It is my opinion as a consumer that the writing of the movie, Cody Banks 2: Destination London, was abysmally bad.

Is it a rule that every new radio song be irritating repetitive? Are they specifically designing new songs so that the chorus becomes burned permanently into your mind? I'm suspicious of this because it makes the songs very appealing when you first hear them. However, after a short exposure time, they get on your damn nerves, and you'd like nothing better than to hear a new one, to push out the old one. Which is then supplied by the industry.

Is there a conspiracy a foot to prevent us from downloading music for free because we get bored with the song before we get around to downloading?

I think I have the perfect example of how screwed up health care is in Saskatchewan.

I fell on the stairs this morning. I slept most of the night on my couch. I logged off the computer at 11:00 with intentions of going to bed. I just wanted to stretch out for a few minutes before going downstairs. I didn't make it down to my bed until 5:30.

But I awoke on the couch, before heading downstairs. I was pretty groggy, which I wanted to keep, so that I'd get back under the veil. Consequently I didn't have all my faculties about me. Which means I didn't remember I had on my new bootie slippers, which like all new sock-like footwear, tends to be slippery.

So I fell down the stairs.

After some consultation with people in the know (thanks Irene) it was decided that I should get myself examined, just in case. I phone the local health clinic.

No appointments available today. I can phone to Quill Lake and see if they have any openings. I cut her off before she could ramble on much farther. I ask the pointed question, where should I go if I need an X-ray. Her response? Go to Quill Lake, and then be sent back to Watson for the X-ray.

WTF!?!?!

G&M's World Of The Day:

dang

For whoever is taking the count on this, please mark me down for a BOO on getting the same old Canadian Tire ads, as opposed to the million dollar creations our American cousins get to watch.

Who's with me?

You know all those movies, where the leader has to send his soldier into a situation that means certain death? They play that tense, but wistful music, and the soldier vallantly agrees to accept the assignment, and go to his death?

Yeah, I get that now.

Okay, show of hands!!

Back when we were all listening to 'Hungry Like The Wolf' or 'Rio', how many of us actually believed that 20 years later, we'd still see Duran Duran in the top 10 charts!?!

Blog Song Of The Day:

The Killers - Mr. Brightside

Interesting thing that you wouldn't easily expect:

Kooky science!

This is a bottle of hydrochloric acid. I don't remember the concentration. I've had it in a Lipton's iced tea bottle for several weeks. I never take any notice of it. But today I looked up to the shelf and saw that orange-y stuff on the camp. I examined it and it looks like the gaseous has permeated through the cap and made it rust.

WEIRD!!!

Does anyone out there know why its gotta take an HOUR to install the files for World of Warcraft!?! I started this project before 11:00 and I'm STILL not done!!!

Tonight I come to you, my readers, with a question. I experienced the most god awful headache that I can remember today. Eventually I took a LOT of ibuprofen, and slept for a couple hours, and it came under control. However, I do not look forward to it happening again.

Have any of you some thoughts on how to prevent another such occurence? Yeah, the pills and the sleep helped, but I'd rather not go through the pain first, before seeking the relief.

Thanks for any suggestions you might have. Toodles.

Blog Impossible Question Of The Day:

You are stuck on a deserted island with Jessica and Ashlee Simpson.

There is no food, at all.

Which Simpson do you keep for company, and which one do you kill for food?

There is a storm coming . . .

All Points Bulletin!!!

This is an all points bulletin for Grant's guts. Have any of you seen my guts? My guts are missing and I would like them back.

Sometime this evening, during the numerous trips that were required because of stomach distress, my guts appear to have escaped. I would like them back.

Please, if any of you see my wayward guts, please send them home. We miss them.

That is all.

I don't understand. Maybe the inability to understand things is something that everyone else can live with. It almost never happens that I don't understand something. I just seem to 'know', even when there's no reason why I should.

And yet this . . .

I can't put THIS into any form that makes sense to me. I can't analyze it. I can't fix it. It just is. . .

I don't know what to do with emotions of mine, that won't be fulfilled. I didn't ask the world of her, nor expected that I'd recieve that much. A friendly smile, which she has in volume, and the occasional nudge towards familiarity was all I needed in the right now. But apparently that's too much. What do you do when the someone else necessary isn't interested?

Well, I guess for one day, I gotta hold my tongue where Microsoft is concerned.

Remember my entry from a week or two ago, about the size of my Hotmail inbox? If you do not, here's the 25 words or less update. I didn't get the free upgrade, so I sent a polite request to Hotmail support, asking for the upgrade.

I didn't think it would get me anywhere. They are weiners, and we're at war. Well, I guess I'm at war but they're not.

I logged into my Hotmail this afternoon. There was one of those monthly newsletters from Hotmail telling me about features and such. This tweaked my mind to check my inbox size. Yup, its 250 MB.

Thank you Microsoft. I've had my issues with you, at many times in our tenuous relationship. But for today, I must be contrite. You deserve my thanks, and I politely give it.

Thank you.

Some people are just idiots.

Asstard

What we are looking at, in this picture, is an asstard, caught in its natural surroundings. And the natural surroundings for an asstard is . . . out in the real world, PISSING OFF normal people!!!

As I later discovered, we have a girl, on a cell phone, driving up the MIDDLE of Highway 6, in her 20 year old, blue Mustang. While not the 401 in Toronto, it is still a highway, with traffic that would like to go in both directions. And 99.98% of us would like to go more than 50 km/h, even if the conditions are less than optimal.

This kind of arrogant stupidity really gets on my nerves. I was stuck behind this asstard for 20 minutes, as I drove from Raymore to Southey. I could not get by! For the most part she was more on the WRONG side of the road, than the right one. I contemplated passing her on the right, but the crazy moron was also a little unstable with her direction, so I didn't need to have her veering into me, should I make a bold, and non-standard move.

She didn't even more over for oncoming traffic. Maybe a little, but she was putting people coming from the south as close to their ditch as possible, because she wouldn't move off the center line of the road. I know we have laws against killing other humans but shouldn't there be a clause that covered grotesque stupidity!?!

If you need me, I'll be over in the corner, shaking my head.

For those of you that have ever wondered, what the hell does he do all day, I present:

Roblin's proposed new membrane treatment unit

I have found heaven. Remarkably enough, it was in a chicken sandwich.

There is a hidden gem for you to enjoy, should any of my varied readership feel inclined to go slumming, and visit me in Watson. And that jewel is called The Quick Stop. Cliche I know, given the fame (or is it infamy) of the location called The Quick Stop. While different from that popularly known icon, the Quick Stop located in Watson will provide you with a culinary joy that is not often beheld.

Its the food. God damn is it the food! I have used this space before, to speak of the quality to be found in the bacon cheese burger available at my favorite Watson eatery. The burger and fries combination is beyond reproach. I've bought one a week, for a series of weeks that stretch back to last summer. I can't ever seem to get enough.

Which is not entirely true. Burgers on Monday and Tuesday gave way to the feeling of branching off in a different direction today. So I went in and inquired about what they had on the menu for chicken. They rattled off some suggestions but we ended up at a chicken sub.

I try not to exercise hyperbole that often, but in this instance its completely warranted. The chicken sandwich was bordering on orgasmic. Which is saying quite a bit, because I get chicken sandwiches at Subway a lot, and those are always stellar. This one today however, was another set of exponential degrees above Subway. It was fulfilling on more levels than I knew food could achieve.

This is my pledge. My promise to the world is to share the splendor of The Quick Stop. This can not remain a gem, hidden among a bag of sand, that represents the culinary landscape of Saskatchewan. If you are anywhere near Watson, on your travels here, there and everywhere, then treat yourself with lunch at The Quick Stop. Believe me, it will prove worth your detour.

I have to confess, I'm a little shocked.

I actually got a response from my message to Hotmail support. I sent the service as message asking 'can I have the upgrade to a 250 MB inbox'. It took awhile but I got a response.

Now granted, it was an automated response. However, someone had to initiate the automated response, and pick which canned response I would get. It was saluted by someone named Celeste G, so perhaps I will get somewhere with this eventually. Which would be super because, with being on the road all the time, my Hotmail account has become my main inbox.

Here's to hoping this works out eventually!!