Take heed and adhere to this pearl of wisdom: always swallow your food before you blow your nose. Trust me, failing to do so is not a pleasant experience. I'd gotten an order of rice from Edo Japan with a bit of sukiyaki sauce on it, and in mid-chew my nose started to run something fierce. I honked into a tissue and amidst the virulrous goo were whole grains of rice...
...still coated in sukiyaki sauce, I believe. If only I had my digital camera with me.
Currently: Lazing around in the glorious, warming sun.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Queen Elizabeth II: Revenge of the Sith
It was a rainy, dreary day. The thermostat barely pushed double digits and a piercing wind howled from all directions. What better English weather to greet the Queen with in the City of Champions? Like all true-blooded members of the Commonwealth, Nicole and I made the most of this occasion - we headed straight for the mall to catch a matinee.
At Nicole's suggestion we went to see Revenge of the Sith, and somewhere between my constantly dripping nose and hallucinogenic fever, I was pretty sure I was seeing a decent movie. By far the best of the new trilogy. Upon returning home we then watched A New Hope and The Empire Strikes Back. That's a whole lotta sci-fi for one evening, and I couldn't be more proud of my sweetie for initiating it. It would appear the geek-factor of this relationship doesn't balance quite as far to my side as I'd previously imagined!
And now I'm off to bed. I'm fully in the grips of an unforgiving cold, and being the big baby that I immediately turn into at the first sign of sickness, all I want to do is pound back the over-the-counters and crawl into bed.
Currently listening to: My heartbeat throb in the side of my head.
At Nicole's suggestion we went to see Revenge of the Sith, and somewhere between my constantly dripping nose and hallucinogenic fever, I was pretty sure I was seeing a decent movie. By far the best of the new trilogy. Upon returning home we then watched A New Hope and The Empire Strikes Back. That's a whole lotta sci-fi for one evening, and I couldn't be more proud of my sweetie for initiating it. It would appear the geek-factor of this relationship doesn't balance quite as far to my side as I'd previously imagined!
And now I'm off to bed. I'm fully in the grips of an unforgiving cold, and being the big baby that I immediately turn into at the first sign of sickness, all I want to do is pound back the over-the-counters and crawl into bed.
Currently listening to: My heartbeat throb in the side of my head.
Monday, May 23, 2005
Beautiful Day
Another weekend has come and gone, and that means some updated ball hockey stats: matter-of-factly. The weather was absolutely gorgeous on Sunday and we had a whopping 11 players come out. I flirted with my first shutout ever during the first game, eventually winning 10-1. The other team scored on their last shot of the game, though we came right back to finish it up.
The second game, though a losing cause at 10-9, was perhaps the best. The teams were very evenly matched, and both Russ and I managed to pull off some sweet moves. I'd say it was my most complete game in net...now if only I can stop those simple shots from the centre line, all will be well.
By the third game everyone was pretty wiped out, and the sun was beating down even hotter than ever. Even the earlier cloud coverage cowered away from the burning rays. I spotted the other team a 4-goal lead, early in to the game, though the boys managed to rally and pull out a victory. Ha-zah!
Currently: Suffering from a sinus cold...so very, very stuffy. Creativity zapped.
The second game, though a losing cause at 10-9, was perhaps the best. The teams were very evenly matched, and both Russ and I managed to pull off some sweet moves. I'd say it was my most complete game in net...now if only I can stop those simple shots from the centre line, all will be well.
By the third game everyone was pretty wiped out, and the sun was beating down even hotter than ever. Even the earlier cloud coverage cowered away from the burning rays. I spotted the other team a 4-goal lead, early in to the game, though the boys managed to rally and pull out a victory. Ha-zah!
Currently: Suffering from a sinus cold...so very, very stuffy. Creativity zapped.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
CPAC Tango
Since Nicole and I regained cable, I'm happy to report that for the most part, I've done fairly well at limiting my daily viewing. There's honestly been days where, when I've turned on the idiot-box, it simply served as background noise.
When I do watch, however, I tend to zone in on The Discovery Channel, The Weather Network, and the news. There's no sports highlights to speak of, and aside from a bit of Monday Raw or Sunday evening cartoons, very little of the programming interests me in the least. Most notably, our humble abode remains a Reality TV-Free Zone at all times, no exceptions.
Perhaps it's the palpitable excitement in the air, but all this craziness going on within our federal government actually makes for good entertainment. I've been watching CPAC for almost 2 hours now, this evening, and boy do those politicians enjoy tearing in to one another. It's all screaming, and innuendo and shrewdly veiled threats...and then question period officially begins! I don't believe they're actually getting much accomplished, but damn if it's not enjoyable to watch.
Currently: Contemplating having some more pizza mere minutes before going to bed.
When I do watch, however, I tend to zone in on The Discovery Channel, The Weather Network, and the news. There's no sports highlights to speak of, and aside from a bit of Monday Raw or Sunday evening cartoons, very little of the programming interests me in the least. Most notably, our humble abode remains a Reality TV-Free Zone at all times, no exceptions.
Perhaps it's the palpitable excitement in the air, but all this craziness going on within our federal government actually makes for good entertainment. I've been watching CPAC for almost 2 hours now, this evening, and boy do those politicians enjoy tearing in to one another. It's all screaming, and innuendo and shrewdly veiled threats...and then question period officially begins! I don't believe they're actually getting much accomplished, but damn if it's not enjoyable to watch.
Currently: Contemplating having some more pizza mere minutes before going to bed.
Monday, May 16, 2005
Forget the Sith
Sure, we all know that the final Star Wars movie will be coming out next week, but I'm of the opinion that this gangsta rap video reveals everything you need to know about this fantasy universe.
You can watch the original, which has to be at least 4 years old, and you can also check out the awesome updated version - same catchy tune, but with fancy new animations.
How's about that "most talented" Team Canada ever, eh?
You can watch the original, which has to be at least 4 years old, and you can also check out the awesome updated version - same catchy tune, but with fancy new animations.
How's about that "most talented" Team Canada ever, eh?
Friday, May 13, 2005
My Poor Body
It seems I'm continually finding new ways to torture my poor, youthful body. Nicole's got me hooked on this crazy cultish fad called "running" and with very little preparation, I seem to enjoy throwing my body in to a few games of ball hockey every 30 days or so.
Tonight ended up being absolutely beautiful weather-wise, with little wind, a warm temperature, and not a cloud in the sky. We managed to get 1.5 games played in 2.5 hours, and if it wasn't for that damn setting sun, I'm sure we would have played quite a bit longer. It seems that the gap between each outing gets longer and longer, so I'm usually so excited to get the opportunity to suit up that I just want to keep playing - regardless of wins or losses. Mentally I seem to get down on myself for piling up the losses, but counting the two tonight, that only leaves me at two games below .500! Hell, a 50/50 chance, that's not so bad!
Anyways, things tend to get a bit silly once the sun sets and you're still playing. Not being able to see the ball once it's in motion is a bit like lightsabre training while blindfolded. You simply have to give in to The Force and hope to hell the ball hits you.
I'd best get off to bed...I've got to pick Nicole up from work in 5 hours, run 6km, sleep for a few more hours, then be at work for 10am. I think my legs are starting to burn already.
Currently: Watching some Discovery Channel after getting the cable hooked back up! We barely lasted 6 weeks without it!
Tonight ended up being absolutely beautiful weather-wise, with little wind, a warm temperature, and not a cloud in the sky. We managed to get 1.5 games played in 2.5 hours, and if it wasn't for that damn setting sun, I'm sure we would have played quite a bit longer. It seems that the gap between each outing gets longer and longer, so I'm usually so excited to get the opportunity to suit up that I just want to keep playing - regardless of wins or losses. Mentally I seem to get down on myself for piling up the losses, but counting the two tonight, that only leaves me at two games below .500! Hell, a 50/50 chance, that's not so bad!
Anyways, things tend to get a bit silly once the sun sets and you're still playing. Not being able to see the ball once it's in motion is a bit like lightsabre training while blindfolded. You simply have to give in to The Force and hope to hell the ball hits you.
I'd best get off to bed...I've got to pick Nicole up from work in 5 hours, run 6km, sleep for a few more hours, then be at work for 10am. I think my legs are starting to burn already.
Currently: Watching some Discovery Channel after getting the cable hooked back up! We barely lasted 6 weeks without it!
Friday, May 06, 2005
Mrs. Footz Would Be Rolling In Her Grave...
...if she were dead, I suppose. And, you know, if she didn't just roll up and disintegrate like the Wicked Witch of the East at the beginning of Oz.
I was re-reading my post and was appalled to discover how poor my grammer was. Nearly every sentence jumped between present and past tense, not only from one sentence to the next, but also from within!
How on Earth did I get such great marks on 6-years worth of university essays? You know, aside from sleeping with all my professors?
I was re-reading my post and was appalled to discover how poor my grammer was. Nearly every sentence jumped between present and past tense, not only from one sentence to the next, but also from within!
How on Earth did I get such great marks on 6-years worth of university essays? You know, aside from sleeping with all my professors?
The Summer of Kris
Okay, I might not be sleeping in all day, lounging around the apartment in my underpants, or going on impromptu tours of the Legislature, but I do intend to enjoy each and every moment of it. Well, that and finish up my remaining correspondence coursework, I suppose. Then, then I'm going to buy to biggest-assed frame out there and proudly display that diploma of mine!
Truth be told, I think I'm still in a mild state of shock from the final crunch of exams. Whenever I sit down to compose a post, my mind just draws a blank and I end up staring at the screen for quite a few moments...then I play a few rounds of Trogdor and completely forget about my initial intent.
Let's see. What have I done lately. I guess Nicole and I checked out The Killers in concert, which turned out to be mildly disappointing. It was held at the Shaw Conference Centre, which has terrible acoustics, the "booze area" was about a football field's length away from the stage, and it was all over by 10:30pm. Mid-week, all-ages shows just don't go that extra mile, I suppose. There was very little crowd-interaction and their live performance was virtually identical to their CD sound. After experiencing the Velvet Revolver concert, I'm not sure if any concert will be able to top it...and I don't even like them all that much. It was by far, though, the most explosive rock show I've ever been to. Those veterans really knew how to f'n rock-out.
Somewhere between running, sleeping, and watching DVD television box-sets, Nicole and I also saw The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, which was a fairly decent movie. I've read the entire 5-part trilogy and thoroughly enjoyed Douglas Adams' quirky story telling ability. I'm not quite sure what I would have thought if I hadn't read the books, but Nicole assures me it was pretty good. I would have imagined she'd have left the theatre entertained, yet undoubtedly confused. There was an eerie moment when we realized we were both getting old and cantankerous: the movie was too loud.
And on that note, it's almost 1am and I'm absolutely exhausted...time for bed.
Currently: Updating my VegCam image. You guys were really on to something there.
Truth be told, I think I'm still in a mild state of shock from the final crunch of exams. Whenever I sit down to compose a post, my mind just draws a blank and I end up staring at the screen for quite a few moments...then I play a few rounds of Trogdor and completely forget about my initial intent.
Let's see. What have I done lately. I guess Nicole and I checked out The Killers in concert, which turned out to be mildly disappointing. It was held at the Shaw Conference Centre, which has terrible acoustics, the "booze area" was about a football field's length away from the stage, and it was all over by 10:30pm. Mid-week, all-ages shows just don't go that extra mile, I suppose. There was very little crowd-interaction and their live performance was virtually identical to their CD sound. After experiencing the Velvet Revolver concert, I'm not sure if any concert will be able to top it...and I don't even like them all that much. It was by far, though, the most explosive rock show I've ever been to. Those veterans really knew how to f'n rock-out.
Somewhere between running, sleeping, and watching DVD television box-sets, Nicole and I also saw The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, which was a fairly decent movie. I've read the entire 5-part trilogy and thoroughly enjoyed Douglas Adams' quirky story telling ability. I'm not quite sure what I would have thought if I hadn't read the books, but Nicole assures me it was pretty good. I would have imagined she'd have left the theatre entertained, yet undoubtedly confused. There was an eerie moment when we realized we were both getting old and cantankerous: the movie was too loud.
And on that note, it's almost 1am and I'm absolutely exhausted...time for bed.
Currently: Updating my VegCam image. You guys were really on to something there.
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