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Thursday, June 29th, 2006
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I got a (fairly cheap) camera today. I'm wondering if this may be worth starting up again.
This is old.
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Comments: Read 8 or Add Your Own.
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I was pretty much set to buy the camera last week, and then they magically and with no explanation jacked the price up. And now the price is back down again, but on the (less appealing in my eyes) silver version. And I'm starting to wonder if I should really be spending that much on a camera when I have many other things I should buy. Like SOMETHING with a shelf or drawer in it. I have nary a shelf or drawer in my room and it's driving me a bit crazy. I have my bed and a table that's substituting as a desk right now. Luckily I have a large closet, but there's stuff all over the floor. I'd really like a real desk and some sort of dresser thing for my clothes.
At the grocery store, there was a sign that said "seafood savings that are OFF THE HOOK." And I laughed.
I bought couroroy pants today! For fifteen dollars! I've been looking for cords that aren't stupidly narrow legged for a long time and I finally found some. I felt so smug.
I went kayaking on the ocean yesterday, and it was pretty fantastic. We saw 2 seals, and one was following right behind our boats, playing in the little wakes or paddle strokes or something, and then would come up right off the stern. (Dig it, that's a boating term.) He was so cute but kind of scary looking at the same time. Their eyes are really dark and you can't really see them, so they look hollow. But yeah, I was about 5 feet away from a seal.
This has about as much point as a circle.
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Comments: Read 12 or Add Your Own.
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good day communists
The Canada Revenue Agency recently pushed me, and I fell into a rather sizable income tax refund that I got last week. As you can see at this truck stop on the Information Superhighway, through the majesty of economies of scale and undercutting, Future Shop is offering the Canon XT digital SLR for $899. This is by far the cheapest price I've seen it for (most other places are about $1100ish.) My conundrum is that despite the fact that I want a new camera to replace the one I lost and it's a very good camera, it's also a LOT of money to spend on something.
What do you think? Should I buy the camera? Should I not post anymore? Should I buy something else? Should I put the refund toward my RRSP?
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Comments: Read 24 or Add Your Own.
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Monday, February 27th, 2006
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I'm doing laundry tonight. Our laundry is shared with the 3 other apartments in our house thing. When I transferred my stuff from the washer to the dryer, I found 2 pairs of rather slinky looking panties. When I was folding my stuff after taking it out of the dryer, I found a renegade sock and yet another pair of panties. I've considered putting these panties under my roomates pillow, but I guess it would be really creepy to find some other girls' panties under your pillow, especially when you just got back from a weekend in Las Vegas. So now I have to take these panties back down to the laundry room. It seems like some sort of an elaborate plan to meet me. Leave your panties in the washing machine, get the guy in the other apartment to do his laundry and find your panties, meet him in the laundry room with naughty thoughts and a smile when he goes to return them.
Vancouver from the top of Mt Gardner. You can see Mt Baker in the background.
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Comments: Read 4 or Add Your Own.
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Wednesday, February 22nd, 2006
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I went for lunch downstairs in my building today. I thought I ordered a moderately priced sushi roll combo, but I ended up getting a rather more pricey sashimi combo. I didn't really care. Sashimi is fun to eat because I have no idea what any of it is, and it's fun to guess. I bit into a big chunk of something that tasted just like seawater does when you accidentally swallow some when you're playing around in waves and get thrown over. You know, with some sand, seaweed, urine and a carpet sample mixed in. All things considered though,it wasn't that bad. When I was a ninja, we got free lunch coupons. Of course I had to be able to throw my nunchucks between a guy's eyes from across an intersection daily, so things even out.
When I was waiting for the bus this morning they had a jackhammer backhoe thing at the intersection and they were digging into the road for who knows why. I was standing a good 40-50 feet away, but everytime they did it I could feel the ground shaking. I had to stop them. I knew if they kept going for a few minutes more, they'd internally knock the earth off axis and we'd go rolling across the floor of the universe just like a ping pong ball after one of those ping pong player really winds up and slugs one. I don't regret loosing my arm and my hair piece in the melee.
Oh I bought an RRSP yesterday because I'm little Warren Buffet now. Probably no one knows who Warren Buffet is. I got the highest mark in OAC high school accounting and somehow I won a book by Warren Buffet. I never read it and gave it to my friend's dad when we moved. Anyway yeah so welcome to the smarmy world of financial responsibility. Responsibility doesn't start with R, it starts with you. Wow, I totally just made that up just now. Anyway, I went to the bank at lunch and said 'hi, I want an rrsp, but I don't want to sit here and answer questions and stuff. I just want to give you money, and you put it in whatever RRSP you want. I'll figure out what I really want to do with it later." The lady looked confused and left for like 5 minutes while I watched short track speedskating on tv. Hey, they have tv's in banks now. Eventually she came back and said I should go upstairs and go talk to some other lady. So I go up there, and a few seconds later this little lady with an honest to goodness hunchback comes out. I gave her a bunch of stuff because apparently the bank need to invade your personal privacy a lot to let you give them money. Then she gave me an RRSP. Now when I look at my business on the website, it says I have investments.
I knocked up your mom like a door to door canvasser last night.
I gave a homeless guy 38 cents. There was a girl on the bus with fantastically black hair, and she was like 7 feet tall.
I went downtown last night to see Megan because she's briefly local. I walked down several blocks to a bus stop where two bus routes go, increasing my bus opportunities by 100%. One finally comes, and the bus pilot announces that we're going to wait 7 minutes becuase he's way ahead. 7 minutes! Come on. If you're that early, just keep driving fast and take over the schedule in front of you. To pass these 7 minutes I thought about text messaging Mike Cook, but realized it was late where he is and he'd probably throw a hissy fit. When he gets mad he turns red and flails around and his afro gets all jiggly.
I saw a website today that had ($50) shirts that had actual braille across the boobular area, if you're a girl or a generously endowed male. Supposedly if you're into being groped, you can let curious people have their way with you. If you meet someone you'd rather not be manhandled by, you can flip something up so they can read what the braille says. Oh and they also make panties if you want to throw caution to the wind.
I made our cat a sign to hang above her litter box that says "Senior Vice President of Waking up at 3pm" She's going to hold shareholder meetings under my bed. If she can get the Price/Earnings ratio above 25% this year, she gets a new mouse toy to lose under the couch.
From Saturday, atop (haha atop!) Mt Gardner on Bowen Island, looking uh, northwest. The white thing is a ferry:
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Comments: Read 15 or Add Your Own.
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Saturday, February 18th, 2006
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Wednesday, February 8th, 2006
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Today I bought an old 35mm film SLR camera. I'm taking a black and white photography course in March at an arty, hippie school. I have vague plans to start posting pictures again in or around April. Now that I have a job and actually know what's going on, I'll probably get some real hosting and try to find photoblog software/design that I don't hate and end up changing every 2 months.
On Monday I saw a guy with an even better jerry curl than Michael Cook.
Some of you may be aware that periodically I take on projects. Most of these are out of personal interest and contribute to my growth as a person. Recently, it's been making a fake online dating profile and seeing what happens. Several days ago I made this profile using pictures of Laura. I made up what I deem to be a pretty darn hilarious profile and left it up to the human population to respond.
Responses haven't been quit my job overwhelming, but it's been pretty fun. I've spoken on the intra-site instant messenger thing to several people, most of whom live very, very far away. One wonders exactly what someone from the UK is hoping to accomplish by messaging someone on the west coast of Canada.
I've gotten 2 messages from men over the age of 35. If you were too lazy to click the link, the profile I have is aged 21. One of these was inviting me to his "housewarming" party. (As I type this, some guy just wrote "you have a very cute mouth." What the hell kind of compliment is that?) I told both of these men to message me right back after they've invented a time machine that enables them to go back 15 years in their lives to when they wouldn't be creepy old men.
My most entertaining correspondence thus far has been with a younger guy. His profile is rife (yeah, rife) with mentions of his rather boring and unimpressive sounding job. One of his pictures is him getting a cake for being employee of the month or something.
( The actual exchange gets a bit graphic... )
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Comments: Read 23 or Add Your Own.
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Sunday, January 15th, 2006
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Here is the strangest phone call of my lfe.
Last week I had some time off, so I went to Whistler to go skiing. On Wednesday evening I was on a bus about halfway up to Whistler. My phone rang, and I wouldn't normally have answered it, but I figured I'd get to brag to whoever was calling that I was going skiing. I answer it, and there is silence on the other end, but I can tell someone is there. I say hello again and I hear a long sigh. Finally a guy asks who I am. I tell him I'm David and ask who he is. He doesn't say anything for a while, so I say I think he has the wrong number. He says no he doesn't, he's calling the person that his wife is cheating on him with.
I was mildly stunned by this, and at a complete loss for words, but was kind of laughing at the complete nonsensical nature of what was happening. He said that he was looking at his wife's phone records, and she was calling this number at all hours of the day and had decided that she was cheating on him with whoever it was. Having regained some of my ability to speak, I laughed a bit and told him that I didn't quite know what was going on, but I was certainly not sleeping with his wife. I told him I was on a bus to Whistler and had absolutely no idea what he was talking about.
It struck me about this time that there were about 30 or 40 people sitting very quietly around me, presumably at least half listening to this conversation.
I continued denying any knowledge of this, and he said that he understood, he didn't expect me to admit it. I of course said there was nothing to admit, which is probably exactly what he thought I'd say. In retrospect, I should have said that I'm 24 and not really into trying to nail a cougar.
He said he could tell me the days and times of the calls, and I said to go right ahead and tell me. I could hear paper moving in the background, and I said before he does that, to tell me the number he's trying to call, becuase I still thought he must be calling the wrong number. At this point, he either hung up or my phone lost the connection (probably more likely, since I was in a very mountainous region.)
There was a girl about my age sitting beside me who I'd been trying to talk to/see in the light so I could decide if she was actually cute or not. As I hung up, I couldn't decide if I should explain the weird call or if I was now weird, creepy cheating guy.
Having thought about it a bit more, he must have either been calling the wrong number, or the person that had my phone number before me is doodling his wife. I got the phone in June, and know that it was a guy that had the number before me.
So in conclusion, if you're some weird guy that obsessively reads through his wife's phone records because you suspect her of cheating on you, be sure you dial the correct phone number before you accuse whoever picks up of sleeping with your wife.
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Comments: Read 19 or Add Your Own.
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Sunday, December 18th, 2005
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Someone said 'Hello there handsome' to me this morning. Unfortunately it was an older gay man.
I never spend much time in school but I taught ladies plenty. It's true I hire my body out for pay, hey hey. I've gotten burned over Cheryl Tiegs, blown up for Raquel Welch. But when I end up in the hay it's only hay, hey hey. I might jump an open drawbridge, or Tarzan from a vine. 'Cause I'm the unknown stuntman that makes Eastwood look so fine.
Cuttlefish have an internal shell, large eyes, and eight arms and two tentacles furnished with denticulated suckers, by means of which it secures its prey. The name is sometimes applied to dibranchiate cephalopods generally.
One man sitting by a bus stop burst out laughing in the midst of asking for spare change. Another yelled out Merry Christmas to all who walked by before trying to get change. A man with the gruffest voice I've heard in some time was arguing with a woman sitting at a table on a patio in full out Jerry Springer style.
Thunder, thunder, thundercats, Ho! Thundercats are on the move, Thundercats are loose. Feel the magic, hear the roar, Thundercats are loose. Thunder, thunder, thunder, Thundercats! Thunder, thunder, thunder, Thundercats! Thunder, thunder, thunder, Thundercats! Thunder, thunder, thunder, Thundercats! Thundercats!
We went to the SPCA and walked a 3 month old puppy. We went to a park and he found a used condom in the grass and chewed on it.
Just the good ol' boys, never meanin' no harm. Beats all you've ever saw, been in trouble with the law since the day they was born. Straight'nin' the curve, flat'nin' the hills. Someday the mountain might get 'em, but the law never will. Makin' their way, the only way they know how, that's just a little bit more than the law will allow. Just good ol' boys, wouldn't change if they could, fightin' the system like a true modern day Robin Hood.
I wrote a Happy Holidays note to some random person I picked from somewhere in Newfoundland. I'd pay monies to see the reactions random letters get when they're received.
Hey there where ya goin', not exactly knowin', who says you have to call just one place home. He's goin' everywhere, B.J. McKay and his best friend Bear. He just keeps on movin', ladies keep improvin', every day is better than the last. New dreams and better scenes, and best of all I don't pay property tax. Rollin' down to Dallas, who's providin' my palace, off to New Orleans or who knows where. Places new and ladies, too, I'm B.J. McKay and this is my best friend Bear.
I had a dream about people I used to know in the arctic on towering rock pillars and someone threw an ATV off the top of one, and then a few dogs jumped off them.
Knight Rider, a shadowy flight into the dangerous world of a man who does not exist. Michael Knight, a young loner on a crusade to champion the cause of the innocent, the helpless in a world of criminals who operate above the law.
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Thursday, December 1st, 2005
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We went out for breakfast last week and they played Explosions in the Sky - The Earth Is Not A Cold Dead Place while I ate eggs benedict. My best friend since before high school came out for the weekend which made me happy but now sad that she's gone.
This is a weird time of year and there's snow right now, but it will be gone soon.
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Friday, October 28th, 2005
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I got intrigued by doing an odd thing and searched a map for a random small town in Saskatchewan. After finding that, I decided I like the name Lloyd. I searched telephone listings online to find a Lloyd that lived in that small town, got his address, and wrote him a letter. I told him I liked the name Lloyd, and how his town looked quaint from the pictures I saw on the internet, and I told him I'd never been to the praries before, but would like to at least see him. Then I included a few pictures, some of mine, and some of the random family that I found on a shelf in my closet and mailed it. So he'll get it in a few days and I think it would be really neat to get a letter like that.
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Comments: Read 5 or Add Your Own.
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Tuesday, October 18th, 2005
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I got an email this morning saying that I've already used 90% of my monthly bandwidth. I don' t know why, but my website has been using 2-3 times the normal daily bandwidth for the past week or so. Chances are it'll go down sometime tomorrow. Assuming it does, I can't post anything more until November 1.
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Comments: Read 10 or Add Your Own.
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Monday, October 17th, 2005
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Sunday, October 16th, 2005
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Saturday, October 15th, 2005
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Thursday, October 13th, 2005
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Wednesday, October 12th, 2005
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Tuesday, October 11th, 2005
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