I’ve actually gotten to the point where I’m considering taking the h1n1 virus vaccination. I usually stay clear of the flu shot, as I have very heavy contact with the public these days. Maybe I’m paranoid. Still I don’t want to get to this point:
Hat tip: Todd (for the photo, not for possibly contracting swine flu. I haven’t. Really).
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Hat tip to Todd. Less than filler tomorrow.
Ten Thoughts to Ponder for 2009
10. Life is sexually transmitted.
9. Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.
8. Men have two emotions: Hungry and Horny. If you see him without an erection, make him a sandwich.
7. Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day. Teach a person to use the Internet and they won’t bother you for weeks.
6. Some people are like a Slinky… not really good for anything, but you still can’t help but smile when you shove them down the stairs.
5. Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday, lying in hospitals dying of nothing.
4. All of us could take a lesson from the weather. It pays no attention to Criticism.
3. Why does a slight tax increase cost you $200.00 and a substantial tax cut saves you $30.00?
2. In the 60’s, people took acid to make the world weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it normal..
1. Life is like a jar of Jalapeno peppers, what you do today might burn your tush tomorrow.
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I know, I’ve been away for months. Haven’t posted consistently in, oh, say a year. I’ve got a new lease on life, and a new blog. Check it out.
P.S. I will continue to post here as well. Mild changes coming soon.
It always hurts when you take your exit from the playoffs. It’s worse when your star player, Luongo has a very uncharacteristic performance.
Still, this season was far beyond my expectations. I barely expected to see the ‘Nucks in the playoffs, let alone get this far.
But until next year, I give you…
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John Madden has decided to call it quits today as a broadcaster, drawing to a close forty years in football, as both a coach and a broadcaster. Though I didn’t always agree with his viewpoint, there has to be something to be said about his longevity and popularity.
What I do have to ask is this. Who now will be able to point out the exceedingly obvious with such panache?
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Watchmen looks at the world through the literary lens of what if. What if America won Vietnam because of a super-human. What if Tricky Dick was elected to many consecutive Presidential terms? What would humanity do on the verge of global thermonuclear war? What if costumed vigilantes were outlawed?
Now, the most pressing concern: what if the Watchmen were really the kids from Peanuts? Inspired by the following artwork I found on the web:
Let’s to back to the forties. Linus van Pelt, operating as a morally corrupt Comedian, rapes his mother, the original Silk Spectre, and fathers his sister Lucy, who becomes the second Silk Spectre. Even back then, incest IS a game the whole family can play.
Fast forward to the sixties. Charlie Brown gets disintegrated accidentally in an experiment. His last words would have been ‘Good Grief’ had his consciousness not survived and become a glowing blue person who has a strong propensity for nudism. Later that decade, Charlie Brown and Linus decimate the Viet-Cong on about a month, as Linus burns many to death with a flamethrower while Charlie Brown grows to several hundred feet tall and blows up enemy soldiers by the thousands. Charlie Brown begins to lose touch with humanity when he lets Linus kill a woman he raped.
Back in America, Schroeder becomes very intelligent and wants to save mankind. Pig Pen starts to think he’s a Night Owl. An Charlie Brown changes Snoopy’s spots to move in a kind of kinetic Rorschach. All just in time to become outlawed.
Charlie Brown and Linus continue as government agents. Charlie Brown also starts sleeping with his best friend’s sister/daughter. This makes Luke and Leia’s kiss in Empire look like nothing.
Snoopy becomes a criminal outlaw who ironically supports the Republicans.
Schroeder sells out his costumed self and makes a fortune marketing the past as there is no further need for classical Beethoven pianists.
Pig Pen becomes a drunk with no purpose. Of course, Linus’ satirical view of the American dream decimates Pig Pen, who refuses to follow Linus into a pumpkin patch to find (and subsequently murder) the Great Pumpkin.
Part II to follow soon.
Society, the Machine, Big Brother, whatever you call it, would tend to deem graffiti a form of vandalism, not expression.
There are definite cases that I really disagree.
Like this:
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It is always disheartening when following down a path you think is right and it ends up a dead end for yourself. Much more so when you put so much on hold to find out the choice wasn’t right. Bah.
Still, it provides some clear introspection. Self re-evaluation. I’ve forgotten too much of myself lately, and need to reconnect. And back to blogging and photography. I can’t even fathom that I really haven’t gone and taken any pictures in MONTHS.
As such, and being as we went to Victoria last weekend…
Dawn in Victoria
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I swear, today the machines (well, at bare minimum computer and computer based devices) decided to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day one day early. Consider the following ‘phun’ these beasts had with me:
• My handheld mobile device for work decided to only download half my jobs (as the paper backup evidenced that the entire queue was released for download). Shame I wasn’t let off the hook for the truant orders.
• My personal handheld mobile device (read iPhone) ‘decided’ to hang up on all calls one minute in the early afternoon today. I actually blame the Rogers network over my physical piece of technology, but when I or others stress over mobile communication, I try to remind myself that for the majority of my existence, this technology did not exist, and we got along just fine.
• The most heinous, my Score mobile application for my phone decided to tell me that in the English Premier Football League, the Toronto Raptors would face the Charlotte Bobcats. They would also simultaneously golf, play hockey, baseball, and the North American brands of football. The NBA must be fully CGI by now.
But machines can’t make mistakes. Well, that’s what the powers at work claim. There is some logic. They just follow instructions without question (how Orwellian, as it is managements dictum for us in regards to our orders).
But still, macines, like man, wear down. And ultimately, the instructions given by the operators, who are human, have the potential to be flawed. Which brings to light the real point. People are far less inclined to think when using a computer or reasonable facsimile.
So why not pen and paper anymore? Paper is more and more recycled stock, and trees can be replanted. If my return to post secondary was any insight, young people’s dependency on computers has eroded their capacity to think individually.
Could this be by some design?
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… do we have a radio station that not only promotes, but had someone at City Hall sign a declaration that March 14 is Steak and BJ Day in the city of Vancouver.
… we live in the mountains, a stone’s throw away from Whistler, and so many residents of the Lower Mainland have neither the ability or desire to ski.
… do so many people wear Canucks clothing and support the team, but really have no understanding of the game. Listen to TEAM 1040, and see how retarded Vancouverites are as they play GM on the air. They are even worse than Filet Mignon with his line juggling.
… does it take 55 minutes to drive 5 km in rush hour. Thank you stalls on bridges daily.
… I have seen so many islands in the roads. Our main intersection is an example. If, Gods forbid, Dawn and I want Choke and Puke, it’s a two minute walk, but because of the islands, it’s a ten minute drive to get to the right side of the street.
… would I even fathom that there is a very significant movement boycotting the Olympics and using the plight of the homeless as the crux of their argument. I may sound heavily Conservative here, but even in these rough economic times, there are still more jobs than people here. Some of the homeless would do well to get off their ass and apply themselves.
… do so many people drive the wrong way down a one way street. I’ve even gotten into an argument with one who argued the posted signage was wrong, and that myself and every other driver on Granville Street that the signs indicating to drive north were wrong, that it goes only south. Fraktard.
… do people turn the wrong way onto a street divided by an island, and instead of biting the bullet and righting themselves to drive along in the appropriate direction until the opportunity arises to turn themselves around, they drive straight over the island to continue in their intended direction, fucking up the underside of their vehicle and pissing a lot of people in the process.
What an interesting yet fucked up land we live in. Well, either way, happy Steak and BJ Day!
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