tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39533722011-04-21T13:47:56.339-07:00Prosecuting BigamyThe life and times of the laughing wild.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comBlogger621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1088616785572161952004-06-30T10:32:00.000-07:002004-06-30T10:33:05.573-07:00They say it’s bad form to laugh at funerals. People cry at weddings, so why can’t I laugh at funerals? I don’t need anyone to dictate my emotions. I don’t need permission to laugh. Maybe I laugh when I’m distraught. Maybe I let out peals of laughter the way other people let out tears.
I tried to laugh at your funeral. I tried to laugh and I only choked. I choked and couldn’t laugh and AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1088080614012317752004-06-24T05:36:00.000-07:002004-06-24T05:36:54.013-07:00I can slip
stitched to the song, to the time
to the quick snap
black flag waving
high class engraving
on the doors and the floors and the faces downstairs
I’m sleeping in the window
I’m writing on the wall
but by tomorrow you will never know that I was here at all
my car can run on whiskey
and the promise of a kiss
but I hear whispers of prohibition
and my lips are dry
the tank’s on empty
dead atAJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1086540785510333662004-06-06T09:49:00.000-07:002004-06-06T09:53:05.510-07:00slip through, streamlined
farther from the dirt road
farther from the dead pines
twisted around her soft heart
racked across the factory floor
silver shine of spit and grime
when the crows fall
and the air mixes with slices of yesterday
and the smell of tomorrow sends dogs into the sea
the clouds form a dark ring
apples crack on tree AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1079458435656614582004-03-16T09:33:00.000-08:002004-03-16T09:37:07.716-08:00I'm still going to be posting here occasionally, but for anyone out there who's interested (if you don't know already), the bulk of my ramblings will now be on my live journal. I'll link to it in my links section as well as here.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1078534842764754702004-03-05T17:00:00.000-08:002004-03-05T17:03:41.186-08:00I got a massage last night and was so happy today that I occasionally went into the bathroom to dance and sing "Shake Ya Ass". It's a good day.
Currently (still) reading: Pattern Recognition - William Gibson
Currently listening to: Lovage: Music to Make Love to Your Old Lady ByAJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1078000309294434522004-02-28T12:31:00.000-08:002004-02-28T12:34:39.093-08:00An assortment of links for your viewing pleasure:
This guy makes art out of gum. Seriously.
Lots of pretty and strange pictures.
A fantastic media development company.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1077728677746971662004-02-25T09:04:00.000-08:002004-02-25T09:07:24.890-08:00Man, I’m trying to write my application essay for school, and I suuuuuuuck. It’s been ages since I had to write anything with a purpose in mind.
I need a break.
If you need a break from work and reality, head on down.
AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1077669520678283952004-02-24T16:38:00.000-08:002004-02-24T16:49:17.436-08:00Not even twelve hours after signing up, I already have a little issue with Zip. They skipped right by my first three listed movies (even though they say they're available) and shipped me out three other disks (I originally wrote "dicks" and wouldn't that be a whole other kind of website...). Normally it wouldn't be a problem; I do want to see everything on my list, but what they sent me was theAJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1077656177965026512004-02-24T12:56:00.000-08:002004-02-24T13:01:55.356-08:00Finally. FINALLY Canada has its own version of Netflix. Ladies and Gentlemen, grab your credit cards and head on over.
I've been patiently waiting for a system like this here in Canada, mostly because while Moncton may have an unending assortment of call centre jobs, we have the most pitiful selection of movies you can imagine. I think convenience stores in Minto have a better selection than AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1077050249780390152004-02-17T12:37:00.000-08:002004-02-17T12:40:05.123-08:00Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Tax Season!
Well, I guess it’s not really tax season, it’s pre-tax season, but I always like getting it out of the way early in the year; I get my money quicker that way.
So last night I hunkered down with a donair pizza, some Miles Davis, a pack of cigarettes and a plan -- a plan to kick out some bad-ass taxes.
And well…that was it really. I have no crazy AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1077042701765679502004-02-17T10:31:00.000-08:002004-02-17T10:34:16.920-08:00AJ: So, I’ll give you a call on Tuesday to make sure we’re still on for Wednesday.
Jen: Right. I may not be home, but you can always leave a message…with my secretary. It may sound like voicemail, but it’s not. I told her to talk that way.
AJ: So it will seem like I’m listening to your voicemail, but it will really be your secretary? And…when did you get a secretary?
Jen: I have AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1076514210435194782004-02-11T07:43:00.000-08:002004-02-11T07:48:02.153-08:00My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard
David: I don’t get it.
AJ: What do you mean?
David: What milkshake? What yard? What is she talking about?
AJ: See, now I thought it all seemed pretty straightforward. So she’s got this milkshake stand, right?
David: What? Who has a milkshake stand in their yard?
AJ: You know how kids have little lemonade stands that they put up in theirAJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1070911841969301412003-12-08T11:30:00.000-08:002003-12-08T13:24:44.000-08:00Right now, everything is made of snow. The streets are made of snow, my car is made of snow, my apartment, the bridges, the river, the lake. This is the first time that I’ve had a day off work due to snow. It’s mid-afternoon and my street hasn’t been plowed once since the storm started Saturday night.
I woke up and promptly panicked. I was out of cigarettes. I was out of cigarettes and AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1070563643902602032003-12-04T10:47:00.000-08:002003-12-04T10:48:19.873-08:00Yesterday I read a rant that a friend of mine had written about the whole “Paris Hilton Sex Tape” fiasco. She sent out a very clear message that critizing and deriding someone for something as private as this (that was never meant to be seen publicly) is flat-out wrong. And I completely agree. The then-19-year-old Hilton made a sex tape with her on-again, off-again, 33 year old boyfriend Rick AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1070383829402625512003-12-02T08:50:00.000-08:002003-12-02T08:51:22.610-08:00If I didn't already want to see this train wreck of a movie, these guys would have convinced me.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1069256221866990542003-11-19T07:37:00.000-08:002003-11-19T07:37:37.013-08:00Sunday, November 16, 2003
7:34 pm
Can no longer stave off the sickness creeping into my bones. Can live without seeing how a bunch of crappy rooms turn out on Trading Spaces. Must go to bed.
9:59 pm
Surface from sleep briefly to note that something smells funny. Vaguely like elderly desk lamp when left on for more than five minutes. Interesting. Fall back asleep.
10:14 pm
Loud banging AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1068744277804022092003-11-13T09:24:00.000-08:002003-11-13T09:28:24.326-08:00Apparently there was a CBC mini-series about the Halifax explosion on recently. I know this because while I was trying to do the morning reports, two of my co-workers were having an argument over the technical inaccuracies of said mini-series. Our Quality Management Officer, an older British gentlemen who is louder and more opinionated than anyone I’ve ever met, was saying that he had to turn AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1067613728162288022003-10-31T07:22:00.000-08:002003-10-31T07:22:18.686-08:00I read fanfic.
Shut up. No, shut up. Fanfic is just like any other kind of writing – there’s good and there’s bad. I like the good kind. If I see the words “throbbing love muscle,” I run. There are some truly amazing writers out there. Many are better than the authors sitting on my bookshelf. Well, better than the books written by those authors. I don’t have the authors themselves AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1067540750113389442003-10-30T11:05:00.000-08:002003-10-30T11:05:59.763-08:00It seems to be a day of links, which is good, since that's the whole purpose of a blog.
I'm indecisive. Tell me which book to read!AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1067540446823738172003-10-30T11:00:00.000-08:002003-10-30T11:00:56.530-08:00Since one of my very first posts was about going to see Bowling for Columbine, it seems only fitting that I give a link to this. Michael Moore can bite me.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1067531646578105912003-10-30T08:34:00.000-08:002003-10-30T08:34:05.000-08:00I am ridiculously bored.
There’s no reason for me to be bored. I have plenty of work to do. I have calls to make, emails to write, forms to fill, spreadsheets to create, invoices to post.
I’m bored.
I got up this morning, had a shower, got dressed and got bored. So bored that I sat down on my bedroom floor and organized my sock drawer before work. I ORGANIZED MY SOCK DRAWER BEFORE WORK. AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1067447910347431902003-10-29T09:18:00.000-08:002003-10-29T09:18:38.403-08:00I still think this is very interesting, even if it identified 3 out of 4 paragraphs I submitted as 'male'. Bastards.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1067271233500492762003-10-27T08:13:00.000-08:002003-10-27T10:58:30.763-08:00violent in touch
we sink
and you smile with a sharpness
which cuts all the places I am overgrown
and you’re nothing I want
except the dance
the game
misguided desire
my mother used to tell me a story
(crying)
of a girl
who wandered into the woods
and never returned home
days like this
I wonder if I’m that girl
and I’ve never made it out of the woods
AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1067000427754238392003-10-24T06:00:00.000-07:002004-03-20T16:18:41.060-08:00No amount of preparation can ready you to see Hawksley Workman live.
I've been trying to think of an eloquent way to describe the concert, something witty and clever, something of almost professional-level quality. You know what I come up with?
JESUS FUCKING CHRIST. FUCK. FUCK, THAT WAS SO AWESOME. HOW FUCKING AWESOME WAS THAT? CAN YOU BELIEVE IT? GOD. JESUS FUCK.
I'm just grateful AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1066931019025621192003-10-23T10:43:00.000-07:002004-03-20T16:18:57.466-08:00Today...
Today there will be driving.
Today there will be coffee.
Today there will be singing. If you are not prepared for the plethora of preposterous singing, you may likely lose your will to live.
Today there will be giddiness, random screaming, too much swearing and FAR too much time spent in a car.
If you do not like hearing about inherent sexiness, you're in the wrong place.
If you AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1066309231816693332003-10-16T06:00:00.000-07:002004-03-20T16:19:10.950-08:00I’ve just discovered baseball.
Sure, its existence has been known to me for a while, but it was just another sport that I couldn’t care less about. Whenever I would flip past a game on television, it always consisted of a bunch of men standing around staring intensely at each other, spitting and looking vaguely like wax statues. I rarely stayed on the station long enough to see anything of AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1065451206925345132003-10-06T07:40:00.000-07:002004-03-20T16:19:29.030-08:00Desire has seeped into my skin, making it translucent
You can see right through me
But only if you look in my direction
Which you don’t
The safety of anonymity
AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1065032792726561472003-10-01T11:26:00.000-07:002004-03-20T16:19:41.780-08:00I am messy.
I am very, very messy. I cannot count the number of times my mother has walked into one of my various apartments and screamed, “OH, DEAR GOD!” while averting her eyes.
But secretly, way down, down past my desire to marry Donny Osmond, three blocks and a metaphorical train ride past my love of super-natural young adult thrillers, hides my desperate desire to be neat. Tidy. Live AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1063376990593857192003-09-12T07:29:00.000-07:002004-03-20T16:19:56.686-08:00I had planned on doing a real update today, but I can't bring myself to do it anymore.
Go rent Noises Off and watch John Ritter flail. Go buy a Johnny Cash album.
Rest in peace, guys.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1061839039836262082003-08-25T12:17:00.000-07:002004-03-20T16:20:12.750-08:00I have just ordered a part from a gentleman with the unfourtunate last name of 'Assmann'. Sometimes I love my job.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1058896036828883492003-07-22T10:47:00.000-07:002004-03-20T16:20:24.606-08:00Sometimes you write sentimental shit.
Sometimes you're glad that very few people will read it.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1058893791227961142003-07-22T10:09:00.000-07:002004-03-20T16:20:34.513-08:00Sometimes...
Sometimes you meet someone.
Sometimes you like them, and they like you.
Sometimes you become friends, sometimes you don’t.
Sometimes you like their friends, sometimes their friends hate you.
Sometimes you drift apart, come together, drift apart, and repeat the pattern throughout your lives.
Sometimes you can’t stay out of touch for more than a week without feeling empty.
AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1058552016005900442003-07-18T11:13:00.000-07:002004-03-20T16:20:49.373-08:00All For The Love Of Anderson Cooper
E: So, Punk-ass Bitch or Bitch-ass punk?
Me: Punk-ass Bitch all the way.
E: If you ask me, they aren't using Anderson enough.
Me: I've taken to watching CNN. He makes me watch CNN, and I HATE CNN. He has power over me.
E: It's a weird yet wonderful thing.
Me: I would give a million dollars to hear him say the word "saboteur" again.
E: Apparently, he's AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1058287993183727422003-07-15T09:53:00.000-07:002004-03-20T16:21:03.060-08:00When it comes to actual children, I lack any semblance of maternal instinct. Children scare me, not just because they can be so helpless, but because *I* may be the one expected to help them. It’s not that I don’t have the desire to help; I lack the patience. I can barely take care of myself, so the idea of being saddled with something that requires 24 hour surveillance is unimaginable.
That AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1057949497875193612003-07-11T11:51:00.000-07:002004-03-20T16:21:18.420-08:00These Weapons of Mass Destruction cannot be displayed.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1057679976714331172003-07-08T08:59:00.000-07:002004-03-20T16:21:31.483-08:00An amusing tidbit about my mother:
I just walked into the kitchen at work, thinking that the wonderful smell wafting through the office was her lunch. She was taking her toast out of the toaster as I arrived. Then she took out a Ziploc bag containing orange goo, and attempted to scoop it out with her knife.
Me: What the hell is that?
Mom: Cheez Whiz.
Me: In a bag?
Mom: I didn't have AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1057679208578198802003-07-08T08:46:00.000-07:002004-03-20T16:21:51.090-08:00I'm feeling rather stream-of-consciousness-y today, so you'll have to bear with me.
Water and I have had a very rocky relationship over the years. I'm talking drinking water specifically. There were long periods of time where I just didn't drink water. Juice? Fine. Coke? Always fine. Liquid Cocaine shooters? Bring it. Water? Ah...no thanks.
Then suddenly, without warning, I'll be AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1057593670589164212003-07-07T09:01:00.000-07:002004-03-20T16:22:03.216-08:00Today we shine the spotlight on a website that's very close to my heart. From this wondrous girl comes a site of humour, of pathos, of cream cheese and pine nuts, of deep thoughts, of deep-dish pizza, of deep-seated neuroses, of love, of pain, and of incomprehensible language. Don't expect it to make sense. Just take a few minutes and appreciate the bizarreness. I love you Niche, and I will AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-1056654143039928782003-06-26T12:02:00.000-07:002003-06-26T12:02:22.923-07:00I had forgotten that this site existed. "You order origami boulder and it comes in mail and you enjoy it." AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-959898382003-06-24T11:55:00.000-07:002003-06-24T11:55:30.236-07:00If loving this makes me a geek, then geek me up, baby, 'cause it's geek time.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-959860552003-06-24T09:50:00.000-07:002003-06-24T09:50:49.260-07:00I have a very hard time being happy.
Even during the best of times, part of me is always waiting for something to come swooping down and start beating on my happiness. First a drop kick, then a flurry of punches, baseball bats and sharp pointy sticks. Eventually happiness will raise itself gently off the ground, bloody and broken, look at me and say, "That's it. I'm never coming back." And AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-957638422003-06-17T12:25:00.000-07:002003-06-17T16:33:15.000-07:00Me: There's no way her boobs are real.
Mom: How can you tell?
Me: I just can. It's a gift.
Mom: You can't possibly be my child.
Me: Why not?
Mom: There isn't enough bizarreness in our entire family to account for you.
Me: Aw, I love you Mom.
Mom: I know.
Me: And....?
Mom: And what?
Me: Isn't it your turn to say something? Hmm?
Mom: Say what? I don't understand.
Me: AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-956989902003-06-15T18:13:00.000-07:002003-06-16T05:59:36.000-07:00"I," she told him, "can believe anything. You have no idea what I can believe."
"Really?"
"I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true or not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Monroe and The Beatles and Elvis and Mr. Ed. Listen -- I believe that people are perfectible, AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-955873772003-06-12T05:47:00.000-07:002003-06-12T05:47:52.460-07:00I was sitting in the gazebo last night, watching the rain and waiting for the lightning to begin, and I remembered how much I love rain. It's one of those things that I forget until I'm sitting outside, sheltered by something or other, and watching it fall. I love the noise, the smell, the sharpness to the air when you know a storm is about to begin, all of it.
And then I was reminded of twoAJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-954179992003-06-07T16:39:00.000-07:002003-06-07T16:41:59.000-07:00Since I have a shiny new link to dadakamera's website, I thought now would be a good time to discuss my intense adoration of Daniel MacIvor. It began innocently enough when we mounted a production of "This is a Play" when I was in high school and snowballed from there. Then, in my first year of university, I read "House". And really, that was all it took. Have you read "House"? Anyone? If AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-952595372003-06-03T16:48:00.000-07:002003-06-03T16:48:55.846-07:00I'd like to think that I'm on the nice and clean side of things, but occasionally I wander into the scary territory. Regardless, this is fun.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-952495012003-06-03T12:17:00.000-07:002003-06-03T12:17:37.716-07:00This was nice for a quick laugh, and who doesn't like compliments? I have no problem excepting flattery from a computer (see post about inanimate objects below for reference).AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-952432712003-06-03T09:38:00.000-07:002003-06-03T09:38:49.830-07:00I have discovered the secret to a healthy, happy, and long lasting life. I have also decided to share this secret. It involves speaking to inanimate objects. Wait! Come back! Hear me out, please.
I have a long and glorious history of speaking to inanimate objects, but has it always made me happy? No. And why is that? Because I didn't do it with wild abandon. Wild abandon is the key (AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-877921222003-01-21T09:50:00.000-08:002003-01-21T10:07:36.000-08:00You know what? My priorities are fucked. Especially when I'm crampy. In fact, when I'm crampy, I turn into some strange sort of non-human, frowning, blubbering, fidgeting mess. I don't want to work. I don't want to answer the phone and have to be POLITE. I CAN'T DO IT. I just want to go home, crawl into bed and watch Innocence. Except I'm too crampy to pay attention to a "serious" movie, AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-874801442003-01-15T08:04:00.000-08:002003-01-19T09:24:29.000-08:00When I first started working here last winter, our office aquarium had four fish. I named those fish. I loved those fish. I crouched down next to the tank every day and had little conversations with those fish. Corpsey was named because of his unnatural resemblance to a corpse. Of course, he wasn't dead, just lazy. I admired that. He was the first to die. I sometimes wonder if I should AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-857319782002-12-09T08:17:00.000-08:002002-12-09T08:17:23.763-08:00I know absolutely nothing about Beowulf, but I got a big kick out of this. AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-857312432002-12-09T08:00:00.000-08:002003-01-10T09:45:53.000-08:00Dear god. How disturbing is this? Please tell me people don't actually do this. What's the point? Is anyone going to slap those things on, attach some fake fins to the roof and go tooling around in the ocean scaring tourists? We live in a strange and disturbing world.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-856482092002-12-07T11:24:00.000-08:002002-12-07T11:24:41.080-08:00I want to have this clock's babies. AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-856481422002-12-07T11:22:00.000-08:002002-12-07T11:22:39.983-08:00I find these both intriguing and incredibly disturbing. The photography is very striking, but yow.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-856477112002-12-07T11:07:00.000-08:002003-01-10T09:48:56.000-08:00This link disappeared. Where did it go? Did you take it? You did, didn't you? Come back here!AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-856475132002-12-07T11:01:00.000-08:002003-01-19T09:27:33.000-08:00I'm seriously pissed off that this link is no longer available. Two guys in Gothenburg, Sweden made an entire set of living room furniture out of Dole banana cartons. I'm going to keep checking, and if they put the page back up I'll link to it again. I had no idea banana cartons were so sturdy.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-856068952002-12-06T12:13:00.000-08:002002-12-14T05:20:03.000-08:00When I first started watching Angel, the best part of any given episode was always Glenn Quinn. Sure, I probably would have watched the show anyway, but he made me look forward to each new episode. Hell, I was 5 or 6 eps in before I realized he played Becky's boyfriend Mark on Roseanne. He was an actor that I really enjoyed and always thought I'd see randomly in some TV show or movie. His AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-855408682002-12-05T07:44:00.000-08:002002-12-05T15:30:35.000-08:00Oh - here's the site where you can go and read all about Atanarjuat - The Fast Runner if you're interested.
AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-855403372002-12-05T07:32:00.000-08:002002-12-05T15:32:05.000-08:00Well.
I really don't have time to do this right now, but I was inspired to share something that I received at work today.
What happens is this: when we receive invoices for parts we've bought, I enter them into our Purchasing Control System. Normally this is a fairly boring and repetitive task, other times it's made fun by the strange names given to the parts (flange nipples, cock nuts, and myAJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-853108912002-11-30T16:45:00.000-08:002002-12-05T15:32:26.000-08:00Blogalicious. Let's everyone please forget that I just used that word. Well, I did indeed see Bowling for Columbine, and did leave very frustrated. On a happier note, it was a fantastic film. I wish it was required watching, like some sort of mass inoculation. You're not familiar with the many required mass inoculations North America has had? Well, then. In other film news, let me take AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-847319602002-11-18T15:52:00.000-08:002002-12-05T15:33:36.000-08:00Chris and I are headed to see Bowling for Columbine in a little while. And as much as I want to see the movie, I know I'm going to be very frustrated and angry by the time the lights come up. Or maybe I'll be on some kind of Buffy/Angel high and won't let it affect me. I'm guessing I'll end up somewhere in between. Ah, America. Home of pointless violence and angsty preternatural teen dramas.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3953372.post-846742692002-11-17T13:48:00.000-08:002002-11-17T13:48:02.463-08:00Well, here goes nothing.AJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15320845498309239125noreply@blogger.com