Am I the only one that notices the irony in the move, The Rundown, that stars Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson?

'The Rock' plays Beck, a man indentured to a rather smarmy boss. This boss tasks Beck with a variety of unpleasant jobs, and one's that Beck has a moral or personal reason to not want to complete. And underlining all of these assignments is the carrot that, if he just does 'one more job' then he'll be free. So Beck takes every assignment, hoping that it can be the last, and he can pursue his true passion.

And what is the assignment that makes up the bulk of the plot in 'The Rundown'? Beck heads to the jungles of Brazil, to rescue the bosses son. What is the scenario that Beck finds in Brazil? A cruel, heartless boss figure is taking advantage of an indigent population. Paying them meagre salaries, while charging them fees to complete the work. The basic premise being, Beck must rescue this natives from the heartless ruler, who makes his wealth off the back of the disenfranchised.

Vince McMahon is listed as an 'Executive Producer' on The Rundown. Is it just me or are the parallels not vivid and striking?

I wanna be a super-hero!




I shall call myself . . . FATMAN!!!!!

Note to self: Don't go back to your computer to chat online with your friends, when you have something in the oven that you only intend to 'brown'.

What the hell is wrong with Hotmail!?!

I have my main, MSN - Hotmail, account that I use consistently. I'm on the road a lot, and logging in from different places, so its the account I use, to keep current, on all the issues that are going on in my world. If I'm away, all my friends and family now to copy that account, so I will get their message.

I use that Hotmail account a lot. There's usually at least a couple important emails in there, everyday. On that account I am still at the measly 2 MB of storage.

I have a second Hotmail account that I created. My main one 'disappeared' one day, and I was in a panic about having lost my significant 'online' presence. I log into the account daily, just to keep it current. They bumped up my limit on that account to 250 MB.

I can't switch, because my Hotmail address is now a significant identity representation of me. But they didn't give me the free, storage upgrade. Can I chalk this up to more Microsoft idiocy, and call them butt-munches again!?!

I need a no BS assessment of the following situation.

Is it gay that I like the movie 'A Walk To Remember'?

I need someone to explain something to me.

Didn't we go through this long, arduous, heart wringing session about a North American Free Trade Agreement about 15 years ago? Wasn't the whole point of the agreement, and the vicious lobbying on both sides of it, to arrive at an contract about who could assign fees, and to what commodity? The ultimate goal of the project being, a transaction that was province to province, or state to state, was to be the same as one that crossed the international border between Canada and the United States?

So what the HELL is the deal with the US imposing duties on things, such as softwood lumber? And why do we have to entertain the notion of countervailing trade penalties, to other US commodities, as retaliation? Wasn't the damn deal that was so fracturous when it was negotiated, supposed to prevent this exact thing from happening?

I boils down to this. The Americans are wrong. They've been told they are wrong, on numerous occasions, every time this has reached a global tribunal. What's the point of negotiating things with the Americans, if they have no interest in living up to the agreement when it doesn't cut their way?

Can someone please help me? I have grown weary of the pounding torture I am inflicting upon myself. If anyone has some thoughts on how to cease my infuriating desire to deliver pain onto myself, I would thank you for the mercy.

That is all.

I just had an interesting thought.

What would happen if, the next time the Americans went to the polls, it was Condoleeza Rice for the Republicans and Hillary Clinton for the Democrats? Would the entire country self destruct with no old, white man on the ballot?

Tonight's Grey Cup game served to prove that there is justice in the universe. The B.C. Lions were not able to use their 'free ride' to the grey Cup, to claim the championship. Nor was last week's hero, Duncan O'Mahony, able to perform under pressure. Let it be noted that he missed a kick of similar distance to Paul McCallum's, and arguably an easier one, as he was lined up straight at the goal posts.

In summation:

WAY TO GO ARGOS!!!!!

You see, this is why I have such an undying hatred for drunk people.

Concert tonight at Sask. Place (I know, I know, I'll get used to Credit Union Centre eventually). The Tragically Hip were tonight's band de la nuit. Something of an older favorite, as The Hip's popularity seems to have faded into the memory of the people my age. Still a big name in Canadian musical circles, but they just don't have the street cred with the yungin's. And lets face it, its the chillin's that set the bar for what's hot, and what's not.

But I digress . . .

The point I was getting to is, The Tragically Hip are a band for older people. And by older I mean, 30+. We remember who the Hip are, and were, and it makes us nostalgic for our youth. We shell out the bucks to attend their concert. And, as we're now into our 4th decade on the planet, we have a lot of the, mad-fat-cash, that we didn't have in our teen years. This opens up the facility to spend a lot of it on alcohol.

(I promise, we'll get to the drunk people part yet)

The concert was not exceptionally busy. Not that I really expected it to blow me away. It was a given as we began, that the show was not sold out. (on a completely unrelated note, I kinda wish I'd been in the audience. The Hip are a favorite of mine, even if they have faded into insignificance) Estimates were between 5,000 and 6,000. We were well staffed to handle the request for libations.

Now, the Hip come on, and the bars close. This is standard operating procedure. The concourse goes black, and all the food and beverage services shut down for the evening. This darkness is important to note. Everything closes, all the people go away, and I find myself alone at the bar.

(I have to digress again, for another comment that is not salient to my main goal with this post. Are the security staff at Credit Union Center not the most useless bags of snot that ever existed? When you don't need them, they are right there, to enforce a bar closing that some idiot in security just pulled out of his ass. But when the bar management decides they wanna close up shop, the dumb security bastards are a easy to find as a gay lobbyist at George W. Bush's inauguration)

Back to my story . . .

Its pitch black. (remember how I said this was important) I've even gone to the trouble of taking out the flourescent light in the fridge. There's not a soul around on the concourse. I am paying NO attention to the floor, or any possible other people. And they STILL stand at the bar, wait for me to turn around, and want to know if they can have a beer.

Does alcohol make you THAT stupid? This happens every time. The bars close, and there are still idiots roaming the deserted concourse, looking for a way to inebriate themselves. Go watch the damn show! Its the reason you paid all that money to be here. If you just wanted to drink beer, the price of your ticket would have probably bought at least four dozen beer at the liqour store. Not withstanding is the vast number of $5 bills you probably lost to my fellow bar staff, as they served you drinks at the new, and easily divisble, total.

Am I not righteous in my indignation?

The only problem with vegetables in your sandwich is, they tend to make it a lot more slippery, and prone to falling apart.

By the way, I knew Casey Printers would win CFL Most Outstanding Player.

Blog Question Of The Day:

Should I transplant the parts from the 'Blue Furnace' into the leftover computer case I have (shell from the Linux box that had an exploding power supply) to see if that eliminates the heat problems I had with that unit from day one?

Hopefully most of you will be watching the Grey Cup on CBC, when they kick the ball off Sunday afternoon. Those of you that do will probably notice the preponderance of Subway commercials. During the division finals, it seemed like every second commercial was for the barbeque steak and monterey cheese sub.

Word to the wise, it is NOT as good as it looks in the commercial.

I ordered one today. Point A - it is not sliced pieces of beef, like it appears in the commercial. It is the usual ice cream scoop of processed beef. Nor is the cheese as vibrant as in the commercial. And finally, the advertised toasting is not NEARLY worthy of that many commercials. Frankly, my sub didn't feel toasted so much as it seemed to have dried the outer shell, leaving the usual damp moistness to the bun.

Bottom line? Subway is good, but don't go out of your way for any of their new offerings.

That's all for me. I'm out.

Watching the Riders is a lot like getting a lap dance. You see a whole lot of action, get really excited, but you never score.

If we can't laugh at homosexuals, what good are they?

Blog Question Of The Day:

Would my autobiography be an interesting book to read?

You'd think I'd be able to relax now.

I completed my goal for the week. Two projects closing their tender this week. I have, at least preliminarily, secured both projects. Approximate total sales, $300,000.

So why hasn't my headache gone away? I really wanted (and to a certain degree needed) these two projects. They've been keeping me awake, with tension and nervousness for about a week.

Now I have them. So why am I not relaxing? I'm still tense. I still have a headache, and I can still feel the burn in my chest from the ulcer. What the hell is going on?

Maybe, as it was so eloquently put by a friend, I just need to 'get a piece'. . .




I'll console myself with the money.

Toodles!!!

Blog Question Of The Day:

Would a shot for shot remake of 'The Breakfast Club' keep its relevance in contemporary society, or would it seem dated and odd?

Until tomorrow at 2:00, if you need me, I'll be on the phone.