Running in Circles, For I Have No Destination

50 Sexiest Men 2007!

2007-02-19T13:19:00.000-07:00

I last did something like this about two years ago. Well the list has changed somewhat, and my desire for hockey players has grown significantly over the past two years. This time around I've left off the dead musicians (Cobain, Tupac, Strummer just to name a few), but the cookies have stayed. This list is overrun by hockey players and by men called Jason. Just click on the names to view sexy pictures and my reasoning behind my choices (and remember, sometimes beauty comes from within)...

#50 - Colin Hanks
#49 - Marc - André Bergeron
#48 - Jay Leno
#47 - Bam Margera
#46 - Alex Trebek
#45 - Rick Gomez
#44 - Ethan Embry
#43 - Yoji Harada
#42 - James Blunt
#41 - Oreo Cookies
#40 - Jason Statham
#39 - Alexander Ovechkin
#38 - Hawksley Workman
#37 - Giovanni Ribisi
#36 - Jason Biggs
#35 - Alexandre Despatie
#34 - Scott Caan
#33 - Jason Lee
#32 - Dwayne Roloson
#31 - Rex Murphy
#30 - Raffi Torres
#29 - Jason London
#28 - Ian Hanomansing
#27 - Ed Robertson
#26 - Eugene Hutz
#25 - Dallas Green
#24 - Chris Garver
#23 - David Gray
#22 - Patrick Demspey
#21 - Anze Kopitar
#20 - Ian Rosenberger
#19 - Rick Mercer
#18 - Mike Morrison
#17 - Yuri Lemeshev
#16 - John Cusack
#15 - Ryan Gosling
#14 - Colin Firth
#13 - Anson Carter
#12 - Josh Groban
#11 - Tom Gilbert
#10 - Dan Savage
#9 - Tim McIlrath
#8 - George Stroumboulopoulos
#7 - Daniel Tjarnqvist
#6 - Nicolas Wright
#5 - Goran Visnjic
#4 - Ryan Miller
#3 - Johnny Depp
#2 - Edward Norton
#1 - Igor Ulanov

I do have a kickass music collection, even if it's not on vinyl...

2006-12-10T16:16:00.000-07:00

Which John Cusack Are You?

Dating is for masochists

2006-11-06T16:08:00.000-07:00

I do know a few lucky people who aren't forced to eat massive quantities of ice cream at least twice a year. The rest of us are fucked.

I have 4/9 seasons of the X-Files on DVD. Once my collection is complete, all I will need are my fifty cats.

It's 5am.

2006-09-29T05:14:00.000-06:00

On a Friday. I'm in the bowels of SUB, in CJSR. I'd post a link, but Mac computers are terrible ad I'm too lazy/tired to write out the html necessary to post a link. Just go to cjsr.com and donate to its FunDrive. DONATE! 492-cjsr, ext. 7. That is all. I get to go to bed in an hour.

School is in session!

2006-09-07T15:35:00.000-06:00

From the Webster's New Collegiate Dictionary, copyright 1961 (my dad got it for christmas one year as a child):

psychosis (n): Mental disease; any serious mental derangement; - a purely psychiatric term without the legal implications of the word insanity

sycosis (n): A chronic inflammatory disease involving the hair follicles, marked by papules, pustules, and crusts

Have a nice day.

This just in:

2006-06-15T21:20:00.000-06:00

I want to go on a date to the zoo. Our zoo is not a particularly nice zoo, but it is a zoo nonetheless. And I'd like to go there. Unless my date is willing to drive to the Calgary zoo, because it's much better.

Also, I'd like to make a declaration to myself, because I'm the only one who reads my blog and even I have not looked at it quite a while. If the Oilers win the Stanley Cup, I will get an Oilers-themed tattoo. Probably on my ribs.

I'm hungry. Hungry for Brind'Amour's blood.

Oilers = hollers

themed = teamed

Brind'Amour = Brandenburg

Concert Review: Our Lady Peace

2006-05-04T13:06:00.000-06:00

I went to Rexall Place for the second night in a row on Tuesday. Monday, I was there to see the Oilers destroy (well...beat, anyway) the Detroit Red Wings. It was a great night. Tuesday was less great. It was still fine, don't get me wrong, but it was nothing compared to Monday's victory...with the entire arena chanting "Manny! Manny!" and most everyone was in unison, a rare occurence. Anywhoo, I saw Our Lady Peace play on Tuesday night. They were...a step up from mediocre, I'd say. I saw them three years ago in the same venue. They used a lot of the same "you're our friends, not our fans" bullshit which made it seem even more phony the second time around.

Good Things About the Concert:
1. There were no cheesy Nickleback-esque pyrotechnics.
2. Rexall was made into a half bowl, so pretty much any seat was a good seat.
3. After references about the Oilers' previous night victory, the crowd would break out into "Let's go Oilers *clap* *clap* *clap-clap-clap*" and the band would have to wait a few seconds before the crowd would stop.
4. Raine Maida climbed into the audience.
5. Maybe he wasn't drunk.

Bad Things About the Concert:
1. They didn't play Thief or Life.
2. They played songs from their new album, which was to be expected.
3. Everything they said sounded phony.
4. The sound was really bad...a lot of the time I couldn't even hear his voice.
5. He let the crowd sing 4am in its entirety and of course people don't seem to know the second verse. If we come to a concert, we want to hear the band play.
6. Everyone started cheering as if it was the end of the song before the "Doesn't anybody ever know, the world's a subway," portion of Superman's Dead.
7. The whole concert was very similar to their 2003 Live CD, but less good.
8. It wasn't worth $56.75. End of Story.

5 Songs OLP Should Play at Concerts but Never Do Anymore:
1. Neon Crossing (Naveed, 1994)
2. Dirty Walls (Naveed, 1994)
3. Blister (Happiness...is not a Fish You can Catch, 1999)
4. Made to Heal (Spiritual Machines, 2000)
5. Oskar (Clumsy, 1997)

It has been decided...

2006-04-14T02:57:00.000-06:00

Apparently my new nickname is "Fang." This has nothing to do with physical appearance and everything to due with the insanity of my friends.

Nacho Nacho Man.

2006-04-06T00:19:00.000-06:00

I want to be a nacho man. Except I'm female. It is late and I am tired. Nest.

A word of advice from Spellcheck:

Nacho = Macho, funny enough!

I'm like the EPS, baby!

2006-03-11T01:15:00.000-07:00

I'm going through that phase again where I'm jealous of happy couples. I'm not sure I know what it's like to belong to a happy couple. It's ok though, because I have spinsterhood to look forward too. Fifty cats and all nine seasons of The X-Files on DVD and I'll be good to go.

In short, I'm like the Edmonton Police Service: recruiting like a banshee without lowering my standards. And I'm one step ahead of you. I do so have standards.

Easy Answers

2006-03-04T03:19:00.000-07:00

Alright, here are your answers. There are a few trends showing up when people find my blog using search engines. So maybe I can help you out.

1. Hal Johnson and Joanne McLeod of Body Break fame are married. I heard it on CBC a while ago.

2. Raine Maida is married. George Stroumboulopoulos, to the best of my knowledge, is not. And you will not find pictures of either right now (although the mere mention of this will probably now cause people to find this blog by searching just that), but maybe one day I'll put up the pictures from the day I met Mr. Stroumboulopoulos. It was an awesome day.

3. From what I know, Shawn Horcoff is married and married to a woman, and therefore not gay.

4. There are probably a couple of people out there who share the same name as I do. I'm probably not the person you're looking for.

5. Ty Conklin actually didn't shit the bed in the game against San Jose tonight. I just thought I'd mention it (so to the middle-aged rowdies in the row in front of us: your heckling might have been slightly over the top by the third period).

Awww.

2006-02-25T16:05:00.000-07:00

Someone found my blog by searching "newt bloat." I miss Gingy.

Couldn't see that one coming from a mile away.

2006-02-22T17:47:00.000-07:00

So, with a little help from Todd "Captain Asshole" Bertuzzi and Chris "Captain Penalty" Pronger, Team Canada was able to give the Russian team ample chances to score. Thanks to Bertuzzi's little penalty early in the third, the Russians scored. We lost in the familiar 2-0 fashion. It's a good thing we had Brodeur. Maybe if the team had more of Canada's top NHL scorers...
Oh well, that's the outcome I expected anyway. The other teams are just better this time around.

We did, however, win four medals today. Also, The men's curling team made it into the finals. that was a good game.
A quick word from my dear friend, Blogger Spellcheck (still doesn't recognize the word 'blog'):

Bertuzzi = berths

Asshole = Ashley

Pronger = pronghorn

Bertuzzi's = virtuoso's

Brodeur = broader

What did the Swiss hockey team eat for breakfast?

2006-02-18T12:49:00.000-07:00

The Canadians, apparently. That was an interesting game, if I do say so myself. Get better camera angles. But seriously, I think they won fair and square. Plus, Latvia tied the USA a day or two ago so I don't feel so bad.
On the women's side, it was nice to see the Swedes win against the States. They were just so happy. I'm not sure I'd even mind if they were to beat us and take the gold. I'm quite sure the ladies of our hockey team and the majority of my country-persons would probably disagree. But hey, silver isn't bad. I just like a good old underdog story. If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball.

One of the greatest inventions.

2006-02-11T19:26:00.000-07:00

Start Wearing Purple

2006-02-08T21:53:00.000-07:00

My friend Jo has a rather embarrassing video of me dancing to that song (Start Wearing Purple by Gogol Bordello) in a Calgary hotel room after I'd had one or two. It was 3am on a chilly November night. It was followed by my imitation of a Krispy Kreme conveyor belt.

Anyway, Gogol Bordello came to the Sidetrack on Monday. That show might have rivaled any show I've been to in the last few months. Or it could be that it was just the most recent. Sometimes my mind functions that way. I wish I knew how to put pictures up here, because I got some gooders. My friend got hit in the head by a large drum, and she has quite the substantial forehead welt. The accordion player resembled my favourite 36-year-old Russian, so I gave his tush a little pat for good luck after the show. This band is wild. If you ever get the chance to see them, you should. And start wearing purple.

Hello, I'm Neglect-o-tron 5000.

2006-02-02T18:17:00.000-07:00

Many things to say, but such a short attention span. Where to start...

Ok. How about that weather, eh? If the groundhog says there will be "another" six weeks of winter, I will laugh. We have yet to experience winter this year. My dad's beloved cross country ski race, the Birkebeinar, was canceled this year due to the lack of snow. In 1997, we had our first brown Christmas since 1939. Christmas 2005 was our first brown Christmas since 1997. If you don't believe in the effects of climate change, then nuts to you. I can go outside without a toque or mittens. I've seen people in shorts on campus, because of the balmy weather (around minus six Celsius). It's crazy!

On a completely different note, Stephen Lewis came to speak on campus on Monday, as part of The U of A's International Week. I went with j-roc and Jo, and I think the three of us were all moved. j-roc lived in South Africa for two months last year working at an orphanage. If you get the chance, pick up Race Against Time, the book form of his part in The Massey Lectures. I am currently enjoying my autographed copy.

Today I discovered that the Luscious Igor Ulanov is married. I am at peace with this fact. There won't be any blogs-that-shall-remain-nameless deleted because of this new piece of evidence. I was already aware that my other favourite Oiler, Shawn "Hottie McHotterson" Horcoff is married. I was also informed today that third place contestant, Fernando "subject of an ABBA song" Pisani is also attached. I will direct my love back to the host of an insult-to-the-intelligence-of-my-age-demographic-news-show. Alright, I admit it. The love never left in the first place.

It's a goldmine...
Birkabeinar = breakpoint
toque = touch
Shawn = Shawnee
Ulanov = no suggestions
McHotterson = mysteries
Horcoff = horoscope
Pisani = pigskin

Oh, tentacles

Stop your bellyaching.

2006-01-29T14:51:00.000-07:00

Politcis aren't about morals and ethics.

Somewhat interesting...

2005-12-11T13:39:00.000-07:00

I took this quiz. My results:
I agree with Layton on 11 issues, Duceppe on 7 issues, Martin on 6 issues and Harper on a whole 3 issues (I'm a bad person, obviously).

The theory crumbles like a crumbly cookie!

2005-12-01T16:35:00.000-07:00

Well the Eskies won the Grey Cup. It's a little late to be reporting this, but that's ok. It was a ridiculously awesome game. The first Grey Cup tie since 1961, apparently. Ricky Ray was a sexy beast as always, but it might have been nice to put Jason Maas in, too. Everyone knows he earned it. The halftime show was awful. There was an outcry about the Black Eyed Peas being selected to play at the half time show, as they're not Canadian. And they don't give a rat's ass about the CFL. The organizers wanted to attract a younger demographic, or something. Nevermind where the hell they're from though, the fact of the matter is they suck. Didn't they used to stand for something in the pre-Fergie days, besides t&a? Their newest song makes my ears bleed profusely. A deranged (most are) twelve-year-old could have written that (it's all about humps, lumps and icies). And they sounded like absolute shit at the grey Cup. People were also apparently offended by Fergie's gyrating dance moves (apparently not realizing that their children are exposed to things 100 times worse on a daily basis). The funny thing is though, that I'll bet we would have gone less ape shit about the whole wardrobe malfunction situation.

Oh yeah, and the government fell a couple of days ago. The Liberal minority government lost the non-confidence vote, bringing down the house, so that another minority government can be elected next month. People are demanding a change. Well I agree that punishment should take place, and that no government should have the right to get away with that level of corruption, the leader of the opposition is the spawn of Satan. Unless we all get together and bring in enough NDP MPs to elect the Creepy Smiler (which is impossible), we're faced with the choice between Rich White Prick and Rich White Prick Who Doesn't Understand the Concept of the Separation of Church and State (he also hates gay people and he eats babies). The Conservative incumbent will win in my riding, so I'll likely throw my buck-seventy-five at the new Green Party candidate, if he's any good.

Finally two minor things. First of all, we didn't quite make it to December without snow. It came really late this year. I wore shorts to school on November 23...I wasn't extremely comfortable, but it was plus ten degrees Celsius. Now it is minus fourteen, which isn't bad, but we know it will only get worse. I just hope we don't get a week this year, like the one last year, where it was colder than minus forty everyday with the windchill and the buses only showed up when the drivers felt like it. Secondly, I was victim of a random mooning. I was walking from Spanish class to my Canadian Politics class, when a bunch of guys mooned us from FAB.

Spellcheck says...always look both ways before crossing the road, kids. And...
Maas = mash
CFL = CABAL
Fergie= ferric
Fergie's = ferocious
FAB = FBI

you crusty worm!

There was something in the air that night, the stars were bright, Fernando...

2005-11-26T23:07:00.000-07:00

...Pisani.
A friend of mine has a theory. She thought that if my beloved Edmonton Oilers won against the Calgary Flames in Friday's game, then the Edmonton Eskimos would lose to the Montréal Alouettes in the Grey Cup tomorrow. As it turned out, the Oilers gave the Flames just a light tap on the arse, but they won nonetheless (With Pisani's shoot out goal). In other oiler news, it turns out that Shawn Horcoff is married (much to my dismay). Oh well, there's always Igor Ulanov (apparently I like my men Russian and 36). I read in Dose magazine (motto: We use newsprint that rubs off on your hands, and our corssowrd is ridiculous. Also, we're not a very good magazine) that NHL referee Don Van Massenhoven (didn't spell that right, I'm sure) got a puck in the face and had to undergo seven hours of reconstructive surgery. Three words come to mind...
It was a musical weekend for me. On Friday night I went to the Powerplant and saw Five O'Clock Charlie, and I was finally able to buy their CD. It's damn good. Jo and I went, and I ran into my brother (I'd provide a link but a. you already know it and b. he hasn't posted in over a month anyway) and I learned that he had appeared in drag the night before. I missed it because Dominic and I were consuming wine at the art show. Tonight I went to see The Cottars play in Sherwood Park. They were amazing, as I assumed they would be. It makes me jealous, seeing as the oldest member is four years younger than I am. It was a grand evening of Cape Breton celtic fun. I just got back, actually.

That is all for now. I will leave you with the lyrics of one delightful tune...

"Alouette, gentille alouette. Alouette, je tu plumerai..."

Do you ever feel like your computer is judging you?

2005-11-21T00:01:00.000-07:00

I do. I'm working on yet another essay, and this computer is judging the hell out of me. Mr. Word is making me feel like a traitor to Canadian spelling. "Gray" is the name of a person I'm writing about, but the program underlines it with that nasty little squiggly red line every time I write it. "It's with an 'e', you moron," it seems to be telling me, "you have me set at Canadian English. Why are you writing as though you're a Yankee?" Well first of all, this essay is for my History of American Medicine class, and my prof is from California so she likely wouldn't care how I decided to spell the word. Regardless, it's a name! Jerk. Maybe I should call up a dear old friend, Eliza. She'll make me feel better, by repeating everything I say.

I'm alive, I can feel the [caffeinated] blood rushing through my veins...

2005-11-17T22:37:00.000-07:00

Caffeine is my friend on late nights like these. Gazillion-page essays are not. Message to my nesty bed: see you at 5am, if I'm lucky.

Gazillion=gasoline

Just call me Mrs. Ulanov.

2005-10-29T01:58:00.000-06:00

Don't I wish.
Ah, I just came back from New City Suburbs. Why haven't I been there in such a long time? I think the last time I was there, it was for Punk Rock Bingo (but that was back when it drew a small enough crowd that they could have it in Likwid Lounge). It was part one of the Halloween party, and there was an awesome burlesque show.
I had my birthday party at Scholar's and the Druid last Saturday, and it was awesome (for me, anyway. It was the 50 cent hiballs talking). I had a hotdog after we left the Druid (if Molly had one, I am certain she was thinking of Mlee). I threw up the hot dog at 10 the next morning. Good times. I'd like to extend my apologies to Ridiculously A. Bartender (it was only half his fault) and my compliments on his grammatically correct text message.
I just got an e-mail from ticketmaster reminding me not to miss buying tickets to Hilary Duff (note to j-roc: it's a duff job). Well gee whiz, what would I do without ticketmaster? Ticketmaster tainted my inbox. Who would you think so lowly of me, ticketmaster?
P.S watch out for the zombie on campus on Monday.
P.P.S How do I enable the thing that prevents machines from ruining my comments section?

No boys allowed!

2005-10-21T14:15:00.000-06:00

I'm back. It took me awhile, but there are always obstacles.
Getting to the title. No, I'm not a lesbian (much to mi hermano's chagrin). I'm already cynical of the opposite sex, but these last five months have been especially ridiculous on the XY front. So no more for the time being (the time period of "time being" depends on how soon another prospect comes my way. Shows how dedicated I am to the cause, eh?). I have school to focus on. Textbooks are my boyfriend.
Apparently NSync is releasing a greatest hits CD on my birthday. Sorry guys, all of your fans have moved on to the equally shitty solo music of JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE NAKED (my number counter has been down lately). The birthdate of Pablo Picasso and me has been shit upon. For shame.
In case I don't blog again before Tuesday, happy 21st birthday to me. Nest.
hermano's = hormone's
NSync = nosing
blog = bloc

Last summer my heart belonged to Montreal. This summer: all the cities of Cape Breton.

2005-08-28T23:54:00.000-06:00

I got back from Nova Scotia last week. I spent six days having the time of my life. I went to visit a friend that I met three years ago in Ottawa while participating in Encounters With Canada. I stayed with him, his girlfriend and his roommate in North Sydney and we had a jolly good time. I saw the Sydney Tar Ponds, I ate lobster and I made some new friends. Also, I'm moving there as soon as I can. I will build my nest in Nova Scotia.
In other news, I saw The 40-Year-Old Virgin tonight. It's a really funny movie and I highly recommend it.

Bonding over scalloped potatoes.

2005-07-10T09:17:00.000-06:00

In an age where everything is changing, where "funk" and "fat" have traded in the phonetic lovin' in favour of the cooler "ph", we can always rely on the simple pleasure of eating scalloped potatoes with a dozen of our closest friends. Allow me to explain (actually, I'd explain with or without your permission). A group of us went skydiving last weekend at Eden North Parachute School (advice: the middle set of outhouses smell the least). Provincials were going on, and it was a massive party (there were lemons). We got there on Canada Day (or "Canaday", according to Jo). We mostly kept to ourselves that night, as we had to get up bright and early for our skydiving class the next morning. The class was long, but it involved getting out of wooden airplanes for practice. Arch! Arch! Everyone in our little party did it (sauf ValiDic, but he never intended to jump in the first place and he is THE coolest valedictorian of all time). I am proud of us all, even those of us who blew away. I recommend skydiving, but beware, it's a lot more windy getting out of the plane than you'd think. Saturday night, we ripped it up with the real skydivers. It was a grand time. I'm a fan of Merlin the Seamstress.

Last night I was downtown and I enjoyed the company of people who enjoy tattoos. Then I ate a massive amount of tortellini when I got home.

Potatoes taste best when scrubbed with dirty SOS pads.

Now a word from our sponsor:

outhouses = outgoes

ValiDic = valet's

tortellini = turtleneck

People are disgusting, and here's Quizzie, part 2.

2005-06-26T23:15:00.000-06:00

Why would people wear five pounds of eye makeup to the eye doctor? Why? Why? I certainly don't want to touch it. It gets all over the equipment. Sick.

Quit your day job! and then Check out the Scoreboard!

Ok. I'm following the trend.

2005-06-25T00:37:00.000-06:00

Heather's Ego Trip (Part 1) and then Check out the Scoreboard!

Happy Birthday, Bloggie!

2005-06-18T20:29:00.000-06:00

My blog turned one this month. Maybe I should stop neglecting it so much.

I saw + I've seen = I seen. This is a hybrid that is not welcome in my life.

I got another tattoo yesterday. This makes me happy.

I'm jumping out of an airplane in two weeks. This makes me scared.

nest.

"We live on front porches and swing life away. We get by just fine here on minimum wage. If love is the labour, I'll slave 'til the end. I won't cross the street until you hold my hand." -Swing Life Away, Rise Against.

I wish I lived in the same world as that band. I'd like to get by just fine on minimum wage.

I am drooling and crying, both uncontrollably.

2005-04-30T18:42:00.000-06:00

j-roc left for Capetown today. I will not see him for four months. I am sad.

Family Guy starts again on Sunday. Wooo!

Meninges.

A Scruffian

2005-03-24T19:56:00.000-07:00

He was not in class today,
That poli sci brain,
He is a scruffian
With a scruffian mane.

He makes all his comments
With deepest sincerity,
He'll ask the right question
When questions are scarcities.

Verbal thoughts always relevant
To the topic at hand,
Yes of this scruffian
I am a huge fan.

He was not here today,
With his scruffian mane,
Poli sci stripped bare
Of his poli sci brain.

Hands of this poetic masterpiece. This gem's mine.

Stop Violating NAFTA

2005-03-14T19:17:00.000-07:00

assholes.

A Declaration that Rocked a Nation

2005-03-13T14:04:00.000-07:00

It's been awhile.

Well, I've decided that I no longer like dance clubs. That's right. Me, the person who loves to dance. I find them crowded and loud and hot and expensive (things that smart people have learned long ago). I will only go for birthdays, and otherwise only on rare occasions.

So those SU elections, eh? Everyone I ranked number one got elected with the exception of the presidential race. I think Lettner will do I good job. I put him as my #2 choice.

Ciao!

Move over, Jude Law.

2005-02-23T21:50:00.000-07:00

Greetings! As promised, here is the my list of the 50 sexiest men alive (or dead...I mean when they were alive. I'm not attracted to corpses). These are 50 men I don't know personally (except for #34), otherwise there would be more gay men on this list. At least two are gay, and four are dead. And it's not completely about looks, either (check out #20)

50. Jake Gyllenhaal: He was on People Magazine's list of the Sexiest Men Alive this year. He is Kirsten Dunst's ex-significant other. He was in The Good Girl with Jennifer Aniston, and I think he was in Donnie Darko as well. MMM Mm.
49. Chris Meloni: Elliot Stabler of Law & Order:SVU. He's balding slightly, but I've never been one to be attracted to conventionally good looking men. I don't know where I got this one, I don't even watch that show all that often.
48. Enrique Iglesias: His music sucks for the most part, but damn he's one good-looking individual.
47. George Clooney: A list of good-looking men would not be complete without this one (some would argue that it wouldn't be complete without Brad Pitt, either. Too bad.). One of two Georges.
46. Travis Barker: He's the drummer for Blink-182. He looks like Seth Green (#35) with tattoos and piercings.
45. Danny Masterson: Hyde of That 70's Show. The show is dead, and I haven't watched it for about three years. But I haven't forgotten.
44. Rick Campanelli: The Franchise. George Stroumboulopoulos said that he hoped Rick would be at Much forever. The station is targeted at 12-year-olds and people who wish that Much was MTV. And Rick has the Dick Clark syndrome. He will always be 12.
43. Brandon Lee: Bruce Lee's late son (I saw on Unsolved Mysteries once that people believed there was a curse on the family). He was a looker.
42. Ben McKenzie: Ryan of The O.C. He's short, and I like short men.
41. Nicholas Lea: Alex Krycek of The X-Files, one of my favourite shows on earth. He has really dark eyes. And he's thrown a few punches in David Duchovny's direction (when he was Mulder), so he gets points there.
40. Judd Nelson: Part of the brat pack. He played Bender in The Breakfast Club, my favourite movie.
39. Topher Grace: Eric Forman of That 70's Show. Again, I don't watch the show, but have you seen Win a Date with Tad Hamilton!? He's quality.
38. Jason Lee: He's been in a variety of different movies that I don't think people remember. I've only seen him in Heartbreakers.
37. Josh Duhamel: He is Tad Hamilton. Nice smile.
36. Jay Leno: Somewhat physically unappealing, but his is the only late night show I ever watch. I love headlines.
35. Seth Green: He's been in numerous movies, and he looks very good with black hair. His best performance was the remake of The Italian Job. He's the real Napster.
34. Oreo Cookies: Milk's favourite cookie. Heather's favourite cookie.
33. Sean Horcoff: So ugly that he's sexy. Don't ask me to explain that one.
32. Johnny Knoxville: The jackass himself. While everyone else on that show did way more stunts than he did, he's still rugged, rugged sexyman. He is supposedly cheating on his wife with Lindsay Lohan. But who isn't?
31. Pat Mastroianni: Joey Jeremiah from the days of Degrassi (well I think he's on the new ones, too). Everyone had a crush on Joey Jeremiah. Now he's larger and balder. But he's Joey Jeremiah, and he will be at Grant MacEwan on February 28th with Snake.
30. John Stamos: Speaking of oldies but goodies, here's Uncle Jesse of Full House. He's managed to stay attractive for a good number of years. I wonder if he dyes his hair.
29. Jonathan Torrens: Jonovision! He was also on Street Cents, back in the good old days of CBC after school shows. Speaking of...shows, he was also Gerald-with-a-hard-G on Joe Schmo 2. A funny man.
28. Jason London: 50% of the identical brothers London, he was in Jason and the Argonauts as well as Out Cold. He may have also been in Dazed & Confused, unless that was Jeremy London.
27. Eric Brewer: Former Oiler, #2. Sweet, sweet Eric Brewer.
26. Jon Stewart: I've seen his show twice, but I saw him in Playing by Heart with Gillian Anderson. He's good looking for a grey-haired man.
25. Prevail: 25% of Swollen Members, he has sexy hair. The bartender from Scholar's reminds me of him, as he also has sexy hair. I've seen Swollen Members live 3 times, and they're not all that good. But Prevail is hot. The end.
24. Rick Mercer: This man is hilarious, and I love him. He should do another Talking to Americans special. I would like that very much.
23. Ryan Reynolds: Van Wilder himself, and the sometime-to-be Mr Alanis Morisette. He was also in the last Blade movie, but I heard it was awful. I hated the first one.
22. Hawksley Workman: He played at both Stage 13 and Folk Fest last year. I saw him at the former, and he was awesome. And delicious. Fuck you you're drunk, and acting tough.
21. Tupac Shakur: I'm not a huge rap fan, but Tupac delivered a good message and he had a stunning physique. And nice eyes. Too bad he died. It's a shame, but remember: California knows how to party.
20. Rex Murphy: He's extremely physically unappealing, but his grasp of the English language is very sexy. VERY sexy. And his name is Rex. He's a good Rex, as opposed to the bad Rex.
19. Joe Strummer: Deceased for 2 or so years, Mr. Strummer was a musical god. A genius. Stroumbo said that while he was interviewing Joe Strummer one time, George would formulate his questions so that he could hear Strummer utter the words "The Clash". I love The Clash. Pass it on.
18. Jeremy Taggart: One of two remaining original members of Our Lady Peace, Jeremy is a wicked drummer. And I met him, sort of, at the Juno Cup last year. I have a picture. And they're amazing live. Jeremy wore knee-high socks when they played at Rexall in '03.
17. Kurt Cobain: Hmm, the pattern seems to be going dead-alive-dead-alive. Here we are again at dead. Cobain had a tragic life and his biography is very interesting. Also, he wrote some awesome songs. Go listen to 'Nevermind'. NOW.
16. Jeff "Anal" Probst: He has nice dimples and he hosts Survivor. It's sad that he no longer feels the need to walk through a forest and explain things to viewers, like how the mail system works. I miss season one.
15. Dan Savage: The sex guru. Dan Savage is the best sex columnist this world has to offer. He's funny and he makes fun of people. If it wasn't for his column, the word "Santorum" would not be as widly used as it is today. Here's to bursting like seed pods.
14. Greig Nori: The lead singer of Treble Charger. He puts on a good show. And he's hot. Just ask Dominic to do an imitation of my reaction to seeing Treble Charger live. You'll have to ask him, because I don't do the imitation for people I don't know that well. Unless I'm drunk.
13. Ben Kowalewicz: The lead singer of Billy Talent. I like his nasally voice. He looks like he could be the long-lost Culkin brother, but I don't care. He's still enjoyable to listen to/look at.
12. Ethan Zohn: The winner of Survivor: Africa and one of the babies of Survivor: All Stars. He has nice hair. And nice eyes.
11. Vince Vaughn: Normally I don't go for 6'5" tall men, but he's an exception. Very sexy in Dodgeball. Apparently he's been having secret rendez-vous's with Jennifer Aniston. They'd make pretty children.
10. Billie Joe Armstrong: The lead singer of Green Day. He may have freakishly short legs, but heck I'll take him anyway. Except he's married. Damn.
09. Johnny Depp: He's a permanent fixture on People's sexiest men issue. I have a nice poster of him on my wall. I bought it at the poster sale. He makes a sexy pirate.
08. Raine Maida: He's a peculiar-lookind individual, but he's a musical god and he has an awesome voice. He once wrote the best songs of his day. In 1994.
07. Ricky Ray: I miss Ricky Ray. Come back, Ricky Ray.
06. Anson Carter: I don't even know what team he was on last season, but my goodness what an appealing-looking individual he is.
05. Edward Norton: To get an idea od how attractive he is, watch The Score. You'll like him, especially if you like the look of weasels.
04. Pat Kelly: He was in Intern Academy and he made the movie, because let's face it, it wasn't all that good. He must wear scrubs all the time. For the rest of his life.
03. Zach Braff: Speaking of men in scrubs, here's another. He plays J.D on Scrubs. You may check out his blog by going to the sidebar.
02. Goran Visnjic: Gotta love those Croatian men. He's Dr. Kovac on ER. MM hmmm.
01. George Stroumboulopoulos: He's funny, he's smart and he has good taste in music. Aslo, he is insanely good looking. And I have pictures with him. Life is good.

So that's that, ladies and gents. I went to The World's Longest Hockey Game after they broke the record on Saturday. There was a large party, and there was a man there wearing a hat made out of a skunk.
On Monday night, Molly, CS and I had a Degrassi marathon slumber party. It was too much fun, let me tell you. I haven't had a slumber party in ages. Anyway, we watched the entire first season of Degrassi Junior High. It was awesome. they just don't make shows like they used to.

How could anyone heal after that?

2005-02-02T23:39:00.000-07:00

j-roc and I went to see Shake Hands With the Devil today in CAB as part of international week. It was a very powerful, well-done documentary. I cried a little bit, became angry quite a bit (due to the ongoing apathy by the Western world about the Rwandan genocide. Hardly anyone went to Rwanda for the 10-year anniversary). Roméo Dallaire did, of course, seeing as the documentary was about his experiences as a general there. Michael Enright and Stephen Lewis were also in the documentary. Lewis took the opportunity to open cans of Verbal Whoop-Ass in many directions. It was awesome.

Dominic told me yesterday of a comment made by our PM, PM. According to Dom, he said something along the lines of being uncomfortable with same-sex marriage as a Catholic, but as a politician he cannot deny the fact that it's a human rights issue so his religion cannot be brought into it. SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE. At least ol' Paulie gets it, which is more than I can say about Ralphie. I guess the Church of Rednecks don't get it.

To Nightmares and meninges, Gen. Dallaire will be a forever suffering man. Sweet dreams.

Enright = enrage

Here it goes...

2005-01-18T16:27:00.000-07:00

Name three names you go by:
1) Sick (or educated or crazy...) fuck
2) 8Track/H Track (the 'k' is optional)
3) nothing to see here.
Name three screen names you've had
1) Evil Genius
2) various quotes from songs
3) badger badger badger badger (mushroom! mushroom!)
Name three things you like about yourself
1) My wit and charm
2) My awesome taste in music
3) I'm dainty
Name three things you don't like about yourself
1) I am Procrastinate-o-tron (3000...the newest model)
2) I become enraged with people who use double negatives. I don't think that's normal.
3) I don't look my age.
Name three parts of your heritage
1) haggis
2) bagpipes
3) How about them peacekeepers, eh?
Name three things that scare you
1) monsters
2) small children
3) losing my friends to marriage
Name three of your everyday essentials
1) chocolate
2) music
3) Konrad, my guitar
Name three things you are wearing right now
1) socks
2) shoes
3) toque
I expected to get arrested momentarily. I'm in the computer lab in TB if you'd like to witness a scene.
Name three of your favourite bands or artists
1) Our Lady Peace
2) The Distillers
3) Oui oui oui Le Clash
Name three of your favorite songs at this moment:
1) Green Day - Boulevard of Broken Dreams
2) The Clash - Lost in the Supermarket
3) The Distillers - City of Angels
Name three new things you want to do in the next 12 months
1) George Stroumboulopoulos
2) Become a punk rock goddess
3) Go to Cortona
Name three things you want in a relationship
1) another person
2) COMMUNICATION
3) humour
Name two truths and one lie
1) I like pancakes
2) I dance whenever I am given the opportunity (Molly and I = Dance team machine)
3) I am Robert Duvall's biggest fan
Name three things about the opposite sex that attract you
1) tattoos and/or facial piercings
2) openmindedness
3) intelligence and the ability to avoid simple grammatical errors in speech and written work.
Name three things you just can't do:
1) oppose gay marriage
2) like the majority of rap music
3) turn green
Name three of your hobbies:
1) dancing
2) playing my guitar
3) writing stuff
Name three things that you want really badly right now
1) big shiny A's all across the board
2) Arby's
3) summertime
Name three careers you're considering
1) police officer
2) "musician"
3) professional napper
Name three places you want to go on vacation to
1) Fiji
2) Halifax
3) Vegas
Name three potential kids' names
1) no thank you
Name three things you want to do before you die
1) Happiness...but sadly it is not a fish that you can catch.
2) cure cancer
3) be involved in the destruction of R. Klein

Duvall's = devalues

openmindedness = evenhandedness

She had much wisdom. So did my teeth, but all good things must come to an end.

2005-01-09T23:45:00.000-07:00

Lois Hole passed away last week. It's weird. I can't recall if I ever actually met her. I know she spent a lot of time hanging around her greenhouse before she became Lt. Gov. My mother has many fond memories of her when she came around to the schools and such. A nice lady. A real gem.

I had my wisdom teeth removed last Wednesday. After I stopped vomiting everything (this brings us now to Saturday), I'm feeling all right, except my mouth hurts. I wouldn't wish that nausea on anyone (except Robert Duvall...but as Storyman from "Once Upon a Hamster" would say, "That's another story").

J.Mo's blog is a zombie blog. It lives, but he explains that it is a talking corpse (zombie).

I enjoy friendly crust - aceans.

Gingrich 1995?-Jan 1, 2005

2005-01-04T18:50:00.000-07:00

It was October 26, 1995. I went to the pet store that day with my mother to pick out a newt. It was my 11th birthday present. I had received an aquarium the previous day (my birthday), and I was excited beyond belief. I selected a small newt from the newt aquarium in the store (Paradise Pets). We brought the nameless newt home and my father and/or brother suggested I name the newt Gingrich. At eleven, I had no idea who Newt Gingrich was, but that name was as good as any. She became 'Gingy' very quickly.

Over the 9 years, 2 months and six days that she lived with us, Gingy did not grow at all, which is why i put a question mark by her birth year. She could have been five for all we knew. She would sit on her rock looking regal as she basked under the glow of the lamp. I was told that newts are expected to shed their skin twice per year. I think Gingy shed her skin maybe 3 times since coming to live with us. Like every other pet we've ever had, Gingy was slightly defective. She always had a hard time finding her food. At times I'd get so frustrated, I'd just end up putting the pellet in her mouth as soon as she opened it.

A few months ago, Gingy developed a mighty bulge on her neck. It didn't seem to bother her at all, so I started calling it the neck tumour and didn't really do anything about it. A month or so later, she started bulging all over. As I recently learned, she was developing something called "newt bloat". When she started bulging all over, I went to the pet store to see what I could do. They suggested a bubbler, so I diligently set it up for her. It did no good. She looked disgusting, but she was still acting like her normal self. Then, two weeks ago, she was so bloated that she couldn't ever open her mouth to eat. I started panicking and I was afraid that we ere going to have to find some humane way of putting her to sleep. Better than starving to death. But that was not necessary. I came home from my Grandma's house on New Year's day, and she had passed away in the corner. So Gingrich, you were a good newt. You will be missed.

Newts don't have tentacles!

Too bad she's the size of Alaska.

2004-12-30T13:50:00.000-07:00

I am speaking of my 9 1/2 year old newt, Gingrich. She has developed newt bloat and it makes me sad.

Our Christmas went well. We had family over and all was well. We got Cranium for Christmas and my parents, Stephen and I played it the other night. Surprise parties, anyone?

The turmoil in my life is on a break right now...not like we ever stop talking about it, but at least I don't have to experience it for awhile.

I'm owning my classes so far, just waiting for one more mark to come in. I'm so proud of myself.

I look outside and I say this: fuck you clouds (or clown, depending on who you ask).

Nest!

Happy holidays!

Yesterday, I decided to aim for law school.

2004-12-07T17:11:00.000-07:00

Then I immediately changed my mind. We all know that the prospect of me in law school is ridiculous.

I read in The Edmonton Journal today that there are American soldiers in Iraq suing the American government for keeping them there longer than their duty supposedly required them to stay. I'm too lazy to provide a link, but you'll find it buried somewhere in the front section of today's paper.

It's cold outside and my life is in turmoil. I give my support to the Human Hibernation Party.

6 Days and Counting...

2004-12-06T15:46:00.000-07:00

That is how many days before the Survivor finale.

My team consists of Julie, Chris and Twila. j-roc's team consists of those who are not Julie, Chris or Twila. 3 to 2 in my favour.
Jason Night:1
Heather: 5$ richer. That is how it's going to be.

At any rate, we had our plastic factory Christmas party on Friday night. It was interesting. Much drama, as usual. On Saturday, it was Sierra's 19th birthday bash. We started at the Savoy on Whyte, then went to the Druid. It was a good time.

Blah I have neglected most extra-curricular activities for work and illness.
Next week: How Heather Got her Groove and/or nest back.

I am...

2004-12-02T13:00:00.000-07:00

Pierre Berton died (please read The secret World of Og...very good book). I am sad.

Our Liberal Candidate beat out the PC incumbent in the Nov. 22 Provincial election. I am happy.

St. Albert smells like poo today. I am displeased.

I'd make a mental note, but I wasted my mental notepad with doodles.

2004-11-08T16:37:00.000-07:00

I care not for this weather.

I had my birthday shindig on Saturday, almost two weeks after the fact. Molly, j-roc (king of Academia), Rosis, Junibper, A and I went to The Iron Horse (where it was sick crowded). BAD and Tito came after work. It was mostly a good time.

I ran into ML today, and she told me of plans for a St. Albert pub crawl. Clearly the best idea EVER. Who wouldn't want to experience Lion & Crow, Blind Pig Pub and LB's all in the same night (clearly we'd also be going Yesterday's, O'Maille's and Crown & Tower, but I go to those places on occasion. Of course they still deserve to be made fun of)?

My English 112 prof e-mailed everyone in the class about a rally for post secondary education going on on the corner of 109 st. and Jasper Ave on November 18th from 3-5pm. I plan on attending. Care to join?

Excuse me while I keep on truckin'.

I enjoy night time soap operas

2004-11-05T01:04:00.000-07:00

Which is why I taped The O.C.

Somebody searched "Hal Johnson body break bio" and came across my blog. I've also had many hits by people searching for George Stroumboulopoulos. I'm too lazy to actually write anything of significance.

My top 10 favourite things this week:
10. When characters from tv shows/movies stay inside the tv show/movie and don't spread all over the internet.
9. My guitar
8. Our Lady Peace & The Clash
7. That Ami might soon be voted out of Survivor
6. A cartoon in The Gateway showing George Bush getting ready to eat a baby.
5. j-roc's statement about Whoopi Goldberg not having eyebrows.
4. The fact that Dominic cracked open his laptop in Tory Atrium so that we could search for pictures of Whoopi Goldberg to see if this was in fact true.
3. Lunch.
2. My cat, (nicknamed by my brother) Commander Snuggles (because she's extremely un-snuggly).
1. Life

The phone is for you, Mr. Strummer. It's London calling.

2004-11-03T15:30:00.000-07:00

Ah, political woe number one.

Well, it's all been said. It's all been done, and war still came in at number one.

Stay tuned for political woe number 2, coming to a blog near you on November 22nd.

And I live by the river.

Quarter Life Crisis

2004-10-28T14:15:00.000-06:00

So I turned 20 the other day. It was mildly exciting.

Three Things I Learned This Week:
1. Dominic and I are the only ones who don't like Clockwork Orange .
2. Hal Johnson and Joanne McLeod of Body Break have been married for six years.
3. Bio Sci building = worst building EVER.

As promised, here are Mr. Stroumboulopoulos's thoughts on a subject from his talk at Grant MacEwan. I will not quote him directly in most cases. He is cool.

George on the subject of the "Mrs. Stroumboulopoulos" t-shirt:
The first time he saw it, it was on a man. Also, he said that he wanted to get one for his mom. If he had his way, it would have said "Mistress Stroumboulopoulos", although I'm assuming not on the one that he'd give to his mom.

That's all for now, so until next time, keep fit and have fun.

Yesterday was chilly. Today is freezing. Tomorrow...the white plague.

2004-10-16T14:26:00.000-06:00

The white poo is again upon us. It's too early for this kind of behaviour from the heavens.

I worked at El Factory last night. I was in the printing department (aka the domain of BAD and Tito). I was paired with someone good though, so the time went pretty quickly. I find myself in printing a lot these days. Ah, and good news for me. Ding dong, the Human Resources queen is gone.

Getting to the point (or tentacle as they say in some cultures) of this post...
If you are an eligible St. Albert voter, click here.
If you are an eligible Edmonton Ward 5 voter, click here.
If you are aware that there is a country called "The United States of America", click here.

Good snowy day to you all.

Doesn't Anybody Ever Know That the World's a Subway?

2004-10-12T22:14:00.000-06:00

Those, of course, are the lyrics to Superman's Dead by Our Lady Peace. That is the song that came blaring out of my clockradio on Monday morning.
"That's weird," I thought to myself, "CKUA (the station that my clockradio has selected for itself this month) never plays Our Lady Peace."
Then I learned the morbid reason for which it was playing. Superman did die. I felt sad as I finished listening to OLP, then to The Crash Test Dummies (Dummy or Dummies, I don't know which)'s Superman. That one was a little bit more appropriate for the circumstances, seeing that OLP (or"wolves' " if you will)'s song doesn't really have much to do with Superman himself. It's about the loss of childhood innocence, as far as I can tell.

Christopher Reeve, may people continue to push for spinal cord research.

I'm Guilty of Theft. Also, I Still Have Writer's Block and I Suck at Formal Debating.

2004-10-08T03:40:00.000-06:00

"Stripped of the right to be a human in control. It's warmer in Hell, so down we go." -The Distillers, City of Angels

The Writer's Block: You'll have to excuse me, I'm playing with colours. It's sometime at night. Time is creeping closer to the time that I leave for school. I don't feel like sleeping at the moment, so I'm working on my English essay (Ok, not right at this moment. I'm taking a break). I've had a block on my thoughts for over a week now. My essay has been suffering, and although I attend Gateway opinion meetings religiously, I have yet to submit anything. There are projects in the works. I got one of my ideas from spotting someone's crude attempt at spray-painting male genitalia on a wooden fence. It's in the works.

The Part Where I Suck at Formal Debating: I debated for the first time ever on Wednesday. I got schooled. Slaughtered. Owned. But I did it.

The Part Where I'm Guilty of Theft: I could also call it "An Evening With George Stroumboulopoulos". That's what it said on the posters we took from the walls of Grant MacEwan. But it was technically after The Evening with George Stroumboulopoulos. Photos of George and I are coming soon to a blog near you, provided I can locate some kind of scanner. Seriously though, this guy is a freaking awesome speaker. He's extremely intelligent, knows all of his facts about many, many bands, he's funny and really interesting. He talked for about 2 hours, including questions from the group. I could have listened to him for hours. He had conversations with every person there, I think. He signed autographs and posed for pictures. He is a friend of Jeremy Taggart, or "teacart" if you prefer (Who he says was an amazing drummer, even at the age of 14), of OLP. And his favourite Edmonton band? The Wednesday Night Heroes , although he said that he liked The Mad Bombers Society too. Jo and I went, and I think we both had a great time. Holy shit, I met George Stroumboulopoulos.

"I remember that it rained for years, and the blood had left a stain."

Do You Ever Have the Urge to Rap in French?

2004-10-07T13:05:00.000-06:00

This one is for Dominic (that's Dr. Cinnamon Sticks to you).

La tribu de Dana

Le vent souffle sure les plaines de la Bretagne armoricaine.
Je jette un dernier regard sure ma femme, mon fils et mon domaine.
Akim, le fils de forgeron, est venu me chercher;
Les druides ont décidé de mener le combat dans la vallée.
Là où tous nos ancêtres, de géants guerriers celtes,
Après de grandes batailles se sont imposés en maîtres.
C'est l'heure maintenant de défendre notre terre
contre une armée de Simériens prête à croiser le fer.
Toute la tribu s'est réunie autour des grands menhirs
pour invoquer les dieux afin qu'ils puissent nous bénir.
Après cette prière avec mes frères, sans faire état de zèle,
les chefs nous ont donné à tous des gorgées d'hydromel,
Pour le courage, pour pas qu'il y ait de faille,
Pour rester grands et fiers quand ne serons dans la bataille.
Car c'est la première fois pour moi que je pars au combat
Et j'espère être digne de la tribu de Dana.

[refrain:]
Dans la vallée (oh oh) de Dana (la li la la)
Dans la vallée (oh oh) j'ai pu entendre les échos
Dans la vallée (oh oh) de Dana (la li la la)
Dans la vallée (oh oh), des chants de guerres près des tombeaux.

Après quelques incantations de druides et de magie,
Toute la tribu, le glaive en main, courait vers l'enemi.
La lutte était terrible et je ne voyais que les ombres,
Tranchant l'enemi qui revenait toujours en surnombre.
Mes frères tombaient l'un après l'autre devant mon regard,
Sous les poids des armes que possédaient tous ces barbares,
Des lances, des haches et des epées dans le jardin d'Eden
qui écoulait du sang sur l'herbe verte de la plaine.
Comme ces jours de peine, où l'homme se traîne
à la limite du règne du mal et de la haine.
Fallait-il continuer ce combat déja perdu?
Mais telle était la fierté de toute la tribu.
La lutte a continué comme ça jusqu'au soleil couchant,
De férocité extrême en plus d'acharnement;
Fallait défendre la terre de nos ancêtres enterrés là,
Et pour toutes les lois de la tribu de Dana.

[au refrain]

Au bout de la vallée on entendait le son d'une corne,
D'un chef enemi qui rappelait toute sa horde.
Avait-il compris qu'on lutterait même en enfer

et qu'à la tribu de Dana appartenaient ces terres?

Les guerriers repartaient, je ne comprenais pas

Tout le chemin qu'ils avaient fait pour arriver là,

Quans mon regard se posa tout autour de moi,

J'étais le seul débout de la tribu; voilà pourquoi

Mes doigts se sont écartés tout en lâchant mes armes,

Et le long de mes joues se sont mises à couler mes larmes.

Je n'ai jamias compris pourquoi les dieux m'ont épargneé

De ce jour noir de notre histoire que j'ai contée.

Le vent souffle toujours sur la Bretagne armoricaine

Et j'ai rejoint ma femme, mon fils et mon domaine.

J'ai tout reconstruit de mes mains pour arriver là,

Je suis devenu le roi de la tribu de Dana.
-Manau

Ah, the horrors of war.

Oh Dear

2004-10-03T04:32:00.000-06:00

Well, if there's one motto I live by, "Always get ridiculously shitfaced in front of people you don't know all that well" would be it. And still am. But by myself now. Oh dear.

Well it was a Saturday. Wait. I played "bingo" with Molly yesterday night. Then I woke up this morning (LATE...9:30) and went to university for a debate tournament. It was a smashing good time. After that I went home, got ready, and Molly and I went to Scholar's. 50 cent highballs. I love to love them. There was a Gateway gathering there. In comes the drunk in front of people I don't know part. I was feeling the love, but others probably were not. It was sad. I also yelled at
him about leaving his blog to the wolves. "You realize I'm sober, right?" I did not realize.

It was suggested by someone that my brother and I enter a debate tournament, to create a Smith team. It's funny, because I've never debated in my life and Stephen used air quotation marks when calling himself a pro. Clearly we're going to be the underdogs. If there's one thing that movies have taught me, it's that the underdogs always win. Perhaps they will make a movie about it, to the tune of Cool Runnings or The Mighty Ducks. I'd watch it. The room is spinning. I'd like disembark, please.

I Hate My English Class!

2004-09-29T14:20:00.000-06:00

I really do. It is full of people who still believe that they're in high school. The other day they were giggling about their 18th birthdays. They're loud and obnoxious and they interrupt the prof on a regular basis. Maybe they should think about shutting the hell up once in a while.

Also, I hate Anglo-Saxon poetry. I'm glad that Beowulf dies at the end. Once finished Beowulf, we will be starting Othello. I hate Shakespeare, too. At least I studied Othello in high school English class. I should have paid better attention.

In other news, I only lost by two pie pieces when Stephen and I played Trivial Pursuit on Monday night. Mmmm, pie.

Think about constructing yourself a nest today. It will be worth the effort of branch collecting.

"Fuck you, you're drunk and trying to act tough."

2004-09-22T20:46:00.000-06:00

Ah, Mr. Workman.

So I went to school today with an uzi...oh wait, no I didn't. I did go to school today, though. Without a pen. A kind soul by the name of j-roc (or "The Impaler" as he insists on being called now) let me use one of his ("Do you want the dirty one? No, wait, I want the dirty one.") in history class. History was fairly uneventful today, with the prof who has the "Petr Nedved" syndrome. I'd like to buy him (my prof...well, Petr too if he wants one) a vowel.
I attended my second Debate Society meeting today. It was fun. I will now go through another stage of my life as "Steve Smith's sister". But it's ok, because I have respect for both of my brothers. I wonder why I'm never known as "Mark Smith's sister". Perhaps because that is not his real name. At any rate, Stephen and I have basically the same hairstyle and we get along well. Yes, it's ok that that(the sibling relationship, not the hair)'s mostly what I'm known for.
In other news, the upcoming municipal election has interrupted my plan for the demise of Klein as premier. We have a huge pack of candidates. Why won't they announce the dates of the forums?
I'm tired and distracted, so I apologize for the fact that this post is messily written. Hopefully things will improve when the sun comes up. Not likely though. I have to spend all weekend putting handles on buckets.

Right Wing Nut Job

2004-09-19T14:13:00.000-06:00

1.This is what's wrong with the blog community.
2. Things are getting pretty heated here.

"Skepticism and humility...are like the Scully and Mulder of science."

2004-09-17T15:08:00.000-06:00

Well because of the comment involving The X-Files, my psych 104 prof has acquired "Favourite Prof" status in my books. Actually he already had it, but this makes him even cooler than he already was.
Let's talk now about my bus experiences today. Most won't find them particularly interesting (well those in St. Albert might find it interesting, only because I will make mention of a legendary driver and how he ended an era). Too bad. First off, I was riding the A1 toward the general direction of my house (after the jolly tour of Heritage Lakes), and the driver would not exceed 20 km/hour. Except in school zones (those of Ecole La Mission and Albert Lacombe). He sped up to about 50km/hour or so in them.
Ah, Mullet Man. Take a moment to ponder your past experiences, those of you who have met him. What adjectives come to mind? Well, I had heard rumours of a recent action of his, but today I saw the aftermath of the action with my own eyes. He CUT OFF HIS FREAKIN' MULLET! It's the end of an era. Excuse me while I go shed tears for the lost hair. Also, I'm going to drown my sorrows with the consumption of much liquor, because it's Junibper's 19th birthday. Happy birthday, bucko!

Hockey and Zach Braff

2004-09-14T13:23:00.000-06:00

The connections between the two are endless. Just kidding. First, let's start with hockey. Because this is Canada, that's why. Anyway, for those of you who live in the same time zone as I do, you can catch the Canada vs. Finland final at 5pm on CBC. But those of you who care already know that. Let's whip out the red and white.
I went to breakfast with Dominic this morning. We went to Muggn'z (or "muggings", according to Spell Check), keeping the tradition (from when we worked at DQ) alive. I of course ordered extra hashbrowns. Anyway, he told me that Zach Braff ("zag" and "brave", respectively) has a blog (judging by the number of comments in the comment section, I am the last person on Earth to discover this. Because there are 1300 people on Earth.). A blog! Well, my respect for him just went through the roof, let me tell you. Celebrities and blogs. Like chocolate sauce and ice cream. Like Mulder and Scully. And he's good-looking. In the first few posts, he seems to have a phobia of the apostrophe, but in the most recent post that seems to have been fixed. I will be putting a link up to his blog shortly, even though everyone already knows about it. As Dom pointed out, Zach Braff looks good in Scrubs. The clothes and the show.
I dropped Drama 101 already, after attending the class once. I decided within the first twenty minutes. I already have enough essays to write for History and English, I don't need to write ones about plays too, thank you very much. I'm still in Drama 149 next term. That one involves acting.
Here's to hoping we don't get another bout of snow until at least November.

Singing Songs of Love to Pass the Time

2004-09-12T16:17:00.000-06:00

That is a line from a good song, Songbird, by the brothers Gallagher and their band, Oasis. For those of you who still contribute money to the music industry, you may find this song on the CD Heathen Chemistry.
Jo and I went to see Intern Academy last night. It was exactly as I has expected. Choppy plot, implausible situations and Dave Thomas (not the Wendy's one. He's dead). It also had poop jokes, sex jokes, strippers and stunts involving airborne human organs. Fortunately, I find those things humourous. Also there was an actor, Pat Kelly, who looks adorable in scrubs (It's a guy, for those of you wondering about the merits of my brother's claims). He's the reason I'd buy the DVD, and I suspect that the movie will be out on DVD shortly.
After the movie and dancing at Wal-Mart, we went to McDonald's to get McFlurries. And we ate them with the music on in the car. Ooops! The battery died. This was at 2:30 in the morning, so I called Dominic to lend a helping hand. "Do you always call people at 2:30 in the morning?" he asked. The answer is yes. Anyway, Dom (being the good friend that he is) drove his mighty mighty Chevrolet out to the parking lot to lend a helping hand to Jo's mighty mighty Honda. There will be a home-made card in it for Dom (aka Mr. Sutherland), as those are my specialty.
Good day to you.

"Then she flew away into the night"

Revolutions, Corrections and Hate Mail

2004-09-10T14:59:00.000-06:00

I was walking home from the bus (the 203 and then the A3) yesterday morning at about 11:45 am. It seemed surreal, with the branches all over the ground and the quiet calm of the outdoors. Robins were everywhere, panic-stricken and noisy. Snow is evil.
Jo has joined the "blog revolution" as she calls it. You may read more about revolutions on her newborn blog, Singing Out Loud When the Sun Came Up.
I would just like to correct myself about something I said on my previous post. Escape Goat did not lose his luggage, rather the airline provided that service for him, let's hope free of charge.
If you remember a few posts ago, I mentioned receiving a harsh letter from the plastic factory where I work. It was about absenteeism, and I had missed four days of work in November because I had strep throat. I also mentioned that I would post it up here if I could find it. Well, I was cleaning my room yesterday and guess what? It's your lucky day, readership, because I found it!
Here it is (received on Aug 20/04):

RE:Absenteeism

With your most recent absence commencing on August 18, 2004, your absenteeism record has been reviewed. Absenteeism, whether for sickness or for any other reason, with its associated disruptions in the Company's operations, cannot be tolerated on an ongoing basis.
This letter is to confirm to you the seriousness with which [name of company I work for] views your absenteeism record. Your overall attendance continues to be a significant concern to us. We expect that you will take whatever measures are necessary for you to improve your attendance record.
As an employee of [name of company I work for] you are expected to perform the full duties and responsibilities of your position on a consistent and regular basis. I encourage you to take whatever steps necessary to improve your attendance record. If there is some explanation for your por attendance, I suggest you discuss that with me and if I can do anything to assist you in attending work on a more regular basis, please do not hesitate to contact me. Your position requires your commitment to attend your scheduled shifts, as frequent absences are disruptive to the efficient operations of the Company.
You have now advised us that you are ready and able to return to work and commence your normal duties. If you have any questions or concerns regarding this matter, please feel free to contact me at [phone number of company I work for].

Sincerely,
[person in charge of HR]

And did I ever have questions and concerns.
Anyway, it's Molly's (spell check says: mollusk) 20th tonight, and I'm going to party it up now...

Let me out Before I Catch Malaria!

2004-09-08T23:09:00.000-06:00

Welcome to the jungle. And a jungle is was. I had my university orientation on Monday. I got my onecard, and I look like a convict in the picture. Also, I learned the Arts cheer. I did learn it, but I've forgotten it already. I do, however, know that it's NOT "Would you like fries with that?" as suggested by someone.
I lost my orientation group somewhere in the clubs fair. Perhaps it was because I neglected to go to the designated meeting spot at the designated time. But who's keeping track? The choir booth tried to get me to join, but I politely declined on the basis that I'm really not very musical at all and I cannot sing a single note on key. Maybe I should have joined just to make them sorry. But I have nothing against choirs.
I started university today. That was mildly exciting. I rode the bus with Jo and Nikki this morning (j-roc and J. Mo were too good for us, getting on the first bus at St. Albert Centre). Then I rode with ML, Rosis and J. Mo on the way home.
Ah yes. There was a mass e-mail sent out by J...henceforth knows as "Escape Goat" on this blog (I prefer using names that are more fun for people, rather than the first letter of the first name). The poor guy lost his luggage. He has set up a travel blog, and you may visit it here. You may be in Ecuador, Escape Goat, but you have just entered Nerddom City limits. Welcome to blog country!
I was half-listening to CBC Radio One this evening, and it was said that Putin (Spell-check says:Patina) was going to go for Preemptive strikes against terrorists in Chechnya (and Saskatchewan, for those of you who watched Ricker Mercer's Talking to Americans one hour special a few years back). Maybe the Russians should cast preemptive strikes against the American terrorists, also. It's only a matter of time before the USA (assuming President Evil gets re-elected) decides that there's some kind of resource worth stealing in Russia in their quest for world domination. "Uhh, nucular, nucular...Putin's terrorists have become a threat to our country. Nucular." Yes, I am aware that I'm being quite extreme for those of you planning on assaulting the comments section.
In other news, if you would like to read a brief history of St. Albert politics, you may visit What is the point of this story. You will find the link on the side bar.
I'm going to bed now.

A Night to Remember...

2004-09-04T03:28:00.000-06:00

First of all, I take my hat off to J. Mo for a few reasons:
1) He finally updated his blog, When Rhetoric Dies .
2) He posted an angry post on the blog of George W.'s bitch, The Angry Pen
3) He was a killer partner at Apples to Apples. Pirhanas are always sensual. In the same way that high school bathrooms are timeless and desperate.

Ah yes, it was time to bid farewell to J, who is going to South America for 8 months. There was a surprise party held for J at Jo's house. He had no idea. Priceless. There were games of Twister played, liquor, Spanish rice and wings were consumed. There was also a group effort karaoke of "Wonderwall" by Oasis.

I noticed something (besides the fact that nest is by far the best word in the English language) recently. It's September. Shit, shit, shit. Well I can't think anymore. Too much liquor and too much Hugh " Apparently he's a snail" Grant.

Gaelic:The Language of Champions

2004-09-02T02:28:00.000-06:00

I realized something today. In one week, my life will change and it will never be the same. Last week I was working two jobs. This week I'm hardly working and I have been spending money like my name's Nick Lysyk ("loses" is the best thing Spell Check could come up with). Next week is when I begin my baby steps into the real world. Please let me be one of those babies who never grows up (like a Toys R' Us baby).
I was thinking about my heritage the other day. When I was nine, my family made a trip out to Europe. We visited several places, including Scotland. Fast-forward ten years. My father walks around in a kilt and plays the bagpipes. What do I do that's true to my heritage? Do I grab my last name and squeeze it for all it's worth? NO! I do fuck all. And my children, should I decide to have some, will do even less than fuck all (I don't know exactly what scale "fuck all" lands on, so it's difficult to determine if a value that is less than "fuck all" exists. For the benefit of my blog and I, I will say that there is.) in the name of Scotland.
But that's life, and I'm tired.

Never Apologize for the way that you Live your Life

2004-08-30T11:53:00.000-06:00

Now that my internet has stopped being ridiculously slow for no reason, I can update my precious blog. Oh, how I missed it. Too bad I'm so damn impatient.
On Tuesday, I received hate mail from the factory. The letter basically claimed that I was a delinquent about showing up for work. Hmmm, well I was sick for four days in November, for which I brought in a doctor's note. I had strep throat and I was contagious. I was twenty minutes late once, with no excuse and then a couple of weeks ago, I was two hours late because I was in a car accident (and they don't count absences for car accidents). If I can find the letter again I will put it up on here.
On Saturday, it was my parents' twenty-eighth wedding anniversary. Congratulations! My parents, Stephen and I went out for dinner. Afterwards, I went to Whyte with Molly and Tito. We wanted to get into Thirsty Turtle because Hot R was working there, but the line was too long so we went to Stolli's. It sucks. Then we headed back to St. Albert and we went to Mlee's house party, where BAD showed up eventually. Anyway, the night was a bust.
The Music Guru came back from Toronto a week or so ago, and I finally saw him last week at work. He brought me back a shirt the says "Mrs. Stroumboulopoulos" on it. It's my new favourite shirt.
I'd like to now direct your attention to the post "H. Smith's Review of The Village". If you look in the Comment section, you will find a comment that caused me to roll on the floor in laughter. You may not find it as hilarious, but it's definitely worth a mention. Jason Night: 1, M. Night: 0.
Last of all, you may notice I now have links to other blogs. If you are on that list and do not like your place on that list, it's Stephen's fault. I would also like to thank Stephen for putting them up there for me.
And George should change his last name from Stroumboulopoulos to Stormbound.

Stay Tuned for September Birthdays and Announcements!

Oskar, May you Rest in Peace.

2004-08-25T00:35:00.000-06:00

I bought a hamster from the pet store two weeks ago. I named her Oskar. She developed a hamster illness and then she died on Friday. Life's not fair.
I have two more days of work at the doctor's office downton. It will be weird not being there. Today my co-workers bought two Funky Pickle (and I do love Funky Pickle) pizzas for lunch. Good times.
This is a pointless post, but I'm somewhat of an addict.
I hate most people who work at the plastic factory. Ok not most, but some. I'm getting mighty tired of that fucking place.

Take your nest and shove it!

And He Thinks the Pen is Angry...

2004-08-21T18:33:00.000-06:00

So I have started blog surfing. I have found quite a few interesting blogs in my travels. Once Stephen teaches me how to use the language of html, I will put the list up. I also found a blog of a devoted Bush-lover. A person who seems to believe that Bush had only the good of the Iraqi people on his mind when he invaded their country. No, it's not intelligencethatcannotevenrivalpondscum.blogspot.com as you might have expected. You may visit the blog of "Angry Pen" at angrypen.blogspot.com .
In other news, I have finally finished my time table for university. This is mildly exciting. However, my bank account balance will drop significantly as I will go from working every waking hour of my life and making money to working and paying this institute of learning they call "University of Alberta" large sums of money. I cannot wait.

Have a good day. Please use the word meninges as much as possible today.

Job Number Three: Crash Test Dummy?

2004-08-20T14:58:00.000-06:00

Look at how I can rhyme! So, I made it in one of the local papers. Good for me. Pictures of my parents' broken minivan along with my broken soul (ok, so unless you boast super human senses, you probably can't actually see my soul in the picture...). Yes, I was involved in a vehicle accident on Wednesday, and I want to curl up and die. Thank you to the newspaper photographers for ignoring people's need for privacy in times of distress. I guess that's their job. The caption under the picture had an interesting spelling of the word "collision". The St. Albert Gazette's disease preventing them from being able to spell must be contagious.

I feel like shit.

Heather's Blog Goes Triple Platinum in Malaysia

2004-08-15T20:45:00.000-06:00

...and in the United Arab Emirates. By "triple platinum", I of course mean that one person from each of those places has visited my blog.
Anyway, I saw a commercial the other day that pissed me off (this is nothing new, as many commercials enrage me). This particular commercial started out with a mother behind glass, with her crying daughter on the other side. It was set up to look like a prison. The daughter asks her mom through tears, "When will you get out?". It got my attention. I thought maybe it was an anti-drug commercial or something, showing what happens to you if you continue to use/traffic drugs when you're a parent.
Then the camera pulls back and we see the mother is actually behind a shower door, setenced to a life of scrubbing soap scum because she selected the incorrect brand of cleaner.
Well, the commercial did a good job of catching my interest, but it made me feel manipulated and dirty. Also, I forget what brand of cleaner it was advertising. Maybe it was Vim.
I hope I never see this commercial again.

The Word of the Day?
Tentacle!

Spell Check Says
Heather's -> Heaters
Sentenced -> Satanist

And Welcome to the Family

2004-08-09T23:12:00.000-06:00

I acquired three frogs today. I named them Mason, Avery and Finch. Names I would never name a child, but nothing against people who have named their children those names.

H. Smith's Review of The Village

2004-08-07T15:35:00.000-06:00

So, j-roc (aka Teen Wolf) and I went to see The Village on Thursday night. I'm still undecided about how many stars I would give it. Ok so I guess it can't be a real review if I can't even decide how many stars to give (or suns, if we were The Edmonton Sun...but hey, it's a Duff job), well not a review like Dan Kaszor 's review of White Chicks in See Magazine, anyway (best movie review EVER). I won't be claiming that anybody in the movie resembles burn victims.
Ok, but here it goes.
Shyamalan (or "Jay", the man behind the desk)'s films seem to decrease in, how shall I put it, goodness. He has four of them to date, as far as I know. He also likes to use the same actors in more than one of his films (I'm thinking here of Bruce Willis and Joaquin Phoenix, but there are other, more minor ones as well). The Sixth Sense was amazing. Unbreakable was pretty good also. I had mixed feelings about Signs, just like I did with The Village.
As the movie opens, we see a man burying his son as the rest of the yellow-loving villagers looks on. The movie gets creepy as we start to see signs that Those-They-Do-Not-Speak-Of have returned to the village. Then we see a wart hog dressed in a red (the forbidden colour...is that ever explained?) robe with what appear to be porcupine quills sticking out from its back. All cheesiness breaks loose.
The thing about M. Night Shyamalan (no relation to Jason Night Shyamalan, although he also has a village. And it features Trapt) movies is that once you see the twist (there is, of course, a twist in this one as well. It makes the cloaked hogs slightly less cheesy, but not much.), the little details in the preceding scenes of the movies all come together and make perfect sense. Not so in The Village. There are parts I still do not understand (and according to some the brain tickle website, my IQ is 129). It's a tragic love story, all because the Village Idiot is homicidal.
The acting wasn't bad, although I'm sure how much the actors had to act (except Bryce Dallas Howard, daughter of Ron Howard, as I don't thinks she's actually blind), seeing as Adrien Brody is already an idiot of his own little chauvinistic village anyway.
Not much of a review, I know. Here's my advice: if you didn't liked Signs, don't see this movie. If you did, give it a shot. Maybe you can explain it to me.

A Blog is Born
Fell free to visit J.Mo's blog, http://www.festivalofpeace.blogspot.com.

Birthdays
I neglected to mention Jules's birthday on June 25. She turned 19. Happy LATE birthday! Also, Marina turned 19 on July 17. I saw you and your birthday, but happy birthday again.

Shyamalan?
I believe I meant to put 'chameleon'. Thank goodness for spell check.

Big Story: Bush Receives Brain (and John Kerry won three Purple Hearts)

2004-08-05T21:30:00.000-06:00

First of all, if you have no idea where I got this title from, click here .
Second of all, simply mentioning John Kerry will net me more blog visits.
Third of all, Stephen thinks he can hog the fruit flies to himself. He is terribly mistaken. If he has not posted about the fruit flies, I will look like a ridiculous fool .
Well, the Smith household is being over-run by wasps, fruit flies and turtles who make me hungry for cookies (okay, there's only one of those). What's next? I suspect goats, but no one can be sure.
New (and by 'new', I mean 'old') News: Males are ridiculous. BAD and Tito had started a discussion about whether or not they could consume a brick of cheese or a watermelon in an hour, or something to that effect. I would argue that it would be easier to eat the cheese than to eat the watermelon in an hour. But it's their game.
It is now that I wish I was American. I would love to vote in their little (ok huge) election. I'm an addict.
In other news...

Word of the Day
Today's word is Nest. There you go, Stephen. The screensaver is right for a day.

Interesting Fact
If you perform a spell check on your post, the dictionary does not recognize the word 'blog'. Also, the word 'watermelon' (if you spell it incorrectly as 'watermellon') should be replaced by the word 'adrenaline' .

So long, I'm off to see M. Night Shyamalan's The Village.

I Left my Heart in Montréal

2004-08-02T18:58:00.000-06:00

It's been a while.
I just got back from Montréal where I attended my cousin's wedding. I left my heart there because I fell in love (no, not with some French guy) with the city. My cousin, Bex, and I have decided to move there eventually.
Anyway, a couple weekends ago I went on a pub crawl organized by Tito's friend, Hot R. I went with Molly, Tito, BAD, Jared, Garlic Pants and Clay Aiken, just to name a few. We went to Thirsty Turtle, The Druid, Escape and Armoury. It was a good time. I didn't injure anybody this time. I just consumed a lot of McDonald's.
Another thing that happened in the last few weeks: one of my crazy friends from Cape Breton called me. I haven't talked to him forever, so it was great that he called. Farwell is doing sound for Our Lady Peace next spring, the lucky mofo.
My cousin got married in Montréal on Saturday. It was an amazing time...shopping and partying all weekend. And I love my family to death. They're the most amazing people I have ever met.
I haven't read the newspaper all weekend, so I can't really comment on the political and global goings-on of the past few days...
Bye!

That Crazy Linda Ronstadt!

2004-07-24T14:42:00.000-06:00

I was reading the Edmonton Journal (motto: "We use headlines that aren't aimed at five-year-olds") the other day, and I came across an article (really? An article? In the newspaper?) about something that had happened to singer Linda Ronstadt. Now she's one of those people who I know has been around for a long time, but I can't name any song she's ever done.
Anyway, getting back to my story. Apparently Ms. Ronstadt was doing a show at the Aladdin Hotel in Vegas, and she began making pro-Michael Moore comments. The crowd got ugly (I guess Vegas is one of those pro-president places, I don't know), and Linda had to be escorted out of the building. She was not even allowed to return to her room. So much for respecting the rights and opinions of others.

Do I Want to Know What These Weirdos Were Looking For?

2004-07-21T17:33:00.000-06:00

I just went to check the tracker for this blog. Apparently I got visits to my blog by people searching for "bitch parti" and "roc bitch". Maybe they were the two people from France who visited.

One More Thing...

2004-07-15T23:06:00.000-06:00

Is it wrong that I found Vince Vaughn sexy in Dodgeball?

Stage 13: The Ultimate Mud Bog. This, Plus More Ridiculous Things our Brother did to Stephen

2004-07-13T20:06:00.000-06:00

It's good to be back. By "good to be back", I mean back to my precious blog. Not back to my jobs or back home from Stage 13. I took a 2 week vacation from life in general, except for the few times I worked at the factory.

Heather's Stage 13 Experience: Beware of Trolls

First off, a few things I learned from Stage 13:
1)Sometimes mixing Edmontonians and Calgarians is like mixing red ants and black ants (I'm assuming here that ants of different colonies and colours fight with and try to eat each other, although to the best of my knowledge, the Calgarians and the Edmontonians did not try to consume one another).
2)There are people crazy enough to marry their houses.
3)I never learn from my previous Stage 13 mistakes.
4)Never insult Sum 41 in a newspaper interview.
5)Aussies flock to Stage 13 like random people flock to music festivals.
6)j-roc likes to eat paper and dirt.
7)ZZ Top is still cool.
8)Always beware of trolls.
9)Never go into a portapotty without toilet paper and without someone to stand guard outside to make sure no one pushes it over when you're inside.
10)You can never go back again.

Alright, allow me to explain. We (j-roc, Marina and I) met some fun Calgarians at last year's Stage 13. They were a blast, we all had really good time. Yup. Johnny K., Daredevil and Worm were what made Stage 13 fun last year ("You're way out of your element, here.", "Let's go halfsies on the chicken.", "Junkie" etc.). Well, this year, Marina, j-roc and I went with 3 more people: M.Daddy, MT and RC.

So it was Friday night, and the 6 of us were in line for the beer gardens to see...Social Code (WORST band name EVER. It gives a bad name to the creativity of St. Albertans). Now I hadn't heard from Johnny K. for about a month (maybe that's because I hadn't checked my email in the last two weeks), so I had no idea they were going to be there again this year. While we were waiting in line, Marina turned around and saw the Junkies (specific group of Calgarians...and no, the name has nothing to do with drug use). So, hugs were exchanged, introductions were made. The next thing I knew, some kind of fight had broken out between Team M. Daddy and MT and Team Junkie. A hand was broken and a nose was injured. Both injuries occured on the side of Team M. The police got involved, statements were made...and my hysteria ("Conflict of interest") commenced. Seeing as I was huddled up into a ball, I did not really witness the whole ordeal, so I cannot say who was to blame. It was a bad Friday night. Also, we got really stuck in the mud on the way to our campsite and some good samaritans had to help us out.

Saturday was full of good times. We met some fun people, hung out with friends, ate some watermellon etc. I also ran into someone who was born in Peace River...other people were born there besides my brothers and I. Who knew?

People crazy enough to marry their houses? We were sitting around our camp on Saturday, or possibly Sunday, and Marina (I think) started to talk about about an episode of Oprah where a woman married her house. As I'm sure everyone can already guess, hilarity ensued. How does one have sex with a house? If you slam the door, does that count as spousal abuse? If a chunk of ceiling falls on the spouse, is this grounds for divorce? How does one divorce a house? Will a restraining order against the house be required? Clearly we are hilarious. Also, this talk about the house caused Marina to fall out of her lawn chair onto the bag of recycling.

Once again I am bright red. I remember putting sunscreen on last year (really freaking expensive shit, too). I still ended up with chunks of skin falling off. I did not limit my exposure to the sun. This year, I ignored the fact that I had brought sunscreen and just let the sun toast my skin. I am paying for it dearly now and probably will in the future as well.

On Sunday, the following bands played on the main stage (in this order): Pilate, Hawksley "Smoke baby, smoke baby, more alcohol baby, cocaine in Montréal" Workman and the Wolves, gob, Tea Party, Sum 41 and ZZ Top. Well, apparently Jeff Martin of the Tea Party, bitter about the fact that nobody really gives a shit about his band anymore, told the Edmonton Sun (actual Sun headlines: "Osama bin Hidin'", "Cow or Never", "Krall that Jazz" and the most recent one referring to the cost of repairing damages to the roads after the giant rainstorm, "What a Me$$") that Sum 41 was brave for coming after the Tea Party's boring (and I don't even really have anything against the Tea Party. I'm just telling it like it is) set. Deryck Whibley of Sum 41 did not like this comment, so he let out a long string of expletives and hurled insults to Martin and former Creed frontman, Scott Stapp (Whibley called him "the shittiest singer to be kicked out of the shittiest band"), who is apparently working with Martin on an upcoming project. Sum 41 was also obviously extremely intoxicated. Pilate put on an extremely good show. So did Hawksley Workman, who proved himself to be a very talented singer, even if his brand of music is not my favourite. gob's set had some humourous antics. More on ZZ Top later.

There was an Australian camped somewhere near our campsite, although I'm not really sure which campsite was his. He just hung around our area a lot. He called himself, get this, "Aussie". Last year, I met an Aussie in the beer gardens, possibly named Justin, who was quite a bit more attractive than this year's Aussie. Maybe because he was about 20 years younger. Last year's Aussie noticed three things about Canada that he was not expecting: 1) It was big (way to look at a map there, buddy). 2) There weren't mad cattle running all over the place. 3) Canadians weren't walking SARS victims.

j-roc aka Teen Wolf (starring Michael J. Fox) aka Chill Bill Vol 1&2 consumed some interesting items this weekend. During the day on Saturday, we walked by a big message board, where people could write messages on paper, the old-fashioned way, and post them up on the board. There were about 4 when we walked by the first time, all addressed to some individuals named Les and Gilles from Amanda, who was obviously quite desparate to find them. We ridiculed these messages. Later on Saturday, after Evanescence played, j-roc returned and ate some of the messages, giving the leftovers to M. Daddy. They bonded over the fact that they both felt that the messages tasted like spruce. j-roc also tried to clean off the insanely dirty car with his mouth. We love j-roc.

Yes, ZZ Top is cool. They were wearing massive beards and massive sunglasses (Cheap Sunglasses?). They were some sharp-dressed men (I'm serious...they were wearing glittery suit jackets). An un-named source took some close-ups of the band for me.

There were several make-shift bridges built over the ditches in the campground, as the ditches were actually mini rivers, due to the excessive amounts of rain that the Camrose exhibition grounds received last week. And what lives under bridges? TROLLS!! j-roc was adamant about warning people of the potential hazards of running into a troll. We began to loudly yell at people whenever we saw them crossing a bridge..."Beware of trolls!". On Sunday, we posted a sign near one of the bridges. "Bridge ahead, beware of trolls" it said. There were harsh gusts of wind on Sunday afternoon, and our tent was partially collapsed, but the sign was still standing strong.

One of my favourite sayings: "Where there is a portapotty not secured to the ground, some drunk dipshit will push it over, especially if said portapotty is located in the loud section of Stage 13." After hearing horror stories about the tipping of portapotties last year (it did not happen to me this year or last year, thank goodness), being tipped in a portapotty became my biggest fear. I always had someone guard my portapotty (except when I was in a state of mind where I was not concerned about being tipped in a portapotty). j-roc and Marinara would sometimes bang on the sides of the portapotty to scare the shit out of me (not literally...I never stayed in one of those long enough to have a bowel movement). While we were walking through the loud section on Friday night (we were camped in RESERVED section D-3), we all discovered that we needed to use the washroom facilities. And we didn't have toilet paper. Eventually, some kind-hearted man came along and generously donated some of his toilet paper to us (we had foolishly left our rolls back at the campsite). Then another kind-hearted person offered us wet ones napkins. We were saved.

At S13, there was a booth selling "Straight Pride" clothing. I wouldn't have had a problem with it, except one of their slogans was "One Way". I did not appreciate such a slogan, seeing as there are many ways of doing things in life, just ask Dan Savage. Much harassment was endured by those wearing the clothing (Mostly by me).

Ahh, Stage 13. This year was fun, but we had much more fun last year. That's why I say we can never go back again. It saddens me, and it saddens j-roc. Back in the times when two rival cities could get along (ok they still can, probably). Don't get me wrong, I still had a good time (for I am a young Barbara Walters). Got to know Marina's friends better. They're good guys, although they emit much heat when crammed into a tent with six people in total.

Raging Squirrel, Pickle Juice and Trapping Stephen in a Room

Mine and Stephen's eldest brother (ok, Stephen's only brother), Mark, used to torture Stephen as well as bribing him to hurt himself (Think jumping on risk pieces for money). One game I fondly remember being a spectator to, involved Mark chasing Stephen. It went like this: Our laundry room and bathroom used to be connected. This large multi-purpose room had two doors. Mark would trap Stephen in this room by jumping from door to door on the outside while Stephen would try to escape. It was great fun (for Mark and I).

Another game they used to play was called Chatter Chatter. It involved a trampoline. Mark was the Raging Squirrel and Stephen was the Battling Chipmunk. They would jump around on the trampoline while Mark attempted to beat up Stephen.

Another memory I have of my childhood was on a night where Mark was babysitting. The three of us were watching TV downstairs, when Mark and I went to get cans of rootbeer. Mark poked a hole in the bottom of one can and drained all of the pop into a cup. He then filled the can with picklejuice and sealed the hole with tape (To this day I still don't know why Stephen wasn't suspicious about the length of time it took for us to get the beverages). Anyway, it's safe to say that Stephen did not appreciate the pickle juice-in-the-can trick.

Also, I am not an ugly lesbian nun, but I do have a boyfriend.

The Democratic Process: An Electrifying Experience

2004-06-28T16:22:00.000-06:00

I've been trying to stay away from the blog, as I have a blog addiction. But this is election day, how could I not post a post? Well, in case you didn't already figure it out, I voted for the Green Party. I also entered my brother's election pool. See my picks and the picks of the others here. If that doesn't work, visit Stephen's blog. I have linked to it many times throughout my blog.
Also, for those of you who read my brother's blog, our brother, Mark, does not recall offering Stephen five dollars to jump onto risk parts.
The early morning Salsa dancing has turned into a club of sorts. I believe that it is called the UFO club (don't ask). It is now at least 8 members strong. I went again this morning, and I dragged BAD along this time. J, Marina and The Magician were also there. It was a *good* time.
Well, I managed to keep it short (or as j-roc would write it '_eep it short'. He doesn't believe in the letter'k'). Yay for me. And this blog had a hit from Finland. Click here to visit a blog that did not receive a hit from Finland, and click here to go to a blog that has received a hit from Brazil.
Thank you.

Of Squirrels and Mini Vans

2004-06-26T16:27:00.000-06:00

Have you ever popped the hood of your mini van, only to discover it packed full of pine cones? Neither have I, but my father has. Our old mini van has a hood full of pine cones, deposited there by squirrels. Maybe they were italic squirrels. I am not positive.

Election Fever: Clarification and Excessive Use of the Letter 'e'. Plus, Paragraph Use, Early Morning Salsa and the Word of the Day

2004-06-25T09:24:00.000-06:00

I have Election Fever. I am 19, making this my first federal election as an eligible voter. I have previously voted in the St. Albert Protestant School Board Trustee Bi-Election. Right now, most of what I think about involves the election (and I work in a factory. I've got a lot of time for thinking). For a long time, I was undedcided about who to vote for. Clearly it would be a cold day in Hell before anyone in this household voted for the conservatives, but there are still three other choices in this riding.
(This is a new paragraph, for those of you who are rediculously unaware of your surroundings) If I want to be strategic about this whole process, I could vote Liberal. If you detected an anti-Moe sentiment in my last post, I apologize. I was merely stating my observations. I really don't have anything against the guy (except "Pour le Parti Libéeral Féedeéral", but that may not be entirely his fault. More on that later).
So anyway, voting "Libéeral" would be purely strategic. Then I got a reality check in the form of using my brain. I believe that sadly, Mr. Williams will win here, so then I'm left with another choice(I know, I know, it's the whole my-vote-won't-count argument. I hate it too, but I'm not using it as an excuse not to vote). Seeing as the Conservatives will take this seat, which party do I really believe in? With the two front-running parties out, I have to look at the Greens and the NDP. There is something off about Jack Layton. Something slimy, maybe. I just don't know if I like him. Stephen thinks he is creepy (on an unrelated note, Stephen has a soccer ball fetish). I do not know much about Jim Harris, seeing as he wasn't invited to the televised debates. I just read about him in the Green Party's flyer. I respect both our local NDP and Green Party candidates. Tuesday night's forum helped me make my choice. My decision is clear. I know which way I am voting on Monday.

The Clarification Part
I would just like to clarify something I wrote in my last post. I said that while talking to Conrad Bitangcol of the Green Party about the gay marriage issue, he was looking at the floor on occasion. It was not my intention to make it seem as though he was lying. I do not believe that is the case. I would like to apologize for the confusion it may have caused.

The Excessive Use of the Letter'e' Part
I picked up the brochure for Moe Saeed at the forum on Tuesday. I didn't really look at the back of the brochure until I got home, and Stephen pointed out something on the back. Excessive use of the 'e' in the French translation, making it: For the the Federal Liberal Party Pour le Parti Libéeral Féedeéral. Get somebody who knows French to proof-read your federal brochures. This is a bilingual nation.

The Paragraph Part
I have had a few comments (oral and posted here on my blog) about my last post and paragraph use. No, I am not an idiot. Indentation does not show up on here. So yes, I do know what a paragraph is and how to use them. If you look, you can see them. And have the balls/ovaries to sign your name on your comments when you insult me. Adam did.

The Early Morning Salsa Part
Ah, it was good times. This morning I was supposed to show up for salsa dancing with Marina and J(until I think up a more clever name to call him) at 6:30am. I showed up at 7:15, close enough. I got up about an hour and a half later than I had intended. My father was kind enough to drive me. I'm very talented at getting out of bed and shutting off my alarm without actually waking up. We used salsa dancing videos downloaded from Kazaa. I mourn the death of Kazaa on our other computer. It has gone to hell, and I'm under strict rules not to download it on this computer (the computer that works). Tear. Salsa dancing in the early am, 5 days a week. Now that I have 2 weeks off from my job at the doctor's office where I had to leave the house at 7:00 am, I will be getting up for a whole lot of salsa. BAD...be there or be square.

The Word of the Day Part
The Word of the Day is Meninges.

3 days left...3 days left...3 days left

Someday is NOW. This Post Brought to you by PAEJW

2004-06-23T17:03:00.000-06:00

PAEJW = People Against the Ethical Treatment of John Williams. I am, of course, talking about John Williams the MP seeking re-election and not John Williams, the guy who wrote the theme for Jurassic Park. I think that guy's name is John Williams.
Getting back to how much of a dink John Williams the MP is, though. So my dad and I went to the forum last night. Present were Conrad Bitangcol of the Green Party, Moe Saeed of the Liberal Party, Mike Melymick of the New Democrats and John Williams (you'll have to find his website by yourself, because I don't care to know it, although I'm sure it's something like www.conservative.ca. Go check out his large, ugly signs he has out). The whole forum was quite entertaining, with plenty of clapping anf booing. People here are into their politics. Mr. Williams discussed his party's plans to reprioritize and cut taxes and magically come up with even more money for social programs! Hey, if I had known that money grew on trees, I wouldn't be working my ass off. Newcomer Conrad may have been a bit nervous up there talking, but he displayed himself in such a mature manner, he seemed to be the nicest candidate. It's clear that the Green Party is about taxing companies that pollute and spend money on things that are good for you (and the environment). They want to get programs out there to educate the population on leading a healthier lifestyle, which would, as they claim, put less of a strain on the healthcare system in the long run. Wishful thinking, but a nice idea, nonetheless. Bitangcol made one of the best comments of the night (Moe Saeed made another, but I'll get to that later), when saying that people would ask The Green Party whether they were left wing or right wing. "You need both wings to fly," he stated. Cheers ensued. Congratulations on your upcoming wedding, Conrad. Mike Melymick, the NDP candidate, was the most passionate of them all. In his closing statement, Mike shouted that Canada will never be Americanized as he pulled out the Canadian flag (Moe Saeed commented that when he saw the red of the flag, he thought that he was in a bull fight, whatever that means). The NDP stand for, among other things: affordable public post-secondary education, pension protection and abolish the unelected senate. Moe Saeed was not a crowd pleaser. By the end of the night, the cheers for the Liberals were reduced to polite claps. Moe did make one funny comment though, saying that the Conservatives insulting the Liberals was like "manure saying they didn't like a pig because it smells."
As the gay marriage issue did not come up at all in the forum, I dragged my father around to ask each candidate about their party's position on it. Moe Saeed vanished immediately following the forum, but I spoke to the other three candidates. I waited first to see John Williams, but after he ignored me for several minutes to talk to middle aged people who got in line after me (he did this because he is a dink), I wandered off to talk to Mike Melymick who passionately told me that the NDP was in favour of gay marriage, and that the party would call it 'marriage'. I then talked to Conrad Bitangcol, who made direct eye contact with me during part of the conversation (he looked at the floor for the rest) who told me that the Green Party was also in favour of gay marriage. I then went to talk to John Williams, who is a very close talker. He shook my hand enthusiastically and said that he was glad to see young people there. I then asked him my question, and things got a little bit less friendly. He said that there could be civic unions between homosexuals but that in every other culture throughout history marriage "is between a man and a woman". My mild-mannered father did not approve of the history defence, and he and John Williams engaged in a small discussion. It mainly involved my father pointing out that homosexuality may not be an issue in other cultures and it may not have been an issue in history and John Willaims saying "History isn't wrong" over and over and various different ways. I then thanked him with gritted teeth (to prevent myself from spitting in his face) for answering my question. My dad and I were walking away, and I heard John Williams ridiculing us with his silly little friends (in dink-like arrogance). Making fun of constituents is a sure fire way to get votes, not that he needs to worry. Dominic and Sierra's mom did a very nice job of singing our national anthem.
I'd like to clarify one more thing. To all of you who are under the impression that the Green Party is the same as the Marijuana Party, you are incorrect, and I'm sick of hearing it. Don't let this new piece of information stop you from your original plans to vote Green. Unless your severe lack of brain cells prevents you from walking erect.

June Birthdays

2004-06-19T16:38:00.000-06:00

June 1st - Mark, 25
June 6th - Rosis, 19
June 20th - Dominic, 21
June 25th - Grandma S.,86

Happy Birthday to all of you! If I have forgoteen anybody that I know (or if I don't know you and you leave me an amusing comment), please let me know and I will include your birthday (if you were born in June) in an upcoming post.

Promise That Forever We will Never Get Better at Growing up and Learning to Lie

2004-06-19T16:20:00.000-06:00

Ok, so this heading (damn, I almost said 'header'..oops, too much time at the factory..) doesn't have anything to with this post, but I will always have a spot in my heart for bands (Eve 6) wno name their group after characters from The X-Files (the character: Eve 6).
Today, I played basketball out by SAM school. It was a good, hot experience. Molly, Tito, BAD and I played a good few games before Tito and BAD had to go to work. Molly told the shift co. yesterday that she was busy (going on a pub crawl), and he let her take the day off. They play favourites.
I went for coffee with Sierra and Dominic on Thursday before my weekly bingo with Molly, and it was a good time. Dom told a series of offensive jokes about babies and small children. Good times. J-Roc, I'm still waiting to hear news on whether or not Big Sexy will be making the trip to Camrose for Stage 13.

APOLOGIES
I'd like to make two apologies for things from my last post. First off all, I'd like to apologize to everyone for the phrase "I'm am a Smith..." Clearly it makes no sense at all, and I should have either omitted the apostrophe and the 'm', or taken out the 'am' all together. This mistake burns a hole in my soul, and I will be more careful in the future.
Secondly, I would like to apologize to BAD for accusing him of never visiting my blog. I have learned now that just because people don't post comments, it doesn't mean that they don't hit here on occasion. And they don't appreciate being called Ratboy, either (although it was something I called him to his face at work, and I wouldn't repeat it when he asked what I had said).

Have a nice day.

Dancing to the Max: My Feet Attacked my Pride and my Ass Attacked ...uh, That's Another Story

2004-06-18T00:45:00.000-06:00

Greetings. So I went dancing yesterday. I discovered that BAD and I have a lot of work to do if we're going to get this salsa thing. As he said, "We can only get better." I'm am a Smith, and in this family, up isn't always the way we go.
Getting to my comments now. Yes it is satisfying that Carrie calls her amn BIG and I call my boyfriend BAD. Although I'm not sure if those are his initials. I guess I wouldn't be the one to know. Stephen: You may not be amused by the whole initial thing the way I am, but I'm not amused by having a lack of writing utensils in the house because SOMEBODY chews them all up (Somebody and Stephen both start with the same letter...you'll only get it if you watched the Mole).
Molly and I went to play "Bingo" tonight. We are at an equal skill level. The boys won't know what hit them.
Message for BAD: I called you Ratboy today, for no reason, but seeing as you never check my blog anymore, you'll never know. Good luck with that
Alright, farewell. And I'm locking up my writing utensils before they meet their ultimate demise.

Let Me Dip a Chip in that Fried Salsa Dancing

2004-06-14T23:56:00.000-06:00

It's been awhile. The days since I last wrote in my blog have been both belligerent and numerous (how's the family, Mordo?). I have to get up in five and a half hours. I'm an idiot.
On Friday, BAD and I went to New City to see WNH, but BAD didn't have photo ID (he just got his licence renewed...where the fuck is a peice of paper going to get you? Not into a bar, that's for sure), so we wandered around downtown a little bit and then we headed back into St. A.
Saturday, I worked at the good old factory (by good, I mean suicide inducing), then I went to Nikki's (ah making up names for people I know is getting damn confusing) because Marina (creative, eh?) came back from Québec that day. It was good fun, met some new people. My admiration will never go away for those people who can juggle. And now I'm going salsa dancing on Wednesday.
Sunday, I worked once again at the factory, this time my regular 3-11 shift. I have developed mighty bruises on my arms.
Today (Monday), I worked at my other job (a doctor's office, of sorts, where I lack formal training for my position, but what can you do?). After work, I watched the leadership debate on the French channel. Pretty damn exciting, let me tell you. It's funny because Stephen Harper was uncomfortable, and it made me happy. I'm still undecided..do I vote Green or NDP? Decisions, decisions. June 28 is election day. Mark it on your calendars, kids. Represent, represent CUBA...uh, I mean people ages 18-25. I leave you with one thought for Molly :I see you baby, shaking that ass...shaking that ass.....

Don't You Know We'll Never Fucking Quit

2004-06-07T19:01:00.000-06:00

Sorry about the length of the last post. I was damn mad. Oh well, I don't have to deal with LUC until Wednesday. Speaking of Wednesday, guess who is playing at New City of Friday! The Wednesday Night Heroes!!! What a good band.

Today's Post Brought to You by the Word 'Tentacle'

2004-06-06T23:22:00.000-06:00

It was on hell of a weekend. On Saturday, Dom and I had our Krispy Kremergency after his brass quintet (yes, the Horn Stars is a good name) played at an old folks' home. Allow me to explain the Krispy Kremergency. Dom and I drove to Calgary on Saturday morning for the sole purpose of going to Krispy Kreme, the American (good enough reason to stay faithful to Tim Horton's) doughnut chain. We stayed in Calgary for about 45 minutes (long enough to experience the deliciousness of KK doughnuts, and to get lost in the boonies of Calgary...damn you, internet map site), then we returned to St. Albert. Later that night, it was Marissa's 19th birthday at Cum Jungle (I refuse to call it by its proper name, as the name I choose to call it is much more appropriate). I went to Dominic's house to get ready with Dom's sister, Sierra and her friend, Ryan. The bar was alright, but the three of us were tired, and Ryan ahd to work at 9 the next morning, so we decided to take off. Instead of going home, we decided to go to The Roost on the fly. It was a good time. We danced with a drag queen and did the whole homo-hetero LOVE SUB thing. You may read about my Sunday a little further down.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank the creators of the Gorilla and Exploding Banana Q Basic game from 1991. So, from the bottom of our (At least the hearts of Stephen and I, if no one else's) hearts, thank you.
Today is Sunday. I went to work to the factory today (I have another job, but maybe I will talk about that later) at three o'clock. It was a nice, pleasant walk to work. I was in fairly high spirits, considering I was going to sign the next eight hours of my life away. So I walked up into the lunchroom where everyone goes at the beginning of shift. There were about fifteen of us in there, including Large, Un-named Coworker (LUC). This coworker happens to out rank me. Anyway, there was some confusion last week about a basketball game. In the end, it didn't go very well, and it was kind of a thrown together mess. LUC wanted to come out and play, but because it was such a rush job (it was raining, and Tito and BAD were somewhat unsure of how much they really wanted to play basketball in the rain and Jared slept through it altogether), we didn't end up calling him (also, I had lost his number from the night before when Tito, BAD, Jared and I ran into him at Crown & Tower). Well, fast forward to a week later, and LUC bitches me out in front of all the other coworkers for not calling him, as it was, of course, entirely my fault that he wasn't called. So now I'm somewhat pissed off at this behaviour. Message to those who are considering yelling at your coworker in front of other coworkers about a none work related situation, please rethink this. It shows lack of class and respect.
I did have a comment from my last post, wondering why I refer to my boyfriend as BAD. While I cannot divulge this information, as it would ruin my whole name thing, I will leave you with a very subtle hint:It's always funny when people's initials spell words. Good night everyone.

Post Number Two: Love it, Hate it, Eat it. Thank You.

2004-06-05T00:37:00.000-06:00

Okay, first off (well, second off, actually. Deal with it.), I'd like to introduce myself. For those of you who are too lazy to read my profile (it's nothing special, trust me), here I am. I am nineteen years old. I live in my parents' basement(only because that is where my room is located). I live with one brother, "Stephen" (more on the quotation marks later) and I have another brother, "Mark". My cat's name is Chloe and she is mentally handicapped. And she is fat. Why the quotations, you ask...or don't ask, but I'm going to tell you anyway. I have decided to refer to everyone by false names that I have made up specifically for this blog, or by their nicknames if they already have one. I will refer to political figures by their real names, as well as celebrities, unless I have a close, personal, intimate contact with thim (if I were to, for example, fuck George Stroumboulopoulos silly...I mean "John". Sorry BAD, I'm only kidding, honey. Nice ass, by the way).My mother is Mom and my father is Dad. You will also hear a lot about my boyfriend, BAD, and my friends, obviously. Dominic, I'm excited to go to Calgary tomorrow, for our Krispy Kremergency, and Bowling for Columbine is such a good movie. Molly, you know that people are worse at "bingo" when they are drunk. You know where it's at. We've seen it. Okay, gotta go to bed now. Catch you kids later.

Welcome!

2004-06-04T01:32:00.000-06:00

Welcome to my blog. I'm tired. I will write more tomorrow.