Help The Police!

My computer is fucked.
In the meantime, I got my secondary machine up and running.
My computer needs help. You know who else needs help?
The police...
(now that's a quality segue!)
This should help pass the time until I'm back up and runnin'

Norouz!

Happy Persian New Year!
otherwise known as Norouz.

In honour of the occasion, my computer is going all wonky.
Yay!

If you want exact times for the celebration, you should head over here...

Medicated Dreams

I had a dream that I was in a toy / electronic store.
They had a surprise sale of Super Nintendo for $1 each. I was in the section but I didn't see any.
A bunch of people did a mad dash for for the lego next to the section I was in. Seems the sale was actually for some Star Wars lego ship.
Whatever.
While browsing the section I was in, I found what I was looking for, an RF Switch!
They had a shit load.
They also had power adapters for the original Nes.
Thus making this the greatest store ever.
...
...
..
.
Fin.

Inside (Out), Man

You ever pop on your underwear (boxer briefs in my case) and many hours later realize that it is inside out?
Normally, (not that I do this on a normal basis mind you), it ain't no big deal, but Hanes ain't down with that.

The elastic band thingy is so coarse.
Is like sand paper.

I think it's about time that I got their Hanes off of me.
Do they even still use that slogan?

Lyrical Genocide

Who knew that he could rap!

Damn That Daylight Savings Time

Things not to do on the night of the time change over:
Go out to a dance party, followed by a late night pizza feast.
Then walk home and get to sleep after 5am.
Which isn't too bad, unless you gotta get up at 8:30 to go do a film workshop.
A workshop that goes until about 6pm.

It makes it a little more acceptable when you get to go to a nice turkey dinner tho.
Specially if you follow that up with a late night movie.

Groggy Minds Can Lead To Jail Time

While doing a run to safeway, I was thinking about the jeans that I needed to hem.
Also about some other nice threads I was thinking of getting.
Anyways.
I was in the store while in this shopping for clothes state of mind (while still groggy from earlier) and I see this chick with some nifty pants.
Nifty cuz they had this nice design on the lower part of the leg. (from the knee down)
I was about 4 ft. away from her when I realized I was about to grab the pants and flatten them out so that I could see the pattern better.
Yay for groggy minds and running on autopilot!

It Seems I Don't Resolve

This new blogger is getting on my nerves.
My adsense won't resolve my client id.
Well, actually, it does.
BUT, and it's a big but, (literally, I chose the large font size for it)*, .... if I move or attempt to edit the adsense thingy in any way, it doesn't resolve.
Mother fuck.

*my bad, it's actually the huge size font.

Rehearsal

Fuuck.
You ever have the phone wake you up and then you're all groggy like a mofo. The Brain hurts, you don't really know what's going on?
I'm kinda in that state of mind right now.

You ever actually get up after that instead of going back to sleep?
I decided not to go back to sleep after that happened to me this morning.
In doing so, I realized something.
I do dry runs.

Lemme break it down for you.

The phone rang, once I found it and answered it, I got up. Now while talking on the phone in my very confused and painful state, I started walking around.
I walked to the bathroom, looked in the mirror.
Went to the kitchen, looked at the fridge. Even attempted to grab the handle on it.
Then walked over to my computer, looked at it, then back to my bed where the call ended.
Now I had a choice. End the misery of my morning and go back to sleep or stay awake.
I decide to get my day going. (why oh why)
So I went to the bathroom to wash my face and looked in the mirror.
Then went to the kitchen and (this time) opened the door. (Mmmm, apple juice)
Next I sat down at my computer.
See, a dry run was done.
Of course it was a little more complicated than that, but you get the gist of it.

Mother fuck, my brain is so groggy.

The Switch Over

I gone and done the switch over to the new blogger nonsense.
Actually, I did it a couple of weeks ago, but whatever.
It's nice and all, but I don't like it all that much.... so far.
Mainly, it doesn't play nice with my browser (Firefox, of course)

Editing you page layout requires pop-ups. But they don't always pop-up.
Is stupid.
I dunno.
And it's not the pop-up blocker in Firefox.

We'll see how this goes.....

You know you tired when......

You take the cap off of your toothpaste and instead of applying the toothpaste on your brush, you attempt to apply it to the cap of the toothpaste.

The Canada of the States

Tomorrow I'll be heading up to Oregon.
The Portland area. It's the City of Roses. (Which means that they also get to hold a Rose Festival.)
Also known as Stumptown.
Neato I guess.

As LL Once Said.....

I'm going back to Cali...

Actually, I'm already here.
Now you just wait until I tell you about the jackass US security guard at immigration.
That's for tomorrow, or maybe a little later.

Now that I think about, Biggie said it too.

Hiatus

I'm having problems with my uploading of stuff from work. Which is why the History of Violence post is wonky and others before that.
So, umm. I'll start posting again after in a couple of weeks once I'm in Sac town.
Woohooo!

At that time, I'll also be changing the look of the site. A new template even!
But, yah. Once I get this uploading problem outta the way, I'll have a shitload of posts for yah, cuz I haven't stopped writing them, just the posting of them.

Adios for now

Deep

A History of Violence, broheem

"When mom brought you home from the hospital I tried to strangle you in your crib. I guess all kids try to do that."

-Richie Cusack

Brutal, Honest, Raw, Cronenberg.
That is A History of Violence.

Willaim Hurt rocks. Very cool, very awesome. He's even better than how Ed Harris looks in the movie. (which is very cool by the way.)
It's pretty nifty broheem.

I don't know how you can go back to the family again + again, when the least annoying person is your youngest daughter, who is one of the children of the corn. But then again, he does have one kinky wife, broheem.
That calls for a rowr!
But seriously, what's with all these corn children all over the place. Is Cronenberg trying to tell us that some of them do actually grow up?

"....ask "Tom" how he tried to rip my eye out with barbed wire, and ask him, Edie, how come he's so good at killing people"

-Carl Fogarty

Philly is the city of brotherly love broheem. Even the white people are brothers.
Do brothers really talk like that?
Or is it just the white brothers broheem?
Then again, it could be a combination of all the characteristics, broheem.

brotherly love (cheese steak variety) + the mob + whitey

= A very cool, oscar nominated William Hurt

I'm not pulling the race card out here. (I hear you all gasping b/c I don' t already have it out)
It's staying right around my neck (much easier than pulling it outta my pocket with the amount of use it gets.
It's a temporary measure until I tatoo it to the inside of my palm. So that way you guys can see the bastad before I smack you with the sucka.
Yah! Thas right, the inside of my palm.
The inside of my palm!

Anwyas!
It's non-goeey movie, but very graphic.
Pun intended. (cuz it's based on a graphic novel, I whisper to you)
Noses bashed into skulls, necks twisted and crushed. Not that this is an action movie or anything broheem. Chunks of stuff flying as well as the blood.
Very cool.
It just has moments of explosive violence, that is only more punctuated (!) by the calmness surrounding it.
Well done movie.
I quite enjoyed it.
Quite.
Did I mention that William Hurt is awesome broheem?

Also, I officially rename Ms. Bello to Maria "the muff" Bello.

Links:
Official Site; Wiki;
Reviews:
Ebert; Entertainment Weekly; About;
Rolling Stone; LA Times; Washington Post;

Scurvy Green...

Aye Matey!
There be little Scottish men in them thar woods. Or they be Irish.
Whichever is them green...

Manitoban Exceprt, Part 2

As I had said yesterday, I picked up a copy of The Manitoban this week for the first (1st) time in a long time. I stumbled upon two (2) editorials that you guys should read.
Here is the second (2nd) of two (2) for your reading pleasure:

“People” will say that they hate Winnipeg and that they are leaving, but these deserters should not be taken too seriously. Their disillusionment is real, but it is not total. A case in point, let us peruse the old renter’s guide for a moment.

Hmm . . . “sublet,” “sublet,” “sublet,” “sublet,” and not much else. Between the lines this tells a familiar, pouty tale: “I hate it here. I’m leaving! . . . um . . . for six months.” Winnipeg is defined by the love-hate relationship.......

......Read the rest here.

Manitoban Excerpt, Part 1

I picked up a copy of The Manitoban this week for the first (1st) time in a long time. I stumbled upon two (2) editorials that you guys should read. The Manitoban is the official student newspaper of the University of Manitoba.
Here is the first (1st) of the two (2) aritcles:

I’ve never known a city quite as deserving of my disdain as Winnipeg.

It’s not even that I have a characteristically Winnipeg inferiority complex: it’s just that, for me, the lack of benefits outweighs the low cost of living. Before any other reputation the city has — for frugality, for gritty tenacity, for moderation that could only come from geography — certain negative qualities will always precede it........

......Read the rest of it here.

The second (2nd) article I'll have for you tomorrow.

Random Conversations With The Prof:

P: lol, there's this Indo Canadian doctor on CBC newsworld talking about vac­cin­a­tion­s.
me: and?
P: But he;s like our age and reminds me of you but wuth a scruffy bread and his last name is Wilson, gots an Indian name for his first name.
Dude just doesn't look like a doctor.
He's wearing a button brown collared shirt and he;s got a army t-shirt un­der­neath, I can tell cause he didn't button the collar.
me: lol, nice
P: He just looks like some dude they pulled off the street.
Like Globals gonna grab in when your going home and is going to ask you to say these lines and they'll have the header un­der­neath saying Dr. Sandeep Smith­so­ni­an dis­cuss­ing Jaw pain related to back posture.
That dudes gonna get yelled at by his mom and his dad is just gonna shake his head.
me: lmao
P: Oh son, what the hell were you wearing? Your a doctor for God Sake, you have money to buy nice clothes. This is whhy you don't have a wife you dress like a bum.
me: ha. so riight.

who says I don't have a sense of humour.....

This is horrible, yet oh so funny.
Oh my, oh my.
I'm going to hell.
yep yep.
Here's another take on it.
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Also here now.