tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35062682011-04-21T15:30:10.582-07:00Eenie, Meenie, Minie, MofoThere's a creepy guy standing right behind you.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comBlogger841100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1094402292591788572004-09-05T09:31:00.000-07:002004-09-05T09:38:12.590-07:00Hello, everybody.
I haven't posted in a while.
Since my last post, I've:
been to New York City, check this link
been mugged at "gun" point (it was probably a water pistol and he didn't get much money, but still, I was pretty stupid to get in that position)
started a random conversation with a girl on the NYC subway....WITHOUT scaring the crap out of her. Too bad I was just on my way out Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1086138087793496162004-06-01T17:49:00.000-07:002004-06-01T18:01:27.793-07:00Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you possibly the greatest website known to mankind:
Classic 80's arcade games!
That's right, mofo's.
Last sunday, I ran 10K...I was pooped, but I had fun! I have some pictures, but they are not yet developed, because the roll isn't finished. When they are developed, I will either post them (if I figure out how) or simply be able to e-mail them to Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1085259611031388952004-05-22T13:56:00.000-07:002004-05-22T14:00:11.030-07:00I feel and kinda bummed out. I didn't drink all that much last night, either, so that's not an excuse!
Rats, rats, rats.
On the brighter side, I got to talk with an old friend (okay, okay, not THAT old...some folks are sensitive about the steadily advancing tide of change) from uni on the phone today! He's writing a grad. school aptitude test soon, best of luck and all that!
Hmmmm...simply Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1084327625275154532004-05-11T18:59:00.000-07:002004-05-11T19:07:05.276-07:00Wow, lots of stuff going on...and I haven't posted for a while.
Firstly, I now have wireless internet working at my house. I can now be a nerd again! It's a miracle.
Second... this is wierd.
Third, I think I'm gonna go climbing soon!!! Maybe this friday!
Finally: my wireless thingie gives me problems posting comments to other people's blogs, so that's why there has been a noticeable Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1083281277162468972004-04-29T16:27:00.000-07:002004-04-29T16:31:03.466-07:00Just visited Quizilla .
I was looking to see if there are any wack quizzes to post on this site.
Not really. But there's lots of wierd stuff, like "what kind of vampire are you" or "what is your dramatic death".
Some people's kids, I guess....Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1083257654620360332004-04-29T09:54:00.000-07:002004-04-29T09:57:20.280-07:00Some music stuff: I recently saw the cover art for Sarah McLachlan's "Fumbling Towards Ecstasy".
If I were a Freudian psychologist, I'd have something to say....
Gotta go...time to pick up the rental car and drop off boxes.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1083257561593918752004-04-29T09:52:00.000-07:002004-04-29T09:55:47.280-07:00Yet another sports post (you'd think I was talented, the amount of time I spend talking about sports):
Rugby practice last night...I'm really, really, really sore. Went to the bar to say some goodbyes (I'm returning home to Ontario tomorrow night). That was the first time I've ever drank water in a bar without being forced to...
Water is the stuff of life...beer's maybe a close second or Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1082512864620909202004-04-20T19:01:00.000-07:002004-04-20T19:04:02.373-07:00The Leafs Win!!!
Bring on the Flyers!
Could this be The Year? If so....is there any way, even remotely possible, that a downtown Toronto riot can be avoided?
I didn't think so, either.
I hope the Leafs win it all, but I REALLY hate riots. Best way to celebrate: go out, get drunk and buy rounds for friends (including the people in the bar you're watching the game at, who have just become Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1082260509695110822004-04-17T20:55:00.000-07:002004-04-17T20:58:03.763-07:00I am attempting to keep up with the Joneses in the obscure internet links department:
Rock, Paper, Scissors . Good ol' Rock...nothin' beats that.
An old, old, old game
This registers off the charts on the Unintentional Comedy Scale.
Just plain wierd Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1082229570341565802004-04-17T12:19:00.000-07:002004-04-17T12:22:24.543-07:00On the recommendation of J , I saw 21 grams recently.
On the recommendation of pop culture in general, I watched Kill Bill, Vol. 1.
Kill Bill was amazing! Lucy Liu and assorted others stole the show as "O-ren Ishii and the Crazy 88" (Japanese Mafia...has to be seen to be believed). I really wish they'd left the movie together as 1 three hour film, rather than cutting it up. Oh, well.
Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1082077342692748272004-04-15T18:02:00.000-07:002004-04-15T18:05:15.340-07:00MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM....Massage.
They were offered as a stress-fighting measure in the foyer of the main library on campus.
Stress remains...but shoulder tightness gone.
Stress will be gone tomorrow at around noon. I have about a week and a half off from exams (my last one is on the 28th).
Then it's home for the summer!
Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1081480667162918472004-04-08T20:17:00.000-07:002004-04-08T20:20:35.216-07:00I had to make mention of this.
Apparently, there will be a celebration of Canadian-Egyptian relations this summer. The crown jewel of these festivities will be a concert at the Giza Pyramids featuring, among several international musical stars, Canadian "rapper" Snow.
SNOW??????? We're going to celebrate 50 years of peace with a country from one of the most notoriously violent parts of the Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1081292909315372862004-04-06T16:08:00.000-07:002004-04-06T16:11:12.810-07:00On the last day of classes, my true love gave to me:
1) News of Bob Dylan's shilling for Victoria's Secret (what a hypocrite...but on the bright side, I get to say "I told you so" to everyone who thought he wasn't just another self-styled pompous ass). I'm not saying his music is without merit, mind you...
2) A morning of ball hockey (I even played net...with woefully minimal padding and Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1081224492585029312004-04-05T21:08:00.000-07:002004-04-05T21:10:55.263-07:00The Moustache Chronicles:
Sounds cool, don't it?
Really, I'm placing too much emphasis on this upper-lip hair thing. But it's really cool, and it's something, well, different. NOBODY these days wears a moustache.
It still hasn't fully grown in, but it's improved past the "bad teenage", "flav'r sav'r" and "French Impressionist"stage. It has officially become a "hillbilly police officer" Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1080613206417855482004-03-29T18:20:00.000-08:002004-03-29T18:22:41.793-08:00Crap...I should also mention that I somewhat successfully made my own chicken soup from....well, scratch.
I didn't mean that to be a pun or joke....
Curses...between cooking and mustaches, I'm coming way too close to domestication.
The bugger about trying to have a mustache is the more regular facial shaving required.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1080612951365554632004-03-29T18:15:00.000-08:002004-03-29T18:18:27.200-08:00So I'm growing a mustache.
Pretty cool, eh? I will attempt to post some photos or something once it develops, but right now its pretty wispy and picky and stuff.
Until such time, feast your eyes on http://www.mustachesummer.com , a website devoted to a bunch of people who truly respect this lost bastion of masculinity.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1079471313573628122004-03-16T13:08:00.000-08:002004-03-16T13:10:55.966-08:00Worst joke ever:
What is the new flavour of coffee offered by Starbucks to physiotherapists, sports physicians, occupational therapists and orthopedic surgeons, but only those who specialize in lower body injuries?
The Tensor fascia latte.
Have a good day.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1079315110446654282004-03-14T17:45:00.000-08:002004-03-14T17:47:30.686-08:00I am very sleepy....lots of dancing, etc. 'Bout 5 hrs.
Pooped. Some people will be dancing at 8pm...I should go, but I would really like to have a life...or at least get some studying done. They might require my services to return an amplifier. Nuts to me, because the damn thing is cumbersome.
I'm gonna leave now...this post took me a half-hour to write.
I hope any readers derive as much Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1079210311217847052004-03-13T12:38:00.000-08:002004-03-13T12:40:50.170-08:00Scenes from a bar (in Saskatoon):
Booming from the DJ booth at the end of the night: "Remember: The Pat is also a hotel!" (or something to that effect)Hmmmmmm....Note to self: do NOT stay at that hotel. Could give a whole new meaning to the phrase "bedbugs".
Observation: why in heavens name did we leave Winston's (a half-decent pub-type place) for The Pat (a pretty standard university Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1079106743440320512004-03-12T07:52:00.000-08:002004-03-12T07:54:41.000-08:00 Here is the link that might actually work for the funny shite described in the last post.
It's basically a matchmaking test, to see what your relationship personality or something like that is.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1078891595333506702004-03-09T20:06:00.000-08:002004-03-09T20:08:51.030-08:00 This is funny shite.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1078890431010674712004-03-09T19:47:00.000-08:002004-03-09T19:49:41.826-08:00Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you how I spent my afternoon:
The VO2(max) test
The one I did was modified from the one on that website. The grade of the treadmill increased by 1 degree every two minutes. I think.
Either way...there are several criteria for the test subject to have actually reached their maximium oxygen consumption (VO2(max)). I reached roughly 2 of them within 7 Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1078710873027222462004-03-07T17:54:00.000-08:002004-03-07T17:56:45.983-08:00 Here is possibly the first link to my friend's great new website.
Check it out, new and improved!Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1078337582990529792004-03-03T10:13:00.000-08:002004-03-03T10:15:12.186-08:00ARRRRGHH.
When will the venomous rants end? Now, actually, thanks for asking.
My blog is beginning to read like an opinion piece in the Globe and Mail...okay, okay, there have been some right-wing leanings...maybe the Toronto Sun?
Yech. I have to wash my hands when I blog!
The real fun part is that nobody reads this looking for my philosophy or personal opinions, and that's really not why Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1077819156442268572004-02-26T10:12:00.000-08:002004-02-26T10:14:39.686-08:00Well, well, what have we here?
Perhaps another rant?
Don't mind if I do!
this story suggests that a type of lung cancer may be curable in the forseeable future.
Hmmm. So now, there are signs that one of the primary evils of smoking may be beaten. This is accompanied by a slight raising of my cockles. As medicine advances, we may just cure most of the major disease (perhaps we may even beBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1074746972788785752004-01-21T20:49:00.000-08:002004-01-21T20:50:59.856-08:00A blogging we will go.
Has anybody else noticed that everyone and his brother has blogs now? Some of them are kinda official-lookin.
By the way, sports injury news of the day: If you want to tape an ankle eversion injury, you'd be doing well to omit the figure 8 and just go with stirrups and heel-locks. Figure 8's are only useful for the prevention of plantarflexion and dorsiflexion, for oneBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1071362588571909212003-12-13T16:43:00.000-08:002003-12-13T16:43:57.153-08:00What's up? I feel guilty about those Rasheed Wallace posts...not that I feel guilty about speaking my mind, but I do worry that people will read lots of nasty racist overtones that were not intended. Rats.
So there was once this German Protestant who developed a strong affinity for top-notch home stereo equipment. Unfortunately, once he scrounged up enough funds to purchase the system of his Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1071348964540769212003-12-13T12:56:00.000-08:002003-12-13T12:56:52.590-08:00 Here is the article I was ranting about.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1071347872858016152003-12-13T12:37:00.000-08:002003-12-13T12:38:41.326-08:00Fuck...allow me to clarify:
I am not a racist. I do not hate blacks or anyone else. I do not even hate Rasheed Wallace (shit, I don't know the guy).
Not that anyone will ever believe me when I say that.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1071346742200715932003-12-13T12:19:00.000-08:002003-12-13T12:19:50.840-08:00This rant is about a basketball player (senor Rasheed Wallace) who recently (in the Oregonian) accused the NBA of being manipulative racists, exploiting young black men.
I'm tempted to e-mail this to rasheedwallace.com, just to see what the reaction would be.
So.....Rasheed Wallace "ain't no dumb-ass nigger" Sorry for the dropping the n-bomb, but I feel that the appearance of censorship is Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1068689877287470422003-11-12T18:17:00.000-08:002003-11-12T18:17:54.600-08:00I feel like making jokes.....
Loblaws is more subtle at puns then I am....their generic form of Turtles are called "pecan chews".......I wonder how you decide which one to eat? Maybe you pick and choose?????? I gather that "carefully select each tasty chocolate treat" was perhaps too ponderous to fit on the box.
I hate my acupuncturist...he's such a prick.
The reason I hate skinheads is thatBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1065733104673158212003-10-09T13:58:00.000-07:002003-10-09T13:58:24.836-07:00How's this for an innaresting week?
First: The cops showed up at my place....seems the guy who lives above me didn't get in touch with his doctor. Riddle me this: what kind of doctor calls the cops when they haven't heard from a patient?
Even worse: what kind of patient necessitates a call to the cops?????
And I thought my place's only problem was the smell....
Next up: Both the Boston Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1065478915000135912003-10-06T15:21:00.000-07:002003-10-06T15:21:54.930-07:00A wee poem (found on a bathroom stall in the Health Sciences building, University of Saskatchewan):
(okay, okay, so I wrote it...pox on me)
I was here
to take a shit.
Upon this throne,
I think and sit.
My colon empty,
I pooped no more
I left the smell
of CH4Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1064345154693952652003-09-23T12:25:00.000-07:002003-09-23T12:25:54.456-07:00I fully apologize for the political rant...I was a bit annoyed.
In fact, don't read the posting below...it's really not like me. Honestly, I'm apathetic to the max!
On the nerdy, more innaresting side, my quadriceps are 56% fast twitch muscle fiber!!!! I discovered this in a university lab...I had to do 50 maximum voluntary contractions in a row. As a result, I will likely walk like a bird Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1064087191058172782003-09-20T12:46:00.000-07:002003-09-20T12:46:30.543-07:00By the way, if you're from Ontario...don't vote PC...
ERNIE EVES IS A BUFFOON...
He's turning his campaign into a rediculous two-trick pony, slamming Dalton McGuinty and promising (nasty little word, that) tax cuts, without mentioning what will replace/account for the tax cut revenue.
Bang up job so far, boys...what with the power outage and the bizarre attempt to privatize electricity (Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1064086155742506302003-09-20T12:29:00.000-07:002003-09-20T12:29:15.463-07:00Rah rah rah, I'm in Saskatoon.
Must type quickly, the battery in my laptop is likely running down. Nope, still going strong.
Damn, now I have no excuse. Yes, I do! I need lunch!
Innaresting things have happened lately, but I feel so scrambled in the head that I can't quite commit them to the written word.
Rats.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1062191723570197282003-08-29T14:15:00.000-07:002003-08-29T14:15:25.150-07:00What a week!
My chemistry lab intern/summer job is done! I handed in my report, shredded a bunch of stuff, put several things back, and am now preparing to depart (tomorrow at 8:30 am) for Saskatoon, Saskatchewan! I'm going to university there, to study Kinesiology.
Gah????
I'll be working towards an M.Sc...It'll be fun, honest!
Kinda nerve-wracking, though. To-date, I'm searching for:
1)Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-1060225006270344122003-08-06T19:56:00.000-07:002003-08-06T19:56:46.130-07:00I have not blogged for a while. I figure I should.
My shoulder is healed (except that it feels like things have been shifted around in there). My ankle is now screwed for a couple weeks. I rolled it at a rugby tournament (not actually during a game....nope, I was horsing around).
I recently attended two interesting events:
1) The Rolling Stones concert in Toronto (aka: SARSstock). Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-949698842003-05-27T19:56:00.000-07:002003-05-27T19:56:42.570-07:00I just remembered...I recently heard a story about a group of North American entertainment writers ganging up on that famous French film festival.
It turned into a big game of kick the Cannes.
What do you call an adolescent who brings water to celebrities at that film event?
A Cannes teen.
Must leave now. I Cannes not dish out any more punishment. I'd make puns about the water in France, Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-949691072003-05-27T19:37:00.000-07:002003-05-27T19:37:58.843-07:00Time to bite the bullet...I have not posted in many a week....and Things are afoot.
Audioinput: 4 Non Blondes "What's Up"
Visualstimulation: Stanley Cup Playoffs. New Jersey is up 2-0. Maybe Mickey Mouse won't be hoisting the Cup this year! If that happens, I'm owed a beer and a pitcher of beer. Mmmm. Nothing tastes better than free beer.
Random Crap: My shoulder is hurtin'. I played Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-945132192003-05-17T15:18:00.000-07:002003-05-17T15:18:30.703-07:00Wow...a friendly chart to my personality....woop woop!
Disorder Rating
Paranoid: Low
Schizoid: Low
Schizotypal: Moderate
Antisocial: Low
Borderline: Low
Histrionic: Moderate
Narcissistic: Moderate
Avoidant:Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-920106492003-04-04T15:17:00.000-08:002003-04-04T15:17:39.013-08:00How do you make a decimal point?
Ask it for directions.....Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-919541702003-04-03T18:44:00.000-08:002003-04-03T18:44:19.140-08:00Shit, one more addition:
Tupac Shakur - I Ain't Mad At Cha (positive message from TUPAC??????)Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-919503022003-04-03T17:30:00.000-08:002003-04-03T17:30:27.826-08:00I just lost a post full of puns on the word sentance. Stuff like "bad writers should be sentanced for their sentences....there was admission to see Ted Kennedy perform a tango, but nobody wanted to see that Sen. dance. My oddball humour was certainly in ascendance, like a Zen trance. Or the construction foreman who sent ants to dig small holes in a sandbox, while his family got sun tans in St.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-913482882003-03-25T07:07:00.000-08:002003-03-25T07:07:17.623-08:00Wierd...I just dreamed up with a perfect restaraunt for blues musicians and fans: "Motown Fish and Chips". Their slogan could be "We've Got Sole".Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-903772582003-03-08T16:53:00.000-08:002003-03-08T16:53:09.373-08:00I am sitting here, listening to Sigur Ros, chilling out after a long day of skiing. See, this is sleeeeeeeeeeppppyyy music.
(and now you're thinking: How can such a pig-type with a weak sense of humour listen to anything other than Metallica?????? Wierd, eh?)
Okay, so I got paid to ski patrol (which involved jumping off manmade ridges, etc. in a terrain park). I'm gonna guess I averaged Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-900609182003-03-03T10:12:00.000-08:002003-03-03T10:12:19.716-08:00Quick question: Where did the Dairy Queen send her kids (the Dairy Prince and Dairy Princess) to get a proper education?
Sundae school.
Have you ever asked where the Dairy King is? Is he some type of deadbeat dad or something? I guess the Dairy Queen may not exactly need the support payments...but he's just never around!!! (hysterical sobbing by a stressed out Dairy Queen) Maybe he's out Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-893469422003-02-18T19:04:00.000-08:002003-02-18T19:04:45.420-08:00Bad puns:
Did you hear about the partially tone-deaf fish? It couldn't tuna piano, but it sure knew it's scales.
And then there was the gullible tree...what a sap.
Or the genetic engineer/botanist/oncologist/German-Grandmother-Aficionado, who developed the Melon-Oma.
Awful yo' momma jokes:
"Yo' momma's so dirty, she has sex for bus change and walks home"
"Yo' momma's so fat she got Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-893463702003-02-18T18:54:00.000-08:002003-02-18T18:54:33.203-08:00I just got back from Whistler, BC, a ski trip!!!!!!!!
Damn, it, like all ski trips, certainly had its ups and downs!
Pun intended. There were no emotional-type downs to be had! Arrgh, but I was SO looking forward to that.....naaaaaaaaaaaah!
I skied a lot, my friends were all incredible skiers, I could barely keep up with them...soooooo tiiiiireed.
Damn. Where to begin?
Wednesday: Land inBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-884223692003-02-02T06:49:00.000-08:002003-02-02T06:49:15.890-08:00In case you can't tell, I'm being sarcastic....Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-884223392003-02-02T06:47:00.000-08:002003-02-02T06:47:58.700-08:00An odd observation:
I was recently driving by a local ski store. In their window, they advertised a pair of skis with the slogan "ski like you've never skiied before". I read this and thought to myself: Why would I want to pay over 700 dollars to ski like I've never skiied before? Wouldn't the average consumer be more willing to shell out the dough to ski like they've been on the World Cup Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-879271212003-01-23T16:29:00.000-08:002003-01-23T16:29:31.250-08:00I haven't posted in a long, long time. Sucks, don't it?
Anyways, a brief update: the sky is blue, donuts are plentiful, beer remains tasty and I'm going to Whistler!!!
Freaky, huh. How's that for a segue (seg-way)? Now is a segue anything like a subway? Or Bi-way? Is it some sort of geographical location (i.e. I was going to go to my friend's house by usual route, but changed my mind and Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-871243162003-01-08T11:03:00.000-08:002003-01-08T11:03:42.363-08:00A pox on GCDS, HPLC and any and all other acronyms.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-868817092003-01-03T08:53:00.000-08:002003-01-03T08:53:13.653-08:00I just realized that "sending in the Clones" might not be the best line to have on this blog.
Officially: I'm not affiliated with Clonaid or the Raelians, so if anybody's coming to my dumb blog wearing their floppy clone shoes, I'm going to have to disappoint you.
Also: I don't hate cloning. I do disagree with how they've done it. They haven't gone through any proper channels (FDA, European Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-864677522002-12-23T21:53:00.000-08:002002-12-23T21:53:20.976-08:00Must publish more jokes.
In case ya don't know: Crustaceans often recieve more rapid promotions than intelligent, well educated sealife. It's yet another example of how people choose prawn over brains.
I went to sell some jumbo shrimp I caught the other day. I took the whole catch to the local prawn shop. The proprietor was somewhat crabby, so I left him alone. He was quite the shellfish Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-864672232002-12-23T21:37:00.000-08:002002-12-23T21:37:42.710-08:00Shit shit shit.
I had a long post written up, and then I slipped and hit "back"...naturally, this screwed me over royally.
Anyways, it's been a long time, so here's a debriefing. (that is NOT a bad pun concerning briefs, so folks, keep yo pants ON. Thank you for your decency.)
I've been doing a fair bit of skiing. I'm loving it. I seem to have caught the ski-bug again. I like skiing like Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-857299662002-12-09T07:30:00.000-08:002002-12-09T07:30:45.430-08:00Okay, I just fell out of the "duuh" tree and hit every branch.
THIS is Joanne's weird, ne'er-do-well website, totally unrelated to her normal slice-of-life programming.
I deserve many a letterbomb.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-857298202002-12-09T07:27:00.000-08:002002-12-09T07:27:24.863-08:00 This is the REAL other blog of Joanne. Apparently, blogger decided to get stupider by the second.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-857297012002-12-09T07:24:00.000-08:002002-12-09T07:26:30.000-08:00 Joanne's disturbing alter-blog I really should have asked permission before posting this link...
Don't worry, there, Jo...I'm still wierder than you (but you seem to be catching up)!
I'm going to work on some more permanent links...I hate having to re-link to other pages every so often. Damn those archives.
Back to work!Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-856809732002-12-08T07:40:00.000-08:002002-12-08T07:40:20.540-08:00Long time no update...
I had a company Christmas party last night, I was under orders to behave myself, and I did...somewhat...I was only a little drunk! It was an overall good experience (marred only by a brief flash of some folks having rotten manners), I came to the realization that I can probably drink all of my co-workers under the table (why, exactly, am I PROUD of this?). I also Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-849021452002-11-21T18:46:00.000-08:002002-11-21T18:46:45.486-08:00You're going to hate me...Jo, tell others to read this so that they can letterbomb me.
I was working in my new-ish lab job. My latest drudgery assignment is to double check some lab books that have been converted to microfiche, making sure there are no errors. However, I'm very ineficheient, being new to my job. It is very difficult for outsiders to grasp the scale of these fiche. But once IBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-846737582002-11-17T13:35:00.000-08:002002-11-17T13:35:01.156-08:00This week's sign of the Apocalypse...
I actually bought an excessively nice, comfortable pair of dress shoes. First the cubicle, now this! Damn.
On the lighter side, it's snowing like orca in my hometown! Could the ski season be far behind?
Finally...I think I seriously pissed of a young lady I met through ski patrol. We were supposed to be on a competition team, but our third member had Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-839604262002-11-03T08:16:00.000-08:002002-11-03T08:16:44.616-08:00Hello, hello.
I'm watching a rugby game on tv...I'm also very hung over, since my rugby team just had our last game of the season yesterday. We made it to the finals and were beaten with sticks. Ouch. I wasn't put into the game, it kinda sucked. At halftime, the other team had a sort of 'mini-rugby' (kids under 8) exhibition. It looked like they were having fun...but that's what kids do, I Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-834402132002-10-23T20:10:00.000-07:002002-10-23T20:10:46.336-07:00Hello, I recently got a buzzcut...used the #3 clippers, so I'm pretty shorn of scalp. My mother's female co-workers claim I look "buff"...no females near my own age have commented...I find this disturbing.
Many of my friends have been pointing out (with some glee) various spots on my cranium that are becoming follicularly challenged. So I've decided to speed up the process, for now at least.
Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-832787172002-10-20T20:26:00.000-07:002002-10-20T20:26:42.736-07:00Damn...worst joke ever...
Recently, a scientific study was posted regarding the literary preferences of certain berries. It was discovered that, when they peruse their morning paper, they most enjoy the "currant events" section.
Hmmmmm.
Somebody's just not funny.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-830022102002-10-14T23:01:00.000-07:002002-10-14T23:01:35.033-07:00A brief update...what a day.
I visited an old friend and his fiancee in Toronto just a couple hours ago. Shit...it was a good time, lots of laughs. Unfortunately, they both smoke. I now smell like a Philip Morris factory. Woo haaaa, see, in Waterloo, this wouldn't be the case, as there's no indoor smoking in bars.
Just submitted my application to medical school in Ontario. Time creeps everBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-826684212002-10-07T19:36:00.000-07:002002-10-07T19:36:39.463-07:00Note: This is why I don't mind blogs...I can post odd shit. Catharsis is a biatch.
Letting Go
When the night mares ride up
I will lasso them down.
If shadows are skulking,
The will be run to ground.
Now I am not a knight,
Or a soldier, but I
Feel just strong enough to protect you tonight.
The wind has been blowing
For ages it seems
And branches are waving
All snatching at me.
Now I am not aBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-826679902002-10-07T19:27:00.000-07:002002-10-07T19:27:27.516-07:00Before we go any further....
Yo momma's so ugly that...damn, wait a minute, yo momma's so ugly that she ain't yo momma at all! You gots no momma! You gots two daddies and a chemistry set!
Yo' momma's so ugly, when she was born the doctor slapped HER momma with a big bag full of WHAT THE FUCK!
Yo' momma has so little class, she things "debonair" is something that a guy gets when he sees a Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-821574552002-09-26T12:07:00.000-07:002002-09-26T12:07:30.700-07:00Just a quick plug for a great, overlooked Canadian band.....The Watchmen!
I just got their (relatively) new album, Slo-motion. It's a double CD, with CD 1 being new material and CD 2 being sort of a "greatest hits" package.
I think I'm going to wear out both discs by X-mas.....................................ouch.
Here's a link to their website . I hope you consider giving them a listen. Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-820624652002-09-24T14:38:00.000-07:002002-09-24T14:38:50.126-07:00This is a quick post to see if the comments are working.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-819538522002-09-22T09:47:00.000-07:002002-09-22T09:47:24.483-07:00This was too cool, and I had to post it:
Never forget that only dead fish swim with the stream.
- Malcolm Muggeridge
From this page .Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-819535222002-09-22T09:36:00.000-07:002002-09-22T09:36:25.626-07:00Further adventures...and too many ellipses.
I was at a local club last night with some friendly neighbourhood rugby players (don't all the good stories start that way?). I was trying fairly hard to pick up girls (I was on somewhat of a mission). There's this perfect pick up line I learned a couple weeks ago. It involves random conversation about polar bears, leading into a comment on how goodBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-819525782002-09-22T09:05:00.000-07:002002-09-22T09:05:35.513-07:00Yo...haven't posted for a while, been one cwazy weekend...
Friday was a play pool...until 2 am...with some buddies from high school. I actually beat a friend who's much better than I for a beer. But, as usual, I got into a testosterone-induced pissing contest, and played him a second time: If I won, four beers for me. If he won, the debt from the first game was cancelled and I owed HIM a Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-800977352002-08-11T06:16:00.000-07:002002-08-11T06:16:04.303-07:00Here is a list of things I wanted to do yesterday:
1) Study for my upcoming MCAT test.
2) Play rugby.
3) Help my team win the rugby game.
4) Study for my MCAT test.
Here's what I ended up doing:
1) Study for my upcoming MCAT test
2) Play rugby
3) Play like arse, partly responsible for my team's losing
4) Scramble about trying to find hamburgers and beer for the post-game beer-up at the Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-793267812002-07-23T18:56:00.000-07:002002-07-23T18:56:10.270-07:00Since I haven't posted for a while, and my last post was depressing, I figure I should put funny things
here, at least for a while.
Nothing special's really happening lately. I just came off a weekend at a friend's cottage. Beers were drank,
fun was had by all. Wow, I'm feeling verbose today. Word to that.
The MCAT studying I'm trying to do is really eating up a huge chunk of my valuable Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-787589512002-07-09T20:09:00.000-07:002002-07-09T20:09:20.456-07:00I just lost my job. I think I left it in my other pants, and then put them in the wash.
Now why in tarnation would I do something like that?
Obviously, this recent catastrophe has caused some serious thinkin' to happen, but why waste space spouting off about not having a job...its not like I'm the only one out 'dere. Besides, as the authour Spider Robinson wisely pointed out (here comes a Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-764616132002-05-12T09:05:00.000-07:002002-05-12T09:05:44.550-07:00Sorry if this blog is ass...its a first attempt. Also, I'm currently going through convocation weekend.
Damn. That noise you hear is probably me taking leave of my senses.
Seems I tried to design a hovercraft while slightly inebriated.
Oh joy oh bliss.
Hopefully this blog eventually becomes better than completely useless. We'll see!Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-764615492002-05-12T09:03:00.000-07:002002-05-12T09:03:26.423-07:00 Rugbyheaven
A rugby website, with lots of information, including how badly the Waratahs
were slaughtered by the Crusaders. 96-19. Wow.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-764608102002-05-12T08:32:00.001-07:002002-05-12T08:32:50.793-07:00The Lancet Medical JournalBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-764608082002-05-12T08:32:00.000-07:002002-05-12T08:32:50.636-07:00The Lancet Medical JournalBrianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-764396032002-05-11T14:51:00.000-07:002002-05-11T14:51:23.076-07:00Joanne
You can also find her by doing a google search on islamic pubic hair fetish.
Leo
Leonardo Marco Zambito. I assume he'd show up on some most wanted list in Sicily.
Chris
I don't really know this guy...he paid me to put his name on my blog.
Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-764394322002-05-11T14:43:00.000-07:002002-05-11T14:43:03.070-07:00Oops, shit, her name's Joanne...duh, I've been exceeding the daily recommended intake of crack.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-764394152002-05-11T14:42:00.000-07:002002-05-11T14:42:19.680-07:00My friend Jonanne just realized that the Internet be messy.
Apparently, some social reject searched for "islamic pubic hair fetish".....and naturally were linked directly to her web site. What's the problem here? She asked. My conclusion: Someone on this ball of mud was dropped hard enough as a baby that they developed an islamic pubic hair fetish.
I'm not gonna speculate about where this Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3506268.post-764392062002-05-11T14:33:00.000-07:002002-05-11T14:33:53.080-07:00Hello, welcome all to the adventures of a recent university grad.
Ouch. Some of these posts might not make sense...forgive me, nothing makes sense when one is sober.Brianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13039534884188707276noreply@blogger.com