Blog Question Of the Day:

Can the acting be good if the directing sucks?

The latest of my injuries:

The Daily Affirmation:

Today's highlight was lunch with my Mom, sister and niece. It was nice to see family in the middle of the day.

Bonus points to Emma who sat on my knee and giggled at me.

The Daily Affirmation:

Eurotrip is on cable this afternoon. The movie is not very good. However, this song is right at the beginning and it never ceases to make me smile/laugh.

Scotty Doesn't Know

I take it back. I think I am witty.

I know I wrote it, and you should belly laugh at your own jokes. But that post from a month an a half ago, about how Miley Cyrus sounds like Ricky from the Trailer Park Boys, just cracked me up.

Daily Affirmation (Part 2):

I'd like to be witty. I think that'd make me happy.

I love reading celebrity news. These people that write are more bitter and pissy than I could ever be on my grumpiest day. It does my soul good to read them slash apart stupid celebrities like Lindsay Lohan, like you or I might cut up bread. I just laugh my ass off and for a few moments I actually feel a little joy in my heart.

I have to be honest. I do not like the hats the LA Angels are wearing in tonight's ball game (June 3 vs the Yankees). My Mom made the comment that they look like Civil War soldier hats and I kinda have to agree. But my additional commentary to that would be, they just plain look stupid.

The Daily Affirmation:


Bad Meets Evil - Lighters

Here's my idea for the day:

Cafe World takes way too long to play. I've got like 30 stoves now, and that's a lot of clicking and messing around just to play a game. They always have incentives and special game features, which invariably involve going through a bunch of tasks to get some nominally useful new thing.

What about doing something useful? Cafe World takes too long to play. I have to click 15 stoves 4 times each to make a batch of something. They have these "Super Stoves" where I can one-click them and it automatically makes for dishes. How about you make a game feature that I can do a quest and the result is, I can combine my regular stoves into a Super Stove and save myself a haystack worth of effort.

Note to future self:

Remember to specifically mention every item that you want on your breakfast sandwich at McDonalds. Then confirm the order by having them repeat it to you. Obviously McDonalds drive-thru staff are too stupid to make inferences.

I ordered a "sausage biscuit" this morning. Who knew that was actually a discrete sandwich and you have to put "egg" in your description or else you don't get one. Who does that? Why would I not want the egg on a breakfast sandwich? Isn't the egg the defining part of a breakfast sandwich? And why wasn't there any cheese?

Oh yeah, she screwed up my McGriddle too. I asked for bacon and she gave me sausage.

So what's the deal? Go as fast as you can manage with your budget car on Highway 11? No one's going to do any police work?

I'm watching Facebook for the past few days and there's all these posts about radar traps inside of Saskatoon. So what exactly are we protecting people from? People going 65 in a 50? Really, how dangerous is that?

I'm driving down Highway 11 tonight, and I'm going a healthy clip. Its not 100 mph but I'm moving steadily. People are passing me like I'm a picket fence. And its cheap crappy cars, like Kia's and Hyundai's. What, they've given up on life, so they buy a $12,000 car and drive it until something stops them on a dime. I don't get it.

Maybe I'm just a pansy now. It makes no sense to me.

This just in!

Michael Ignatieff is NOT going to take a GST hike off the table.

You know, in case you hadn't heard.

That is all.

You know who Miley Cyrus reminds me of, when she's speaking unscripted?

Ricky from the Trailer Park Boys.

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing......Only I will remain.

This is quite possibly the greatest SAVE in the history of music:

Friday

Today . . . I let an ant live.

I haven't written in her in awhile. its not that I didn't have anything to say. There's always a ton of little things that come up in life, but I just never get motivated by them enough to write about it when I get home. Maybe I'm just becoming jaded like everyone else.

But I have two examples from this morning. And surprisingly, I am motivated to write.

Are people becoming more stupid? It seems to me like this might be true. I was only out for an hour but the cluelessness of people absolutely stunned me.

I'm in McDonalds to get breakfast. I like McDonalds breakfast . . . sue me. There are three clerks. Therefore there should be three lines, right? Well there was, until these two braying cows wandered right through the whole process, set it down roughly in the middle and proceeded to make base camp. They're wandering around in circles, wondering what to order, where their kids are, what table they should sit at, all the while completely screwing up the lines and turning the whole situation into a disaster. its times like that my eyes just go dark because I feel like smacking someone.

Then I'm coming home and I have to make a left turn onto Warman Road from 51st Street. This intersection has temporarily become famous because as you no doubt know by now, a plane crashed there last night. (Friday April 1) Its all well and fine for you looky-loos to drive through this intersection or stop at the Extra Foods to look at the plane. But this is my neighbourhood. I live here. Just one street north of the accident is the one I live on. So I HAVE to take this intersection.

As you'd guess, there's about a hundred jackalopes just milling around, looking at the airplane. I really don't care about that part. There's a semi-large plane crashed on the side of the road. Its interesting. What PISSES ME OFF is that I'm trying to make a left turn here, which is a pretty treacherous endeavour, as witnessed by the red light cameras they installed a couple of years ago. So I'm trying to make a left on a yellow line, and this RETARD decides that he needs to get a better look at the plane, and he makes a swooping right, right in front of the red Dodge pickup in front of me that is leading the left turn procession. So now its a full red, and Captain Ass Goblin is STILL making is wide right, because he's looking at the god damn plane instead of driving. So the whole intersection is tied up while this putrid pit stain satisfies his curiousity.

Its times like these I remember a quote from a good friend:

"Do you ever have one of those days when you just feel like mowing down the whole crowd?"

Going to the grocery store can be so amusing.

I needed a few things. I wasn't going to die without them or anything but its on my way home so I stopped at Extra Foods.

I thought, I'll buy 500 mL of milk, since I only use it for cereal and I'm only having that two more times this week. Why waste it by getting too much and having it spoil.

I stop at the milk aisle and start surveying the milk to find the one I want. I don't normally pay much attention to the expiry date on milk. I just grab one and go. But I was scrutinizing it closely because I didn't want to intend to get milk, and end up with cream. Since all the cartons were the same size.

The date on the milk, all of the 500 mL milk, was MAR 7. I thought to myself, wasn't that yesterday?

Yup, today's March 8th.

This fairly competently describes my attempts at dating:

Fish

Blog Question Of The Day:

Why is it that in movies and TV, the guy can be about three days unshaven and it looks all cool and edgy, but if a regular guy (like me) does that, I just look like a hobo?