Do you know what I would really like to get for Christmas, that wouldn't even be that expensive?
The movie 'The Hunt For Red October' on DVD.
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Friday, December 19, 2008
I think there should be a tattoo (and/or piercing) board to which you have to submit your body modification choice. There are some people out there that are making some horrendous choices.
I went to Princess Auto the other day. I'm not going to going into the whole laundry list of body modification mistakes this girl was making. She was probably around 20-22 years old, so it was a pretty long list for someone that young. The most egregious choice however was an Enormous tattoo of the Pilsner rabbit on her left forearm.
One should never, EVER proclaim their beer choice with a tattoo. That is ESPECIALLY true if you believe in Pilsner.
Pilsner is moose piss.
I went to Princess Auto the other day. I'm not going to going into the whole laundry list of body modification mistakes this girl was making. She was probably around 20-22 years old, so it was a pretty long list for someone that young. The most egregious choice however was an Enormous tattoo of the Pilsner rabbit on her left forearm.
One should never, EVER proclaim their beer choice with a tattoo. That is ESPECIALLY true if you believe in Pilsner.
Pilsner is moose piss.
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Do you know what pisses me off? Costco idiots.
These arrogant bastards make the left turn into Costco, and there is CLEARLY no room in the roadway into the parking lot for them. Clearly no room. This is evident to the point that, the person ahead of them has their rear axle still in the street. So what does said Costco idiot do? Why he pulls his Ford F-250 in behind the mini-van ahead.
YOU'RE BLOCKING THE ROAD!!!
Heaven god forbid this jack-a-tard doesn't get to Costco to buy a pallet of mayonnaise for $378.56 (a 0.59/lb bargain). Yes I should have to come to a grinding halt on a major Saskatoon roadway so Captain Nigglenuts can get in line to go to the most ANNOYING god damn store on the planet.
These arrogant bastards make the left turn into Costco, and there is CLEARLY no room in the roadway into the parking lot for them. Clearly no room. This is evident to the point that, the person ahead of them has their rear axle still in the street. So what does said Costco idiot do? Why he pulls his Ford F-250 in behind the mini-van ahead.
YOU'RE BLOCKING THE ROAD!!!
Heaven god forbid this jack-a-tard doesn't get to Costco to buy a pallet of mayonnaise for $378.56 (a 0.59/lb bargain). Yes I should have to come to a grinding halt on a major Saskatoon roadway so Captain Nigglenuts can get in line to go to the most ANNOYING god damn store on the planet.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, December 15, 2008
Random acts of stupidity that I witnessed tonight:
London Drugs has a product in their flyer, and a display model on the shelf, but no versions of it in their inventory. WTF!?!
Some jackass at Canadian Tire is so arrogant that he parks in front of the damn shopping carts, with the vehicle idling, while he shops. I went in, bought my stuff, gawked around at other stuff, came out and the moron was will running in the parking lot. Good for him that gas is half the price it was this summer.
I go to Extra Food for groceries and the cashier girl has adopted the style of urban males and her pants are down around her mid thighs. Which might be okay, in some instances, but this girl wasn't pulling it off. If her shirt hadn't been 26 miles long, I would have no only seen her ass /crack/ but the whole ass, and probably her va-ja-ja. It wasn't something I wanted to see.
London Drugs has a product in their flyer, and a display model on the shelf, but no versions of it in their inventory. WTF!?!
Some jackass at Canadian Tire is so arrogant that he parks in front of the damn shopping carts, with the vehicle idling, while he shops. I went in, bought my stuff, gawked around at other stuff, came out and the moron was will running in the parking lot. Good for him that gas is half the price it was this summer.
I go to Extra Food for groceries and the cashier girl has adopted the style of urban males and her pants are down around her mid thighs. Which might be okay, in some instances, but this girl wasn't pulling it off. If her shirt hadn't been 26 miles long, I would have no only seen her ass /crack/ but the whole ass, and probably her va-ja-ja. It wasn't something I wanted to see.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Friday, December 05, 2008
I went to a store I'd never been to before last night. I get the flyers in my mail and usually I throw them out. But there was something on the front page of the last one that caught my eye so I kept it. I pondered the purchase for a few days before going to the place.
The store was: Bianca Amor's Liquidation Supercentre.
Oh my GAWD was that a freak show. It was dark, so I didn't notice it driving up, but when you get to the entrance, its hard to not notice the plywood over some of the windows. Plywood. That was the first indication but you step through the door and its like immediate culture shock.
I thought maybe I'd stepped through a dimensional portal, and somehow ended up on the streets of Calcutta. The clutter than infested the place was just like a hundred movies you've seen about the congestion in India. There was just stuff . . . everywhere.
And not neatly, like you'd expect from a store. There was a box here, a box there. What made it worse is that this was obviously someone's idea of neat and orderly but it was just so . . . wrong on a variety of levels. I keep talking in similes but I felt like I'd wandered into a small town flea market. 37 year old merchandise lined up haphazardly into a vague resemblance of order, marked down drastically to make you think you were getting a bargain.
The lone cashier had a name tag made up with a Jiffy marker.
The /supervisor/ slouched back in a broken office chair, yawning loudly and frankly didn't seem to care if the store was open or closed.
The aisles were labelled with poster board and more Jiffy marker lettering.
The cash-out area was more plywood across saw horses.
You couldn't find a god damn thing in this unholy mess. I was desperate to leave but still wanted my $4 boxing gloves. Which, I suppose, is what draws anyone to this type of ungodly hell hole. Yes, its a living nightmare but you can get something cheap.
I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I don't know how you could work there. Which probably explains why I sign on the entrance offered $15 an hour to start. You'd go mad if you stayed any length of time.
The store was: Bianca Amor's Liquidation Supercentre.
Oh my GAWD was that a freak show. It was dark, so I didn't notice it driving up, but when you get to the entrance, its hard to not notice the plywood over some of the windows. Plywood. That was the first indication but you step through the door and its like immediate culture shock.
I thought maybe I'd stepped through a dimensional portal, and somehow ended up on the streets of Calcutta. The clutter than infested the place was just like a hundred movies you've seen about the congestion in India. There was just stuff . . . everywhere.
And not neatly, like you'd expect from a store. There was a box here, a box there. What made it worse is that this was obviously someone's idea of neat and orderly but it was just so . . . wrong on a variety of levels. I keep talking in similes but I felt like I'd wandered into a small town flea market. 37 year old merchandise lined up haphazardly into a vague resemblance of order, marked down drastically to make you think you were getting a bargain.
The lone cashier had a name tag made up with a Jiffy marker.
The /supervisor/ slouched back in a broken office chair, yawning loudly and frankly didn't seem to care if the store was open or closed.
The aisles were labelled with poster board and more Jiffy marker lettering.
The cash-out area was more plywood across saw horses.
You couldn't find a god damn thing in this unholy mess. I was desperate to leave but still wanted my $4 boxing gloves. Which, I suppose, is what draws anyone to this type of ungodly hell hole. Yes, its a living nightmare but you can get something cheap.
I couldn't get out of there fast enough. I don't know how you could work there. Which probably explains why I sign on the entrance offered $15 an hour to start. You'd go mad if you stayed any length of time.
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
I went to the Nine Inch Nails concert on Monday night. A lot could be said about how freakin' awesome that was. The show was great. The music was amazing but the lighting was beyond words. They did stuff with lights and screens that I couldn't believe. They rendered this image of a swamp at dusk, with water rippling; it was amazing.
I say all of that but unfortunately the enduring image in my head is from the opening act. Which would be unusual, because who remembers the opening band? Its been said before that I don't like to swear (too much) on my blog but,
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?!
First of all, I think 'The Bug' was actually just the DJ. At least that's the assumption that I've made. The skid mark was constantly sampling from his collection of 'world's most annoying sounds'. You wouldn't think there would be that many awful sounds, or that someone would take the time to compile them all in one place. Nevertheless, The Bug had the full collection, and I'm pretty sure he played them all for us. Twice. At full volume. With over-the-top amounts of bass. For Christ sake, the damn curtains were waving!
And can someone explain to me who the fuck that person singing was? I think The Bug was the DJ but was the person doing the singing just some drunk bastard that stumbled onto the stage? Christ was that annoying! I made a joke about The Bug being reggae rap; who knew I'd be so damn close! I was not in the mood for rastafarian rapping; leastways some that made no fucking sense.
I'm not usually one that campaigns for decency. I'm usually a pretty offensive person myself. But I can honestly say that I was hoping the police would step in, and put a stop to The Bug's performance, when that Jamaican poser started screaming about 'hardcore'. The only saving grace was that it was dark as ass in there during The Bug's show. I think I'd have gone dead inside if I could have made out what she was doing on stage, while she screamed at the top of her lungs about wanting it 'hardcore'.
I say all of that but unfortunately the enduring image in my head is from the opening act. Which would be unusual, because who remembers the opening band? Its been said before that I don't like to swear (too much) on my blog but,
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?!
First of all, I think 'The Bug' was actually just the DJ. At least that's the assumption that I've made. The skid mark was constantly sampling from his collection of 'world's most annoying sounds'. You wouldn't think there would be that many awful sounds, or that someone would take the time to compile them all in one place. Nevertheless, The Bug had the full collection, and I'm pretty sure he played them all for us. Twice. At full volume. With over-the-top amounts of bass. For Christ sake, the damn curtains were waving!
And can someone explain to me who the fuck that person singing was? I think The Bug was the DJ but was the person doing the singing just some drunk bastard that stumbled onto the stage? Christ was that annoying! I made a joke about The Bug being reggae rap; who knew I'd be so damn close! I was not in the mood for rastafarian rapping; leastways some that made no fucking sense.
I'm not usually one that campaigns for decency. I'm usually a pretty offensive person myself. But I can honestly say that I was hoping the police would step in, and put a stop to The Bug's performance, when that Jamaican poser started screaming about 'hardcore'. The only saving grace was that it was dark as ass in there during The Bug's show. I think I'd have gone dead inside if I could have made out what she was doing on stage, while she screamed at the top of her lungs about wanting it 'hardcore'.
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
It never ceases to amaze me how utterly selfish people are.
I'm standing around with nothing to do at the Blades game tonight. It was early; there was no one interested in beer yet. This women is standing by concession stand, eating something that I could not identify. I'm guessing a sandwich of some kind. A tomato falls out of it.
Its not like she didn't notice. She looked down at it on the ground. But she looked down, seemed to make the decision that it was not her problem, and walked away.
Come on! I'm not saying you have to eat the damn thing but at least pick it up. People drop fries and popcorn all the time. I'll let that slide, although its still a bit on the rude side. But a whole freakin' slice of tomato? That's gross.
I'm standing around with nothing to do at the Blades game tonight. It was early; there was no one interested in beer yet. This women is standing by concession stand, eating something that I could not identify. I'm guessing a sandwich of some kind. A tomato falls out of it.
Its not like she didn't notice. She looked down at it on the ground. But she looked down, seemed to make the decision that it was not her problem, and walked away.
Come on! I'm not saying you have to eat the damn thing but at least pick it up. People drop fries and popcorn all the time. I'll let that slide, although its still a bit on the rude side. But a whole freakin' slice of tomato? That's gross.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Sunday, November 09, 2008
Things That Piss Me Off:
What the hell is wrong with people that come to the HOCKEY rink and complain about the selection of alcohol? Its the damn hockey arena! We're not gonna have a 96 variety selection of your supposed 'top-shelf' alcohol to choose from. So what if the damn vodka is Alberta Spring? To your unsophisticated palate, vodka is vodka.
Idiots.
What the hell is wrong with people that come to the HOCKEY rink and complain about the selection of alcohol? Its the damn hockey arena! We're not gonna have a 96 variety selection of your supposed 'top-shelf' alcohol to choose from. So what if the damn vodka is Alberta Spring? To your unsophisticated palate, vodka is vodka.
Idiots.