Just when I think american people are FINALLY beginning to see what the rest of the world has seen since November 2000 (bush's approval in the US now sits at about 29%... which is around what I remember the worlds approval rating being quoted at not too long ago) I get proof that the american people are just selfish twits (collectively... I know a lot of really decent american individuals)
If I could present to you, image number one...
please note that the gas price is reciprical... meaning that the higher the number, the lower the price...
If I could present to you, image number one...
please note that the gas price is reciprical... meaning that the higher the number, the lower the price...
so yes... bush's popularity is tied to gasoline prices (although other things are affecting it as well)...
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Happy Birthday MattyK
So today was mattyk's birthday... you would have thought it was mine...
Everyone visited me tongiht... well.. not everyone... But everyone that counts...
Oh, and I didnt have to eat peanut butter or noodles tonight... Such a nice change...
Actually, come to think of it, I love peanut butter... I really shouldnt complain about it... It could be worse...
Yes...
I wish i could desribe to you just how boring it can be when my roommates are out of the house...
Needless to say, if you are reading this, and in the edmonton area, give me a call, and come hang out... I have board games, you bring the beer =)
And if you don;t know how to contact me, you're probibly some creeper who has no idea who I am, and you;re just reading my blog in a selfish desire to be closer to me...
No thank you... I have enough nuts already (peanuts! hahahhahhahaha!!!)
yes... I should go do something else...
Everyone visited me tongiht... well.. not everyone... But everyone that counts...
Oh, and I didnt have to eat peanut butter or noodles tonight... Such a nice change...
Actually, come to think of it, I love peanut butter... I really shouldnt complain about it... It could be worse...
Yes...
I wish i could desribe to you just how boring it can be when my roommates are out of the house...
Needless to say, if you are reading this, and in the edmonton area, give me a call, and come hang out... I have board games, you bring the beer =)
And if you don;t know how to contact me, you're probibly some creeper who has no idea who I am, and you;re just reading my blog in a selfish desire to be closer to me...
No thank you... I have enough nuts already (peanuts! hahahhahhahaha!!!)
yes... I should go do something else...
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Yup
So needless to say, this whole living out of dorm (or my parents house) thing is quite novel to me... And needless to say, there are quite a number of things that you just never learn when the only places you've ever lived were a dorm or a farmhouse...
First things first...
The dishes don't clean themselves... Holy dear... I think I may have thought that my parents bought new plates every week... but now I think I may no different =)
(oh, btw... if my 'rents really wanted me to do dishes, they should have bought a dish washer)
Second, I've learned that furniture doesn't come with the room... Dorm really spoiled me there... Well... thats not to say that i didnt ahve a lot of furniture back home as well... but being an ra allows me furniture for two... which was nice... But alas, no longer...
And the third and most important thing I've learned in my day of being off on my own...
If you run a load of dishes and a load of laundry at the same time, DO NOT TAKE A SHOWER! I cannot stress this enough... After fiddling with the knobs to get a constant temperature, i hoped in... only to be scalded and ice blasted at the same time (dont ask me how it's possible)... I can honestly say this has not been one of my brightest mornings... But in my defense, dorm has enough water to run 8 showers and 2 washers at the same time and still keep a nice temperature... and my 'rents house has never had a washer or a dryer...
Yes...
So today, I'm going to try to track down those cheques I should have gotten... and hopefully find a way to feed myself =)
adios
First things first...
The dishes don't clean themselves... Holy dear... I think I may have thought that my parents bought new plates every week... but now I think I may no different =)
(oh, btw... if my 'rents really wanted me to do dishes, they should have bought a dish washer)
Second, I've learned that furniture doesn't come with the room... Dorm really spoiled me there... Well... thats not to say that i didnt ahve a lot of furniture back home as well... but being an ra allows me furniture for two... which was nice... But alas, no longer...
And the third and most important thing I've learned in my day of being off on my own...
If you run a load of dishes and a load of laundry at the same time, DO NOT TAKE A SHOWER! I cannot stress this enough... After fiddling with the knobs to get a constant temperature, i hoped in... only to be scalded and ice blasted at the same time (dont ask me how it's possible)... I can honestly say this has not been one of my brightest mornings... But in my defense, dorm has enough water to run 8 showers and 2 washers at the same time and still keep a nice temperature... and my 'rents house has never had a washer or a dryer...
Yes...
So today, I'm going to try to track down those cheques I should have gotten... and hopefully find a way to feed myself =)
adios
Monday, May 08, 2006
Postcard Competition
So last year was the first year of the international ugly postcard competition...
Many of you may have heard of it, many of you may have... One of you has sent at least 10 of them for me (which, apparently is the reason i didnt win... because I sent to many... or something lame like that)...
Anyways...
This years competition officially opened a few weeks ago, and the first post cards have come in, so I figure I'm game to put this on here...
Please send postcards to:
A. Vanweerden
11158 65th St
Edmonton Ab
T5W 4K1
A little bit about this historical competition...
It was started may years ago by a creepy old man, named Scott, who ended up being shipped off to colorado for the summer as a job placement (fun!)
He made the request, and his friends complied, and out of this came the ugly postcard competition (if any of you would like to add to the histry of this, feel free to do so in the comments section of this post)...
Anyone can participate... Just send in an ugly post card... You don;t actually have to know any of us, or anything about Edmonton, or Canada... if you are reading this, you are eligble...
Prizes are awarded (as first runner up last year, I can attest to the joy I recieved in knowing that my prize was as ugly as my postcard)
So yes...
Send now, send often...
Many of you may have heard of it, many of you may have... One of you has sent at least 10 of them for me (which, apparently is the reason i didnt win... because I sent to many... or something lame like that)...
Anyways...
This years competition officially opened a few weeks ago, and the first post cards have come in, so I figure I'm game to put this on here...
Please send postcards to:
A. Vanweerden
11158 65th St
Edmonton Ab
T5W 4K1
A little bit about this historical competition...
It was started may years ago by a creepy old man, named Scott, who ended up being shipped off to colorado for the summer as a job placement (fun!)
He made the request, and his friends complied, and out of this came the ugly postcard competition (if any of you would like to add to the histry of this, feel free to do so in the comments section of this post)...
Anyone can participate... Just send in an ugly post card... You don;t actually have to know any of us, or anything about Edmonton, or Canada... if you are reading this, you are eligble...
Prizes are awarded (as first runner up last year, I can attest to the joy I recieved in knowing that my prize was as ugly as my postcard)
So yes...
Send now, send often...
Moving
The worst part about moving, by far, is packing...
I suppose looking around and thinking "this isn;t my room anymore" is pretty hard as well...
Not to mention that foundershall has been a defining part of 'Neal' over the last four years...
For 4 years i have endured people who have sleeping habits completely opposite of my own (for the first year, the people that went to be after 11pm were the ones I hated... now it seems that anyone that can do anything before 2pm are the ones i've hated)...
You should see my room... it's depressing... Well... I suppose to the untrained eye it doesn't look all that different that it did two weeks ago... But let it be known that before everything was on my floor... now only stuff that i don;t want (and thus, haven't packed) is on my floor...
I can;t really speak from experience, as i am reluctant to go off and view the 'other side', but I know a few things for certain.
1) Regardless of what kind of budget i need to keep myself on, I will not regret cafeteria food...
2) My life and happiness has not been well served by the excessive amount of rules required to live in dorm
3) This has been a long time comming, and I am very thankful for the support I have recieved (espeially those who I am constantly pestering to drive me everywhere... you know who you are and I hope you know how much i love you)
Yes...
So i packed my towels... and thus I have no towels still in dorm...
Thankfully theres no one else in dorm, otherwise it might be a little akward walking naked...
"why hello... I'm naked and wet"
yes... thats a pleasant conversation starter...
I have since put on pants and proceeding to air dry as we speak... erm... type... as I type...
Sometimes i wish this wasn't sucha public forum... I can think of a million things I want to say, but only a handful of people i want to read it... I read about it all the time in other blogs... and it's true to me as well...
I want desperately for someone to ask me just the right question that starts me off on this big long tangent in which everything that I desire to talk about gets discussed. And the sad part is, I have AMAZING friends who are asking just such questions, but I ignore, simply so I can go on thinking that no one cares about what i think...
I suppose thats the one good thing about alcohol. Inhibitions, although sometimes very benefitial, are often very VERY annoying.
but throw in a little dash of the "truth serum" and I am able to speak freely (although not always about the things I should be talking about...)
*sigh*
Yes...
And thus begins my summer vacation...
I hope i can figure out my paycheques soon... I don't know where they're being sent to... I have one address in the school computers, one address which i specifically requested things being sent to, one address which i used for many years, and one address which is dorm...
And since it took a phone call to say i wouldn't be able to be in edmonton in person in three days notice (from surrey, back when I first got accepted to concordia), and it took 5 months before they aknowledged I lived in dorm (because commuting from surrey is a very valid option) and since my name is spelled wrong more often than right (and i could have sworn computers did most of this), I figure I'll just throw this out there...
If a paycheque from concordia with my name ends up at your doorstep, please hand deliver it to me (and do not return to sender)...
Yup yup yup...
I think my ramblings are done for now...
I suppose looking around and thinking "this isn;t my room anymore" is pretty hard as well...
Not to mention that foundershall has been a defining part of 'Neal' over the last four years...
For 4 years i have endured people who have sleeping habits completely opposite of my own (for the first year, the people that went to be after 11pm were the ones I hated... now it seems that anyone that can do anything before 2pm are the ones i've hated)...
You should see my room... it's depressing... Well... I suppose to the untrained eye it doesn't look all that different that it did two weeks ago... But let it be known that before everything was on my floor... now only stuff that i don;t want (and thus, haven't packed) is on my floor...
I can;t really speak from experience, as i am reluctant to go off and view the 'other side', but I know a few things for certain.
1) Regardless of what kind of budget i need to keep myself on, I will not regret cafeteria food...
2) My life and happiness has not been well served by the excessive amount of rules required to live in dorm
3) This has been a long time comming, and I am very thankful for the support I have recieved (espeially those who I am constantly pestering to drive me everywhere... you know who you are and I hope you know how much i love you)
Yes...
So i packed my towels... and thus I have no towels still in dorm...
Thankfully theres no one else in dorm, otherwise it might be a little akward walking naked...
"why hello... I'm naked and wet"
yes... thats a pleasant conversation starter...
I have since put on pants and proceeding to air dry as we speak... erm... type... as I type...
Sometimes i wish this wasn't sucha public forum... I can think of a million things I want to say, but only a handful of people i want to read it... I read about it all the time in other blogs... and it's true to me as well...
I want desperately for someone to ask me just the right question that starts me off on this big long tangent in which everything that I desire to talk about gets discussed. And the sad part is, I have AMAZING friends who are asking just such questions, but I ignore, simply so I can go on thinking that no one cares about what i think...
I suppose thats the one good thing about alcohol. Inhibitions, although sometimes very benefitial, are often very VERY annoying.
but throw in a little dash of the "truth serum" and I am able to speak freely (although not always about the things I should be talking about...)
*sigh*
Yes...
And thus begins my summer vacation...
I hope i can figure out my paycheques soon... I don't know where they're being sent to... I have one address in the school computers, one address which i specifically requested things being sent to, one address which i used for many years, and one address which is dorm...
And since it took a phone call to say i wouldn't be able to be in edmonton in person in three days notice (from surrey, back when I first got accepted to concordia), and it took 5 months before they aknowledged I lived in dorm (because commuting from surrey is a very valid option) and since my name is spelled wrong more often than right (and i could have sworn computers did most of this), I figure I'll just throw this out there...
If a paycheque from concordia with my name ends up at your doorstep, please hand deliver it to me (and do not return to sender)...
Yup yup yup...
I think my ramblings are done for now...
Thursday, May 04, 2006
The rest of days
okay...
so big scary guys (about 350lbs)... with calloused fingers, buzzed hair, and fire marshal jacket... can listen to euro trash pop... SooOoOOoOo odd... (seriously he was bobbing his head to some funky rythyms)
Sunshine only comes out when you don't need it (tour boats up galcial river = sleet... day off = sun)... but still enjoyable...
Did I mention I <3 vince (sorry about the wakeup, pookie)
Concert Saturday:
McDougal United Church (downtown edmonton)
I've said it before to some of you... but I'll say it again...
It's saturday at 730, and if you're not there, you're not my friend =)
(just kidding of course... but seriously if you can be there. you should, it's gonna be wicked cool)
adios
so big scary guys (about 350lbs)... with calloused fingers, buzzed hair, and fire marshal jacket... can listen to euro trash pop... SooOoOOoOo odd... (seriously he was bobbing his head to some funky rythyms)
Sunshine only comes out when you don't need it (tour boats up galcial river = sleet... day off = sun)... but still enjoyable...
Did I mention I <3 vince (sorry about the wakeup, pookie)
Concert Saturday:
McDougal United Church (downtown edmonton)
I've said it before to some of you... but I'll say it again...
It's saturday at 730, and if you're not there, you're not my friend =)
(just kidding of course... but seriously if you can be there. you should, it's gonna be wicked cool)
adios
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Day 3 4 5
well...
rhubarb pie is good when the pie is still cooling (and the vanilla icecream has white chocolate chunks...
rednecks tell innapropriate jokes about natives (surpised much?)
children can behave properly and can be quite cute when given the chance....
more to come...
rhubarb pie is good when the pie is still cooling (and the vanilla icecream has white chocolate chunks...
rednecks tell innapropriate jokes about natives (surpised much?)
children can behave properly and can be quite cute when given the chance....
more to come...
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Day 2
Just because it's on the official website, doesn't mean it's open...
On a side note, if you tell people it's 2km, and it actually ends up being 8km, only about half the choir members will complete it...
On a side note, if you tell people it's 2km, and it actually ends up being 8km, only about half the choir members will complete it...
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Tour: Day 1
just a quick update before bed...
calgary sprawl = bad
house with jacuzzi = good
I'm gonna sleep well tonight...
calgary sprawl = bad
house with jacuzzi = good
I'm gonna sleep well tonight...
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Done
So today, my exams finished (yay!!!)...
SO hopefully everything I've had to put up with over the last two weeks can be put behind me (actually, Im pretty sure they will not be in my mind for a while at least)...
I'm writing this blog post because I'm being forced to... not because I want to... because some friends are too nosy... that's right, I said it... just because I can't see how often you;re on my nexopia account anymore, doesnt mean I don't know how much you want to control my life
=P
Yes...
So choir tour is in 2 days... I still have $80 on my meal card (I bought $70 worth of pop today... should last me a little while at least)...
Oh... and I have no idea what sort of games to play on choir tour... people keep saying they'll help (*hint hint*) but no-one is helping... Come now, people, even when you put a paper off till the last minute, you at least take the books out of the library in advance...
I know 2 of the things I want to do... I would like to have 5 more... So if you can think of a challenge (preferably group orientated) that can happen on a bus that is moderately competetive (I like competing almost as much as I like making people compete...)
Requirements for bus activities usually include:
1)no mess
2)moderate to little noise
3)not a lot of dexterity
I know!!!
Bus surfing... that'll be one (a very popular one if I do say so myself)....
I'm sure I can pick one person from each artificially created teaem to participate in bus surfing...
And then there were four...
Four more activities guys... I know there are at least 4 vice president choir people that read this forum... So hurry it up...
Yes...
So...
the end
SO hopefully everything I've had to put up with over the last two weeks can be put behind me (actually, Im pretty sure they will not be in my mind for a while at least)...
I'm writing this blog post because I'm being forced to... not because I want to... because some friends are too nosy... that's right, I said it... just because I can't see how often you;re on my nexopia account anymore, doesnt mean I don't know how much you want to control my life
=P
Yes...
So choir tour is in 2 days... I still have $80 on my meal card (I bought $70 worth of pop today... should last me a little while at least)...
Oh... and I have no idea what sort of games to play on choir tour... people keep saying they'll help (*hint hint*) but no-one is helping... Come now, people, even when you put a paper off till the last minute, you at least take the books out of the library in advance...
I know 2 of the things I want to do... I would like to have 5 more... So if you can think of a challenge (preferably group orientated) that can happen on a bus that is moderately competetive (I like competing almost as much as I like making people compete...)
Requirements for bus activities usually include:
1)no mess
2)moderate to little noise
3)not a lot of dexterity
I know!!!
Bus surfing... that'll be one (a very popular one if I do say so myself)....
I'm sure I can pick one person from each artificially created teaem to participate in bus surfing...
And then there were four...
Four more activities guys... I know there are at least 4 vice president choir people that read this forum... So hurry it up...
Yes...
So...
the end
Monday, April 17, 2006
Easter
So today was nice...
Went to church... Saw people from there (that I haven't seen since last summer since I didnt attend church over xmas)... Surprised to find out that the rumour mill had not yet left people knowing that I had made the switch to edmonton... I suppose if I had knocked some girl up, everyone would have heard about it by now... But I can't really be angry because gossip didnt get around, can I?
I suppose not.
Tonights dinner was care of my brothers girlfriends mom. Beautiful dinner, but I didn't really take into consideration the "third wheel" complex... I entertained myself with the kitten named patches... Mostly I just made the cat chase things, and made fun of my brother... partly because it's all I know how to do (what is a family get together without trying to start a fight) and partly because it was the only socially acceptable thing I knew how to do (everyone seemed to make fun of the step dad as well, but I didnt feel comfortable since he was three times my size and quite the red neck... I'm sure my choice of piercings was already testing the limitations of his acceptance...
Yes...
So dinner was fun...
Hmm...
I can go back to edmonton soon... That's nice.
Maybe I just miss video games... if I had known that we had high speed net access, I would have brought my games (and would have missed out on church this morning)...
I suppose it's for the best...
Oh yeah. I came to a realization today. Since it's really really official now, that this is no longer home, it is most likely right that I stop calling Zion my home congregation. Which almost certainly ends the chapter of my life as being 'lutheran' Neal...
Yesterday, Neal with a bedroom at his parents place died. Today, Neal as a lutheran died.
I have not made it a secret that I have several issues with the lutheran church. Please let it be stated that my decision has nothing to do with 'lutheran theology', but simply that I see shades of grey where I am told there is only black and white...
Yes... so...
I'm having my first guest crash at my house in years...
I can see it now (as I've seen it before):
puzzling stare at house
puzzling stare at Neal
puzzling stare at barn
puzzling stare at Neal
puzzling stare at tractor
puzzling stare at Neal
puzzling stare at cows
puzzling stare at Neal
puzzling stare at hay
puzzling stare at Neal
puzzling stare at mud
puzzling stare at Neal
...
puzzling stare at Neal
Really, when you consider how redneck my family is (and I'm not talking "lets go to Calgry Stampede and buy sily hats" redneck, but "how many non-fuctional cars can we fit in our front yard" redneck), it really is a wonder that i turned out the way I did.
I can count no less than 6 cars, 3 trucks, 2 vans, a motorhom, a school bus, 2 boats, and enough tires to keep the springfield tire fire burning for another 30 odd years.
Not to mention my house which (prior to having the vinyl sidings added) was slated to be the site of ghosts or aliens or something in a TV show (does anyone remember the show 'millenium'?) due to it's delapitation and grunge-i-ness.
Then theres the family (bless there hearts) who still think the alex fraser bridge is the longest bridge in the world (becasue it connects india and china)...
I'm pretty sure they couldnt find india on a map (unless it was a map of india, of course)...
Yes my friends, this was my childhood...
But before i say something offensive, I think I shall sleep...
gnight...
Went to church... Saw people from there (that I haven't seen since last summer since I didnt attend church over xmas)... Surprised to find out that the rumour mill had not yet left people knowing that I had made the switch to edmonton... I suppose if I had knocked some girl up, everyone would have heard about it by now... But I can't really be angry because gossip didnt get around, can I?
I suppose not.
Tonights dinner was care of my brothers girlfriends mom. Beautiful dinner, but I didn't really take into consideration the "third wheel" complex... I entertained myself with the kitten named patches... Mostly I just made the cat chase things, and made fun of my brother... partly because it's all I know how to do (what is a family get together without trying to start a fight) and partly because it was the only socially acceptable thing I knew how to do (everyone seemed to make fun of the step dad as well, but I didnt feel comfortable since he was three times my size and quite the red neck... I'm sure my choice of piercings was already testing the limitations of his acceptance...
Yes...
So dinner was fun...
Hmm...
I can go back to edmonton soon... That's nice.
Maybe I just miss video games... if I had known that we had high speed net access, I would have brought my games (and would have missed out on church this morning)...
I suppose it's for the best...
Oh yeah. I came to a realization today. Since it's really really official now, that this is no longer home, it is most likely right that I stop calling Zion my home congregation. Which almost certainly ends the chapter of my life as being 'lutheran' Neal...
Yesterday, Neal with a bedroom at his parents place died. Today, Neal as a lutheran died.
I have not made it a secret that I have several issues with the lutheran church. Please let it be stated that my decision has nothing to do with 'lutheran theology', but simply that I see shades of grey where I am told there is only black and white...
Yes... so...
I'm having my first guest crash at my house in years...
I can see it now (as I've seen it before):
puzzling stare at house
puzzling stare at Neal
puzzling stare at barn
puzzling stare at Neal
puzzling stare at tractor
puzzling stare at Neal
puzzling stare at cows
puzzling stare at Neal
puzzling stare at hay
puzzling stare at Neal
puzzling stare at mud
puzzling stare at Neal
...
puzzling stare at Neal
Really, when you consider how redneck my family is (and I'm not talking "lets go to Calgry Stampede and buy sily hats" redneck, but "how many non-fuctional cars can we fit in our front yard" redneck), it really is a wonder that i turned out the way I did.
I can count no less than 6 cars, 3 trucks, 2 vans, a motorhom, a school bus, 2 boats, and enough tires to keep the springfield tire fire burning for another 30 odd years.
Not to mention my house which (prior to having the vinyl sidings added) was slated to be the site of ghosts or aliens or something in a TV show (does anyone remember the show 'millenium'?) due to it's delapitation and grunge-i-ness.
Then theres the family (bless there hearts) who still think the alex fraser bridge is the longest bridge in the world (becasue it connects india and china)...
I'm pretty sure they couldnt find india on a map (unless it was a map of india, of course)...
Yes my friends, this was my childhood...
But before i say something offensive, I think I shall sleep...
gnight...
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Official
So it's official
Before I get into my story of the day, I'll do a little bit of explaining..
Im in BC as of the time being, for easter. Came down with friends for a wedding (well, they came down for the wedding, i came down for easter).
Yay BC fun.
But yes. Back to the story.
Home is officially not home anymore. How do I know this?
Well, it's simple you see. I have come home to the house that is no longer my own. None of the horses are the same, most of the cats aren't the same. The truck isn't the truck I left my parents with. There is city water coarsing through the pipes in the washroom. As I type this, i am typing at a computer which is connected to high speed internet access.
And the final nail in the coffin. My room no longer exists.
The bed is gone, my posters are gone, everything that comforted me for 13 years of my life is missing.
I can't really say I'm overly saddened or surprised. My decision to leave was made first, so really, I only have myself to blame.
But over the last 4 years, there was always this room. My room.
I suppose in my own naiivity, I thought it would always remain as I left it. An eternal shrine to my former self. Always waiting for the next time I would come home to play videogames after staying out all night to avoid my family.
I haven't played video games in here since I graduated from high school.
All the CD's left on the shelf are embarassing (although, perhaps i should take them with me, i mean, they're probibly cool-retro cd's by now)
There are remnants of my trip to europe covered by a layer of dust. There are remnants of my baptism, covered by a layer of dust. Remnants of fish i havent had since grade 9, covered by a layer of dust.
Dust covers traces of last summer, in the form of a pack of cigarettes and a "lighter for a loonie" petro can scripto piece of crap.
The books gramma bought me in grade 8 (most of them read) now sit in a cupboard. I don;t suppose it will be too long before they go the way of the bed and the posters.
Such is the life of one who is growing up, I suppose. If i was more poetic, I'm sure I would write an ode to loss of innocence. Memories of that fill this room as well. Things I suppose I would long to forget, were it not for the room blaring the memories back to me as I type this.
What can happen in 13 years? It's a lot of time. I can't even fathom the amount of time I've spent in between these walls. How much time I wasted doing the things I love. How much time I spent doing things that bored me. This room was my childhood.
It isn't anymore.
Easter 2006: Neal has proof Surrey isn't his home anymore.
When can I go back to Edmonton so i can lock myself in my room (and cry)
Before I get into my story of the day, I'll do a little bit of explaining..
Im in BC as of the time being, for easter. Came down with friends for a wedding (well, they came down for the wedding, i came down for easter).
Yay BC fun.
But yes. Back to the story.
Home is officially not home anymore. How do I know this?
Well, it's simple you see. I have come home to the house that is no longer my own. None of the horses are the same, most of the cats aren't the same. The truck isn't the truck I left my parents with. There is city water coarsing through the pipes in the washroom. As I type this, i am typing at a computer which is connected to high speed internet access.
And the final nail in the coffin. My room no longer exists.
The bed is gone, my posters are gone, everything that comforted me for 13 years of my life is missing.
I can't really say I'm overly saddened or surprised. My decision to leave was made first, so really, I only have myself to blame.
But over the last 4 years, there was always this room. My room.
I suppose in my own naiivity, I thought it would always remain as I left it. An eternal shrine to my former self. Always waiting for the next time I would come home to play videogames after staying out all night to avoid my family.
I haven't played video games in here since I graduated from high school.
All the CD's left on the shelf are embarassing (although, perhaps i should take them with me, i mean, they're probibly cool-retro cd's by now)
There are remnants of my trip to europe covered by a layer of dust. There are remnants of my baptism, covered by a layer of dust. Remnants of fish i havent had since grade 9, covered by a layer of dust.
Dust covers traces of last summer, in the form of a pack of cigarettes and a "lighter for a loonie" petro can scripto piece of crap.
The books gramma bought me in grade 8 (most of them read) now sit in a cupboard. I don;t suppose it will be too long before they go the way of the bed and the posters.
Such is the life of one who is growing up, I suppose. If i was more poetic, I'm sure I would write an ode to loss of innocence. Memories of that fill this room as well. Things I suppose I would long to forget, were it not for the room blaring the memories back to me as I type this.
What can happen in 13 years? It's a lot of time. I can't even fathom the amount of time I've spent in between these walls. How much time I wasted doing the things I love. How much time I spent doing things that bored me. This room was my childhood.
It isn't anymore.
Easter 2006: Neal has proof Surrey isn't his home anymore.
When can I go back to Edmonton so i can lock myself in my room (and cry)
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
All About Alyson
I don;t think I've ever dedicated an entire post to a person before... Well... not in a positive way (but customers don't count) But here goes...
explaination, me and a friend agreed that tonights post would be dedicated soley to the other person (so i can't tell you about my crazy day... hint hint read my post on wednesday march 30th 2005)
So here goes nothing...
My first concious memory of Alyson was well after the beginning of the year and well into the practices of suessical. I was approached by a (for lack of a better word) chipper person, and witha smile on her face she proclaimed that I must (not 'can you' but 'you must') write "hi from Alyson" on Scott's door... She appeared to know my name (I mean, how many Neals are there?) so I was obliged to pretend that I knew her, and knew everythig about her, lest I be the insensitive person whom forgets their friends over the summer... Cuz in all honesty, it's not like it has never happened before...
Well... Needless to say, I think my ploy worked, and after a week or so of someone having to remind me what her name was (thanks scott) me and Alyson started off on what is now a beautiful (if not sleep filled) friendship.
Over the last year, we've shared a lot. Laughs, games, fun, perhaps some hugs that were umm... A little too personal (happy birthday BTW)...
I've learned a lot from Alyson. She is the shining example of seeing the best. She handles situations that would stress me with the greatest of ease. She sees perfection in the flaws and rejoices where others would rather hide away.
And beyong all else, she is the pinnacle of the unwaivering faith. Don't get me wrong, she has her off days just like everyone else, but she NEVER ceases to praise God for everything, something I have always respected (and admired).
She's knowlegeable and determined, and thats how I know she's going to succeed no matter where her life takes her.
And could we talk about alyson without mentioning her heart of gold? (gahk... cliche... so so sorry). She genuinely cares for each and every person, and she shows it. If you want to know love, listen to her talk about one of her kids; if you want to know about friendship, listen to a story about one of her friends. If you want a story that'll brighten your day, just ask her (it will be well told, and mostly acted, and certain to warm your heart)...
Fin
explaination, me and a friend agreed that tonights post would be dedicated soley to the other person (so i can't tell you about my crazy day... hint hint read my post on wednesday march 30th 2005)
So here goes nothing...
My first concious memory of Alyson was well after the beginning of the year and well into the practices of suessical. I was approached by a (for lack of a better word) chipper person, and witha smile on her face she proclaimed that I must (not 'can you' but 'you must') write "hi from Alyson" on Scott's door... She appeared to know my name (I mean, how many Neals are there?) so I was obliged to pretend that I knew her, and knew everythig about her, lest I be the insensitive person whom forgets their friends over the summer... Cuz in all honesty, it's not like it has never happened before...
Well... Needless to say, I think my ploy worked, and after a week or so of someone having to remind me what her name was (thanks scott) me and Alyson started off on what is now a beautiful (if not sleep filled) friendship.
Over the last year, we've shared a lot. Laughs, games, fun, perhaps some hugs that were umm... A little too personal (happy birthday BTW)...
I've learned a lot from Alyson. She is the shining example of seeing the best. She handles situations that would stress me with the greatest of ease. She sees perfection in the flaws and rejoices where others would rather hide away.
And beyong all else, she is the pinnacle of the unwaivering faith. Don't get me wrong, she has her off days just like everyone else, but she NEVER ceases to praise God for everything, something I have always respected (and admired).
She's knowlegeable and determined, and thats how I know she's going to succeed no matter where her life takes her.
And could we talk about alyson without mentioning her heart of gold? (gahk... cliche... so so sorry). She genuinely cares for each and every person, and she shows it. If you want to know love, listen to her talk about one of her kids; if you want to know about friendship, listen to a story about one of her friends. If you want a story that'll brighten your day, just ask her (it will be well told, and mostly acted, and certain to warm your heart)...
Fin
Monday, April 03, 2006
Daylight Savings
As I sit here downloading the newest version of my favourite videogame, I take note that it is 4 in the morning...
yes people... 4 in the morning..
I despise daylight savings... well.. I hate the spring forward part of it...
If only there was a way to speed up all the clocks in the world, so that every month we had a fall back...
Oh dear, I'd be in heaven..
Alas, no... i am left here trying to convince my body that the new time is the correct time... And in doing so, creating more stress on my already pissy body... which in turn, is going to keep me up even longer...
At least I can be productive...
i can...
umm..
yeah..
never mind...
no productivity here...
Yes...
So no progress was made of choir tour this weekend..
Thankfully most everything was already planned (woot) but I didnt hear back from the company in williams lake... which is dissappointing... as I need to discuss things before I present them to the choir...
And although I expect the discussions to go well.. it would be nice to be able to haev them about a topic... rather than me just sitting there going...
"so... umm... yeah..."
And as much as I LOVE looking like an idiot, a semblence of productivity would be nice to show off...
Speaking of which... I think I might need to go to the dollar store in order to plan prizes for the choir awards (since I can't forsee stumbling upon a everything is a dollar mart in Peace river...)
alas...
I suppose I should try to force myself to sleep...
=/
gnight...
yes people... 4 in the morning..
I despise daylight savings... well.. I hate the spring forward part of it...
If only there was a way to speed up all the clocks in the world, so that every month we had a fall back...
Oh dear, I'd be in heaven..
Alas, no... i am left here trying to convince my body that the new time is the correct time... And in doing so, creating more stress on my already pissy body... which in turn, is going to keep me up even longer...
At least I can be productive...
i can...
umm..
yeah..
never mind...
no productivity here...
Yes...
So no progress was made of choir tour this weekend..
Thankfully most everything was already planned (woot) but I didnt hear back from the company in williams lake... which is dissappointing... as I need to discuss things before I present them to the choir...
And although I expect the discussions to go well.. it would be nice to be able to haev them about a topic... rather than me just sitting there going...
"so... umm... yeah..."
And as much as I LOVE looking like an idiot, a semblence of productivity would be nice to show off...
Speaking of which... I think I might need to go to the dollar store in order to plan prizes for the choir awards (since I can't forsee stumbling upon a everything is a dollar mart in Peace river...)
alas...
I suppose I should try to force myself to sleep...
=/
gnight...
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Choir Tour
I'm pretty sure I'm a bad person...
The evidence keeps piling on...
But I suppose that's all I have to say about that...
Went out for dinner with a friend from back. That was fun... Too bad I was so sleepy...
Oh, and I have been encouraged to persue a particularly fun Choir Tour activity... I'm really excited (and hopefully everything turns out and the price is right... we'll see)
I'm actually kind of excited that choir tour is almost completely finalised... We're leaving early some days to do the planned activities (yay), and the activities planned are gonna be so much fun!
Yes...
One thing I'm not looking forward to is choir awards... eww choir awards...
For those who don't know anything about choir, each year on choir we give out awards to each of the choir members... They go from the most coveted (BFP, and Choir Hottie) to the less desirable (Narcalepsy, BFP, I Look Like Muffin)...
(clarification, BFP is "Big Fat Pig" and goes to the choir garbarator... sometimes its highly desireable... sometimes it's unflattering)
Now, for those of you in choir, but have never thought about it before, choir awards is DISGUSTING hard...
We try to give out applicable awards to everyone... But sometimes people go to great lengths not to stand out in anything...
And really... as unflattering as I see it to get the "I'm an introvert that hasn't done anything over the last 8 days that sticks out in neal's mind" award... I think it would be even more unflattering to be number 3 of 7 to recieve that award...
alas... I will, of course, ask the choir for suggestions... And for the most part the choir is productive and helpful... But on occasion you people who don't play nice... and no matter how much I might agree... or how many people may suggest it... I am NOT going to be giving away the "Choir Cunt" award... or the "Biggest Bitch"... or "Sloppy Snatch"... Or whatever nasty aliteration people can come up with to describe the people in choir they don't like...
So yes... thats my rant of the night...
The evidence keeps piling on...
But I suppose that's all I have to say about that...
Went out for dinner with a friend from back. That was fun... Too bad I was so sleepy...
Oh, and I have been encouraged to persue a particularly fun Choir Tour activity... I'm really excited (and hopefully everything turns out and the price is right... we'll see)
I'm actually kind of excited that choir tour is almost completely finalised... We're leaving early some days to do the planned activities (yay), and the activities planned are gonna be so much fun!
Yes...
One thing I'm not looking forward to is choir awards... eww choir awards...
For those who don't know anything about choir, each year on choir we give out awards to each of the choir members... They go from the most coveted (BFP, and Choir Hottie) to the less desirable (Narcalepsy, BFP, I Look Like Muffin)...
(clarification, BFP is "Big Fat Pig" and goes to the choir garbarator... sometimes its highly desireable... sometimes it's unflattering)
Now, for those of you in choir, but have never thought about it before, choir awards is DISGUSTING hard...
We try to give out applicable awards to everyone... But sometimes people go to great lengths not to stand out in anything...
And really... as unflattering as I see it to get the "I'm an introvert that hasn't done anything over the last 8 days that sticks out in neal's mind" award... I think it would be even more unflattering to be number 3 of 7 to recieve that award...
alas... I will, of course, ask the choir for suggestions... And for the most part the choir is productive and helpful... But on occasion you people who don't play nice... and no matter how much I might agree... or how many people may suggest it... I am NOT going to be giving away the "Choir Cunt" award... or the "Biggest Bitch"... or "Sloppy Snatch"... Or whatever nasty aliteration people can come up with to describe the people in choir they don't like...
So yes... thats my rant of the night...
Thursday, March 30, 2006
Maybe I Am A Whore
Some people will do anything for money... We tend to call those people whores... right?
Cuz when you think about it, a person who is willing to give up sex in exchange for pieces of paper and metal that (only by shared acceptance) represent some sort of abstract value...
Without diving too deeply into the history of currency, I'd like to give you just a general understanding...
Back in the day, if you wanted some cloth, you gave a person who had cloth some milk, and they shared you their cloth.
If you wanted some cloth, but the cloth guy didnt want milk (perhaps he already had a cow) but he wanted some beads, and the bead guy wanted some milk... so you got some beads from the bead guy (by giving him milk) and then took the beads to the cloth guy...
But say the bead guy had 6 cows (and as such, offering him milk is an insult) so you would need to find someone who has papyrus and wanted milk... and so on and so forth...
Enentually it got to the point where people would use intermediaries...
"I O U six shiney black beads" rather than actually having to always carry six black beads around... And then, eventually, people becan to accept a more common exchange rate... Everyone knew that six black beads gets you a full glass of milk... So if you have something worth twelve black beads, you know you can get enough milk for you and your spouse for dinner...
blah blah blah... we have money... Which, when you think of it is almost completely valueless EXCEPT everyone accepts common barters for the value of this worthless piece of paper...
I know that roughly 150 abstractly dictated values of canadian earth monies can be exchanged for bottle of pop...
Now we get to the fun part...
Is Neal a whore (shut up Shannon... Jenn... Sharon... Justin... Morgan... Everyone else... jeez... who asked you)
Well... I do stupid things... Not for money, but for an equally abstract system of valuation... Cool points...
What are cool points? they're points you accumulate by completing tasks (based on the complexity of the task, or the 'pain or grossout' factor)
As I've learned over the years... Licking the sweaty armpit of a guy = 142 cool points...
Peeing in a particularly akward public place 11 cool points...
and... now to add last nights aquisition... squirting a lemon in your eye (whilst mostly sober)
Cuz when you think about it, a person who is willing to give up sex in exchange for pieces of paper and metal that (only by shared acceptance) represent some sort of abstract value...
Without diving too deeply into the history of currency, I'd like to give you just a general understanding...
Back in the day, if you wanted some cloth, you gave a person who had cloth some milk, and they shared you their cloth.
If you wanted some cloth, but the cloth guy didnt want milk (perhaps he already had a cow) but he wanted some beads, and the bead guy wanted some milk... so you got some beads from the bead guy (by giving him milk) and then took the beads to the cloth guy...
But say the bead guy had 6 cows (and as such, offering him milk is an insult) so you would need to find someone who has papyrus and wanted milk... and so on and so forth...
Enentually it got to the point where people would use intermediaries...
"I O U six shiney black beads" rather than actually having to always carry six black beads around... And then, eventually, people becan to accept a more common exchange rate... Everyone knew that six black beads gets you a full glass of milk... So if you have something worth twelve black beads, you know you can get enough milk for you and your spouse for dinner...
blah blah blah... we have money... Which, when you think of it is almost completely valueless EXCEPT everyone accepts common barters for the value of this worthless piece of paper...
I know that roughly 150 abstractly dictated values of canadian earth monies can be exchanged for bottle of pop...
Now we get to the fun part...
Is Neal a whore (shut up Shannon... Jenn... Sharon... Justin... Morgan... Everyone else... jeez... who asked you)
Well... I do stupid things... Not for money, but for an equally abstract system of valuation... Cool points...
What are cool points? they're points you accumulate by completing tasks (based on the complexity of the task, or the 'pain or grossout' factor)
As I've learned over the years... Licking the sweaty armpit of a guy = 142 cool points...
Peeing in a particularly akward public place 11 cool points...
and... now to add last nights aquisition... squirting a lemon in your eye (whilst mostly sober)
500! Cool points!
Woot!
Monday, March 27, 2006
Board Games
I think I finally found it...
I am at a happy state of board games... I have enough of a social life to keep me busy so i don't notice that I haven;t been playing as many board games as I used to... And then I have people asking ME if I want to play board games...
yes, thats right... people want to play board games more than me!!!
And to top it all off, people haven't been afraid to try new games (as much as I <3 ticket to ride, there are other games... and these people accept that)
So far, I've broken out my more 'intense' games... Games that have more than three pages of instructions (not including diagrams)... Games that take more than an hour to play... games where completing actions, like establishing a grid of electricity across germany, take almost as long as they would in real life...
And people are reading the instruction books under their own influence... and understanding what it says -- rather than sitting back and waiting for me to summerize the rules... only to blame me for not explaining things clearly when they get trounced =)
I had someone tell me that I taught them the wrong rules of a board game today...
Now I'm sure you're all thinking "OMG! SOMEONE TOLD NEAL HE'S WRONG!"
and believe me, I was as surprised as you are...
and so after I smacked her about a llittle bit, I shed a tear of pride... not only did she understand the rules, but she actually understood them well enough to determine that I was, in fact, very very wrong!
yay
(not that it needs to be explained, but I wasn't really wrong, I was using an accepted variation, and since no one really reads the rules, and since it made the game play more difficult and competetive (and thus more enjoyable for myself), and since it my game, I implemented it without informing them it wasa vairation)...
So yes...
that is my life of board games...
And just incase youre thinking "I play board games with neal" or "I've played a lot of board games with neal in the past" I have news for you...
Not one of you has ever played every single one of my board games...
This I can assure you...
As there are (right now) about 5 games that I haven't played yet =D
Who wants to learn the rules and explain them to me ;)
I am at a happy state of board games... I have enough of a social life to keep me busy so i don't notice that I haven;t been playing as many board games as I used to... And then I have people asking ME if I want to play board games...
yes, thats right... people want to play board games more than me!!!
And to top it all off, people haven't been afraid to try new games (as much as I <3 ticket to ride, there are other games... and these people accept that)
So far, I've broken out my more 'intense' games... Games that have more than three pages of instructions (not including diagrams)... Games that take more than an hour to play... games where completing actions, like establishing a grid of electricity across germany, take almost as long as they would in real life...
And people are reading the instruction books under their own influence... and understanding what it says -- rather than sitting back and waiting for me to summerize the rules... only to blame me for not explaining things clearly when they get trounced =)
I had someone tell me that I taught them the wrong rules of a board game today...
Now I'm sure you're all thinking "OMG! SOMEONE TOLD NEAL HE'S WRONG!"
and believe me, I was as surprised as you are...
and so after I smacked her about a llittle bit, I shed a tear of pride... not only did she understand the rules, but she actually understood them well enough to determine that I was, in fact, very very wrong!
yay
(not that it needs to be explained, but I wasn't really wrong, I was using an accepted variation, and since no one really reads the rules, and since it made the game play more difficult and competetive (and thus more enjoyable for myself), and since it my game, I implemented it without informing them it wasa vairation)...
So yes...
that is my life of board games...
And just incase youre thinking "I play board games with neal" or "I've played a lot of board games with neal in the past" I have news for you...
Not one of you has ever played every single one of my board games...
This I can assure you...
As there are (right now) about 5 games that I haven't played yet =D
Who wants to learn the rules and explain them to me ;)
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Pandora
I may have plugged it before, but I really can't get over how amazing this site is...
PANDORA
As an example... I entered in a band which I have just recently noticed that i enjoy (Panic! at the disco)...
As per usual, the first song is by the artist I chose... and the next few songs, it attempts to isolate my musical tastes... So for three songs I make sure to tell the program what i think of the songs... If I like it or not...
So the program tries to figure out what aspects the songs that i like have that the songs that i don't like didnt have...
This never takes very long (maybe I'm predictable)... But tonight it was particularly accurate...
After the initila widling period, the artists provided were:
-the arctic monkeys
-fallout boy
-the killers
-gorillaz
-bedoin soundclash
-franz ferdinand
-postal service
(with no crap in between)
But not only was it able to pic out the artists I would like (all being cd's I own) the program managed to go for the songs from each cd which i like... and with the exception of franz ferdinand (I prefer 'dark of the matinee' over 'you're the reason I'm leaving') it managed to pick out the 'favourite' by each artists...
If you havent had a chance to fiddle around with pandora yet, you really should...
It's really great for finding new and obscure bands... I mean, if it can pick out the popular bands for me with such accuracy, it should be able to produce a few unknowns that I have never been exposed..
PANDORA
As an example... I entered in a band which I have just recently noticed that i enjoy (Panic! at the disco)...
As per usual, the first song is by the artist I chose... and the next few songs, it attempts to isolate my musical tastes... So for three songs I make sure to tell the program what i think of the songs... If I like it or not...
So the program tries to figure out what aspects the songs that i like have that the songs that i don't like didnt have...
This never takes very long (maybe I'm predictable)... But tonight it was particularly accurate...
After the initila widling period, the artists provided were:
-the arctic monkeys
-fallout boy
-the killers
-gorillaz
-bedoin soundclash
-franz ferdinand
-postal service
(with no crap in between)
But not only was it able to pic out the artists I would like (all being cd's I own) the program managed to go for the songs from each cd which i like... and with the exception of franz ferdinand (I prefer 'dark of the matinee' over 'you're the reason I'm leaving') it managed to pick out the 'favourite' by each artists...
If you havent had a chance to fiddle around with pandora yet, you really should...
It's really great for finding new and obscure bands... I mean, if it can pick out the popular bands for me with such accuracy, it should be able to produce a few unknowns that I have never been exposed..
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Mindless Entertainment at its Best! 123/190
Cuz I have nothing better to do:
There are 190 movies on this list. Put your score in header:
(X) Rocky Horror Picture Show
(x) Grease
(x) Pirates of the Caribbean
(X) Boondock Saints
(x) The Mexican
(x) Fight Club
(X) Starsky and Hutch
(X) Neverending Story
( ) Blazing Saddles
(X) Airplane
Total: 9
(x) The Princess Bride
(x) Young Frankenstien
( ) Anchor Man: The Legend of Ron Burgandy
(X) Napoleon Dynamite
(X) Labyrinth
(X) Saw
(x) Saw II
(X) White Noise
( )White Oleander
( )Anger Management
( )50 First Dates
(x) Jason X
Total: 8
(x) Scream
(x) Scream 2
(x) Scream 3
(X) Scary Movie
(X) Scary Movie 2
(X) Scary Movie 3
(x) American Pie
(X) American Pie 2
(X) American Wedding
Total: 9
(x) Harry Potter
( ) Harry Potter 2
( ) Harry Potter 3
( ) Harry Potter 4
(x) Resident Evil I
(x) Resident Evil 2
(x) The Wedding Singer
( ) Little Black Book
(x) The Village
(x) Donnie Darko
( ) Lilo & Stitch.
( )Lilo & Stitch 2: Stitch has a Glitch
Total: 6
(x) Finding Nemo
( ) Finding Neverland
(x) Signs
(x) The Grinch (jim carrey)
(x) Texas Chainsaw Massacre
(x) White Chicks
(x) Butterfly Effect
(x) Thirteen Going on 30
( ) I, Robot
Total: 7
( ) Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story
( ) Universal Soldier
(x) A Series Of Unfortunate Events
( ) Along Came Polly
(x) Deep Impact
( ) KingPin
(x) Never Been Kissed
(x) Meet The Parents
(x) Meet the Fockers
( ) Eight Crazy Nights
( ) Joe Dirt
Total: 5
(x) A Cinderella Story
(x) The Terminal
( ) The Lizzie McGuire Movie
( ) Passport to Paris
(x) Dumb & Dumber
( ) Dumb & Dumberer
(x) Final Destination
(x) Final Destination 2
(x) Halloween
(x) The Ring
(x) The Ring 2
Total: 8
(X) Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle
(x) Practical Magic
( ) Chicago
(x) Ghost Ship
(X) From Hell
(x) Hellboy
(x) Secret Window
( ) I Am Sam
(X) The Whole Nine Yards
Total: 7
(x) The Day After Tomorrow
(x) Child's Play
(x) Bride of Chucky
(x) Ten Things I Hate About You
( ) Just Married
( ) Gothika
(x) Nightmare on Elm Street
( ) Sixteen Candles
(x) Remember the Titans
( ) Coach Carter
( ) Bad Boys
Total: 6
( ) Bad Boys 2
( ) Joy Ride
(x) Se7en
(x) Ocean's Eleven
(x) Ocean's Twelve
( ) Identity
( ) Lone Star
(X) Bedazzled
(x) Predator I
(x) Predator II
TOTAL: 6
(x) Independence Day
(x) Cujo
( ) A Bronx Tale
( ) Darkness Falls
(x) Christine
(x) ET
( ) Children of the Corn
( ) My Boss' daughter
(x) Maid in Manhattan
( ) Frailty
Total: 5
( ) Best Bet
( ) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
(x) She's All That
( ) Calendar Girls
( ) Sideways
(x) Mars Attacks
(x) Event Horizon
(x) Ever After
(x) Forrest Gump
( ) Big Trouble in Little China
Total: 5
(x) X-Men
(x) X2
(x) Spider-Man
(x) Spider-Man 2
( ) Sky High
(x) Jeepers Creepers
(x) Jeepers Creepers 2
(x) Catch Me If You Can
(x) The Others
( ) Freaky Friday
( ) Reign of Fire
(x) Cruel Intentions
(x) Cruel Intentions 2
(x) The Hot Chick
Total: 11
( ) Swimfan
( ) Miracle
(x) Old School
( ) The Notebook
( ) K-Pax
(x) Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
(x) Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
(x) Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
( ) A Walk to Remember
(x)Boogeyman
Total: 5
( ) Hitch
(x) The Fifth Element
( ) Star Wars Episode I The Phantom Menace
( ) Star Wars Episode II Attack of The Clones
( ) Star Wars Episode III Revenge of The Sith
(x) Star Wars Episode IV A New Hope
(x) Star Wars Episode V The Empire Strikes Back
(x) Star Wars Episode VI Return of The Jedi
( ) Troop Beverly Hills
( ) Swimmig with Sharks
Total: 4
(x) Air Force One
(x) For Richer or Poorer
(x) Trainspotting
( ) People Under the Stairs......
( ) Blue Velvet
(x) Sound of Music
(x) Parent Trap
(x) Parent Trap Re-make
(x) The Birds
(x) The Terminator
(x) Terminator-2
(x) T-3
Total: 10
(x) Empire Records
( ) SLC Punk
(x) Meet Joe Black
(x) Nightmare Before Christmas
(x) The Silence of the Lambs
(x) Sleepy Hollow
(x) I Heart Huckabees
( ) 24 Hour Party People
( ) Blood In Blood Out
( ) Nowhere
Total: 6
(x) Thirteen
(x) Manic
(x) American History
(x) Deep Blue Sea
(x) George of the Jungle
(x) Canadian Bacon
( ) Big Black Titties
( ) How High
( ) The Jacket
( ) My Little Ponys Grand Adventure 2
Total: 6
65% is a C!!!
There are 190 movies on this list. Put your score in header:
(X) Rocky Horror Picture Show
(x) Grease
(x) Pirates of the Caribbean
(X) Boondock Saints
(x) The Mexican
(x) Fight Club
(X) Starsky and Hutch
(X) Neverending Story
( ) Blazing Saddles
(X) Airplane
Total: 9
(x) The Princess Bride
(x) Young Frankenstien
( ) Anchor Man: The Legend of Ron Burgandy
(X) Napoleon Dynamite
(X) Labyrinth
(X) Saw
(x) Saw II
(X) White Noise
( )White Oleander
( )Anger Management
( )50 First Dates
(x) Jason X
Total: 8
(x) Scream
(x) Scream 2
(x) Scream 3
(X) Scary Movie
(X) Scary Movie 2
(X) Scary Movie 3
(x) American Pie
(X) American Pie 2
(X) American Wedding
Total: 9
(x) Harry Potter
( ) Harry Potter 2
( ) Harry Potter 3
( ) Harry Potter 4
(x) Resident Evil I
(x) Resident Evil 2
(x) The Wedding Singer
( ) Little Black Book
(x) The Village
(x) Donnie Darko
( ) Lilo & Stitch.
( )Lilo & Stitch 2: Stitch has a Glitch
Total: 6
(x) Finding Nemo
( ) Finding Neverland
(x) Signs
(x) The Grinch (jim carrey)
(x) Texas Chainsaw Massacre
(x) White Chicks
(x) Butterfly Effect
(x) Thirteen Going on 30
( ) I, Robot
Total: 7
( ) Dodgeball: A True Underdog Story
( ) Universal Soldier
(x) A Series Of Unfortunate Events
( ) Along Came Polly
(x) Deep Impact
( ) KingPin
(x) Never Been Kissed
(x) Meet The Parents
(x) Meet the Fockers
( ) Eight Crazy Nights
( ) Joe Dirt
Total: 5
(x) A Cinderella Story
(x) The Terminal
( ) The Lizzie McGuire Movie
( ) Passport to Paris
(x) Dumb & Dumber
( ) Dumb & Dumberer
(x) Final Destination
(x) Final Destination 2
(x) Halloween
(x) The Ring
(x) The Ring 2
Total: 8
(X) Harold & Kumar Go To White Castle
(x) Practical Magic
( ) Chicago
(x) Ghost Ship
(X) From Hell
(x) Hellboy
(x) Secret Window
( ) I Am Sam
(X) The Whole Nine Yards
Total: 7
(x) The Day After Tomorrow
(x) Child's Play
(x) Bride of Chucky
(x) Ten Things I Hate About You
( ) Just Married
( ) Gothika
(x) Nightmare on Elm Street
( ) Sixteen Candles
(x) Remember the Titans
( ) Coach Carter
( ) Bad Boys
Total: 6
( ) Bad Boys 2
( ) Joy Ride
(x) Se7en
(x) Ocean's Eleven
(x) Ocean's Twelve
( ) Identity
( ) Lone Star
(X) Bedazzled
(x) Predator I
(x) Predator II
TOTAL: 6
(x) Independence Day
(x) Cujo
( ) A Bronx Tale
( ) Darkness Falls
(x) Christine
(x) ET
( ) Children of the Corn
( ) My Boss' daughter
(x) Maid in Manhattan
( ) Frailty
Total: 5
( ) Best Bet
( ) How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days
(x) She's All That
( ) Calendar Girls
( ) Sideways
(x) Mars Attacks
(x) Event Horizon
(x) Ever After
(x) Forrest Gump
( ) Big Trouble in Little China
Total: 5
(x) X-Men
(x) X2
(x) Spider-Man
(x) Spider-Man 2
( ) Sky High
(x) Jeepers Creepers
(x) Jeepers Creepers 2
(x) Catch Me If You Can
(x) The Others
( ) Freaky Friday
( ) Reign of Fire
(x) Cruel Intentions
(x) Cruel Intentions 2
(x) The Hot Chick
Total: 11
( ) Swimfan
( ) Miracle
(x) Old School
( ) The Notebook
( ) K-Pax
(x) Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring
(x) Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers
(x) Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King
( ) A Walk to Remember
(x)Boogeyman
Total: 5
( ) Hitch
(x) The Fifth Element
( ) Star Wars Episode I The Phantom Menace
( ) Star Wars Episode II Attack of The Clones
( ) Star Wars Episode III Revenge of The Sith
(x) Star Wars Episode IV A New Hope
(x) Star Wars Episode V The Empire Strikes Back
(x) Star Wars Episode VI Return of The Jedi
( ) Troop Beverly Hills
( ) Swimmig with Sharks
Total: 4
(x) Air Force One
(x) For Richer or Poorer
(x) Trainspotting
( ) People Under the Stairs......
( ) Blue Velvet
(x) Sound of Music
(x) Parent Trap
(x) Parent Trap Re-make
(x) The Birds
(x) The Terminator
(x) Terminator-2
(x) T-3
Total: 10
(x) Empire Records
( ) SLC Punk
(x) Meet Joe Black
(x) Nightmare Before Christmas
(x) The Silence of the Lambs
(x) Sleepy Hollow
(x) I Heart Huckabees
( ) 24 Hour Party People
( ) Blood In Blood Out
( ) Nowhere
Total: 6
(x) Thirteen
(x) Manic
(x) American History
(x) Deep Blue Sea
(x) George of the Jungle
(x) Canadian Bacon
( ) Big Black Titties
( ) How High
( ) The Jacket
( ) My Little Ponys Grand Adventure 2
Total: 6
65% is a C!!!
Friday, March 24, 2006
JKNFlblna
So much going on right now... I should be a lot busier than I am... really I should, and I can aknowledge that...
I should teach classes on how to procrastinate... I could write a masters thesis on being lazy...
Apathy? I have enough to share... I could offer you a glimpse of my apathy and you wouldnt care about a thing for a month**
**disclaimer** not medically proven, please don't sue..
So yes...
I wish I had funny stories to share... But pretty much all I would talk about is how glad I am going to be to not live in dorm anymore
I want to eat real food
I want friends to stay over past 11
I want to drink wine while I watch TV
I want the feeling of living in a fishbowl to dissappear
I want to completely avoid assholes that I can't stand but I am paid to be nice to
I want my sleeping hours to be dictated by my own responsabilities, and not by the last person to watch TV at night and the first person to watch TV in the morning
I want to be able to hang art on the wall... and by art, I mean stuff that I would not be able to hang with sticky tac
I want a bathroom that doesnt have piss on the seats, shavings in the sink, and puke on the floor
And most of all, I want a place to call my own... Not the RA's room, not the first bedroom on the left, not the room with all the computer gadgets... Neal's place...
yes... so that's it...
I should teach classes on how to procrastinate... I could write a masters thesis on being lazy...
Apathy? I have enough to share... I could offer you a glimpse of my apathy and you wouldnt care about a thing for a month**
**disclaimer** not medically proven, please don't sue..
So yes...
I wish I had funny stories to share... But pretty much all I would talk about is how glad I am going to be to not live in dorm anymore
I want to eat real food
I want friends to stay over past 11
I want to drink wine while I watch TV
I want the feeling of living in a fishbowl to dissappear
I want to completely avoid assholes that I can't stand but I am paid to be nice to
I want my sleeping hours to be dictated by my own responsabilities, and not by the last person to watch TV at night and the first person to watch TV in the morning
I want to be able to hang art on the wall... and by art, I mean stuff that I would not be able to hang with sticky tac
I want a bathroom that doesnt have piss on the seats, shavings in the sink, and puke on the floor
And most of all, I want a place to call my own... Not the RA's room, not the first bedroom on the left, not the room with all the computer gadgets... Neal's place...
yes... so that's it...
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Friday, March 17, 2006
What Makes Me a Christian
There is one thing I believe wholeheartedly that I believe makes me a Christian.
Jesus Christ died as a sacrifice to forgive me of all my sins. All of them.
And when I go up for communion, I ask God to forgive me for all of my sins, all of them... not just the ones for which I'm conscious...
But lets face it, I live in a fallen world, in a fallen body, and as much joy as it would bring God for me to live a completely sinless life, it's only happened once since creation...
Now that's not to say this is justification for my sins (there are chapters in the bible dedicated to the topic, and why it's wrong), but an aknowledgement that I am a sinner.
I will swear, I will sleep through the occasional service, I will cheat at the occasional board games (otherwise I might lose), I will drink too much, I will fantasize, I will lie... The list can go on and on. These are things I need God's help with because, for me, they're hard...
But one thing I will not accept is an ANNONOMOUS PERSON LEAVING REMARKS IN PEOPLES BLOGS TELLING THEM THAT THEY ARE HYPOCITES!
If you want to help a person, confront them in person. If you don't feel comfortable approaching them that's probably for one of a feew reasons
1) You don't know the person well enough and you realize that whatever you say has no bearing whatsoever [and I hope that makes you feel like a bigger person]
2) You realize that you're stupid as fuck but still want to pass judgement on others as they try to sort their lives out (as a sad and desperate attempt to feel better about yourself) [and I really do hope that makes you feel like a bigger person]
3) You don't like the person whos page you are commenting on and are hiding behind the fact that you can post annonomously so that you can hurt them [are you a bigger person yet]
And please, mr or mrs annonomous, remember this:
Romans 14: 1-13
1Accept him whose faith is weak, without passing judgment on disputable matters. 2One man's faith allows him to eat everything, but another man, whose faith is weak, eats only vegetables. 3The man who eats everything must not look down on him who does not, and the man who does not eat everything must not condemn the man who does, for God has accepted him. 4Who are you to judge someone else's servant? To his own master he stands or falls. And he will stand, for the Lord is able to make him stand.
5One man considers one day more sacred than another; another man considers every day alike. Each one should be fully convinced in his own mind. 6He who regards one day as special, does so to the Lord. He who eats meat, eats to the Lord, for he gives thanks to God; and he who abstains, does so to the Lord and gives thanks to God. 7For none of us lives to himself alone and none of us dies to himself alone. 8If we live, we live to the Lord; and if we die, we die to the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord.
9For this very reason, Christ died and returned to life so that he might be the Lord of both the dead and the living. 10You, then, why do you judge your brother? Or why do you look down on your brother? For we will all stand before God's judgment seat. 11It is written: " 'As surely as I live,' says the Lord, 'every knee will bow before me; every tongue will confess to God.' "[a] 12So then, each of us will give an account of himself to God.
13Therefore let us stop passing judgment on one another. Instead, make up your mind not to put any stumbling block or obstacle in your brother's way.
Matthew 7:1-5
1"Do not judge, or you too will be judged. 2For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.
3"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? 4How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? 5You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye.
(wow... it's like Jesus himself is telling you to stfu)
I will follow Jesus example... please, mr or ms annonomous, stfu!
Jesus Christ died as a sacrifice to forgive me of all my sins. All of them.
And when I go up for communion, I ask God to forgive me for all of my sins, all of them... not just the ones for which I'm conscious...
But lets face it, I live in a fallen world, in a fallen body, and as much joy as it would bring God for me to live a completely sinless life, it's only happened once since creation...
Now that's not to say this is justification for my sins (there are chapters in the bible dedicated to the topic, and why it's wrong), but an aknowledgement that I am a sinner.
I will swear, I will sleep through the occasional service, I will cheat at the occasional board games (otherwise I might lose), I will drink too much, I will fantasize, I will lie... The list can go on and on. These are things I need God's help with because, for me, they're hard...
But one thing I will not accept is an ANNONOMOUS PERSON LEAVING REMARKS IN PEOPLES BLOGS TELLING THEM THAT THEY ARE HYPOCITES!
If you want to help a person, confront them in person. If you don't feel comfortable approaching them that's probably for one of a feew reasons
1) You don't know the person well enough and you realize that whatever you say has no bearing whatsoever [and I hope that makes you feel like a bigger person]
2) You realize that you're stupid as fuck but still want to pass judgement on others as they try to sort their lives out (as a sad and desperate attempt to feel better about yourself) [and I really do hope that makes you feel like a bigger person]
3) You don't like the person whos page you are commenting on and are hiding behind the fact that you can post annonomously so that you can hurt them [are you a bigger person yet]
And please, mr or mrs annonomous, remember this:
Romans 14: 1-13
1Accept him whose faith is weak, without passing judgment on disputable matters. 2One man's faith allows him to eat everything, but another man, whose faith is weak, eats only vegetables. 3The man who eats everything must not look down on him who does not, and the man who does not eat everything must not condemn the man who does, for God has accepted him. 4Who are you to judge someone else's servant? To his own master he stands or falls. And he will stand, for the Lord is able to make him stand.
5One man considers one day more sacred than another; another man considers every day alike. Each one should be fully convinced in his own mind. 6He who regards one day as special, does so to the Lord. He who eats meat, eats to the Lord, for he gives thanks to God; and he who abstains, does so to the Lord and gives thanks to God. 7For none of us lives to himself alone and none of us dies to himself alone. 8If we live, we live to the Lord; and if we die, we die to the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord.
9For this very reason, Christ died and returned to life so that he might be the Lord of both the dead and the living. 10You, then, why do you judge your brother? Or why do you look down on your brother? For we will all stand before God's judgment seat. 11It is written: " 'As surely as I live,' says the Lord, 'every knee will bow before me; every tongue will confess to God.' "[a] 12So then, each of us will give an account of himself to God.
13Therefore let us stop passing judgment on one another. Instead, make up your mind not to put any stumbling block or obstacle in your brother's way.
Matthew 7:1-5
1"Do not judge, or you too will be judged. 2For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.
3"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? 4How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? 5You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother's eye.
(wow... it's like Jesus himself is telling you to stfu)
I will follow Jesus example... please, mr or ms annonomous, stfu!
Thursday, March 16, 2006
GAH!!!
You asked for my advice... No problem; I gave it to the best of my ability...
You asked for it again... I repeated the advice I had given you earlier, most likely indicating I knew what I was talking about and that my advice wasn't going to change. So either accept it or ask someone else.
You asked a third time, I quickly paraphrased my advice and proceeded to ignore you for anything else you were saying.
You asked a fourth time. I flat ou ignored you (and secretly wished you to have an allergic reaction palladium)
Why? Why can't you go one day without being annoying?
You asked for it again... I repeated the advice I had given you earlier, most likely indicating I knew what I was talking about and that my advice wasn't going to change. So either accept it or ask someone else.
You asked a third time, I quickly paraphrased my advice and proceeded to ignore you for anything else you were saying.
You asked a fourth time. I flat ou ignored you (and secretly wished you to have an allergic reaction palladium)
Why? Why can't you go one day without being annoying?
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Ha-ha! Grapes are fun!
SO today was an uneventful day... Well.. for me at least...
If I were to say nothing, I would be only slightly lying... I entertained friends by providing them with a game for them to stare at while I played it...
Oh... and I was supposed to kick someone out of dorm today (that didnt go so well)... Thx Darren... She's really scary...
and I showered... showering is fun...
I attempted to find activities to do on choir tour... It might be going well... I can never really tell... but there is a stretch prince george -> dawson creek -> wembley -> peace river... if you will kindly look those places up on a map...
I have friends who live in and around those areas... But... when I ask them for suggestions on things to do... they laugh at me... Apparently, drinking IS the only thing to do in a small northern BC town...
but yes... thats my stress of the weekend...
If I were to say nothing, I would be only slightly lying... I entertained friends by providing them with a game for them to stare at while I played it...
Oh... and I was supposed to kick someone out of dorm today (that didnt go so well)... Thx Darren... She's really scary...
and I showered... showering is fun...
I attempted to find activities to do on choir tour... It might be going well... I can never really tell... but there is a stretch prince george -> dawson creek -> wembley -> peace river... if you will kindly look those places up on a map...
I have friends who live in and around those areas... But... when I ask them for suggestions on things to do... they laugh at me... Apparently, drinking IS the only thing to do in a small northern BC town...
but yes... thats my stress of the weekend...
Sunday, March 05, 2006
Bell Choir Tour
Yes, thats right... It's time for friendly recap time with Neal of my friendly expedition to eastern alberta...
The tour itself wasn;t too bad... The places we went were well within the acceptable travel time (anymore than about three hours and I start getting stir crazy... but then again, so does everyone else)...
Our first stop was provost, and a visit with the kiddies at the local schools (we had a mix of the public and catholic students in our performance) which was somewhat good (although it could have been better). Afterwards the bells had a workshop with some of the kids... THis would have been nice if I had gotten one of the good children... but I never do. My child was the spawn of satan...
"whats this?" "please don't touch that, our conductor is explaining something"
"what does this do?" [clank] "put that down and listen please"
"I wanna play the mallets" "don't play anything right now, my conductor is trying to tell you something
"I wanna ring two bells at once" *grab* [clank] "those aren't mean't to be hit together"
"this glove is too big" *grab* "don;t play with the bells without your gloves on"
"why" "cuz it ruins the bells"
"how" "if you were listening, you would have heard my teacher explain why"
"i'm listening now" "the oils in your hands can..."
"what does this do" "put your gloves on please"
"why" "cuz you're going to wreck the bells"
"no I won;t" [clank] "here, play with the chimes"
It went on and on like this for the entirity of the workshop...
THen we paid a visit to the fudge lady... Oh god... Why god why does fudge have to come in so many amazing flavours? On the plus side, it's diabetic fudge, so I should be safe... sort of...
OUr concert that night was... well... special...
The gymnasium was a... less than thrilling... accoustic to perform in...
I tried my best, but when you can bearely hear yourself, let alone other people in bells or choir, there is only so much you can do...
Our billet that night was the fudge lady assistant... Needless to say there was fudge to be had by all... So much fudge.
I got to sleep on a hide-a-bed... which is always an experience... Every cross bar and every spring managed to dig itself into my back and side whilst I was trying to sleep... But I got the bed to myself, so it could have been worse...
We had another visit with the fudge lady in the morning for those who didnt get a chance to go the night before... And more fudge was stockpiled... And then we were off to lloydminster...
Lloyd started out for me dropping off the choir so they could work with the high school... I went with the bells to do a workshop with the bell choir from the united church... It was boring as snot (and I mean really boring)... I was so desperate for entertainment... but none was to be had...
Afterwards we went to pick the choir back up and we eaded out for some free time at a local pool hall (a last minute suggestion from the youthish person from the church we were performing at that night)...
It was good times... ALthough I think I actually preferred eating my deep fried goodies over playing pool, but noone else had to know that... well... except all the people that I've already told how much I hate pool... which is pretty much everyone...
Our concert that night went very well (if I do say so myself). I managed to do some things musically that I havent really had a chance to do (getting all the right notes in a particular song for example)... Bah... good times good times...
There was a lot of silence after our final song... SO it either means they were confused or in awe... I would like to think it had more to do with awe... but I have been wrong before...
Our billets that night were amazing... The force fed us nachos and beer and provided a most wonderous bed... It was a spectacular bed... I don;t think I could sing its praises enough... I really do love that bed...
We ended up watching reality bites on the way back to edmonton... A good movie, i think... But I don;t think i like Janine Garofalo...
meh...
so thats my weekend...
The tour itself wasn;t too bad... The places we went were well within the acceptable travel time (anymore than about three hours and I start getting stir crazy... but then again, so does everyone else)...
Our first stop was provost, and a visit with the kiddies at the local schools (we had a mix of the public and catholic students in our performance) which was somewhat good (although it could have been better). Afterwards the bells had a workshop with some of the kids... THis would have been nice if I had gotten one of the good children... but I never do. My child was the spawn of satan...
"whats this?" "please don't touch that, our conductor is explaining something"
"what does this do?" [clank] "put that down and listen please"
"I wanna play the mallets" "don't play anything right now, my conductor is trying to tell you something
"I wanna ring two bells at once" *grab* [clank] "those aren't mean't to be hit together"
"this glove is too big" *grab* "don;t play with the bells without your gloves on"
"why" "cuz it ruins the bells"
"how" "if you were listening, you would have heard my teacher explain why"
"i'm listening now" "the oils in your hands can..."
"what does this do" "put your gloves on please"
"why" "cuz you're going to wreck the bells"
"no I won;t" [clank] "here, play with the chimes"
It went on and on like this for the entirity of the workshop...
THen we paid a visit to the fudge lady... Oh god... Why god why does fudge have to come in so many amazing flavours? On the plus side, it's diabetic fudge, so I should be safe... sort of...
OUr concert that night was... well... special...
The gymnasium was a... less than thrilling... accoustic to perform in...
I tried my best, but when you can bearely hear yourself, let alone other people in bells or choir, there is only so much you can do...
Our billet that night was the fudge lady assistant... Needless to say there was fudge to be had by all... So much fudge.
I got to sleep on a hide-a-bed... which is always an experience... Every cross bar and every spring managed to dig itself into my back and side whilst I was trying to sleep... But I got the bed to myself, so it could have been worse...
We had another visit with the fudge lady in the morning for those who didnt get a chance to go the night before... And more fudge was stockpiled... And then we were off to lloydminster...
Lloyd started out for me dropping off the choir so they could work with the high school... I went with the bells to do a workshop with the bell choir from the united church... It was boring as snot (and I mean really boring)... I was so desperate for entertainment... but none was to be had...
Afterwards we went to pick the choir back up and we eaded out for some free time at a local pool hall (a last minute suggestion from the youthish person from the church we were performing at that night)...
It was good times... ALthough I think I actually preferred eating my deep fried goodies over playing pool, but noone else had to know that... well... except all the people that I've already told how much I hate pool... which is pretty much everyone...
Our concert that night went very well (if I do say so myself). I managed to do some things musically that I havent really had a chance to do (getting all the right notes in a particular song for example)... Bah... good times good times...
There was a lot of silence after our final song... SO it either means they were confused or in awe... I would like to think it had more to do with awe... but I have been wrong before...
Our billets that night were amazing... The force fed us nachos and beer and provided a most wonderous bed... It was a spectacular bed... I don;t think I could sing its praises enough... I really do love that bed...
We ended up watching reality bites on the way back to edmonton... A good movie, i think... But I don;t think i like Janine Garofalo...
meh...
so thats my weekend...
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