I was at work all evening, ironically calling Americans, so I was unable to watch the Presidential Debate. I was enheartened to discover, at the time, that many people I called were in the process of watching the debate.
As I said, I didn't watch the program, but I'm operating under the assumption, no, gut instinct, that Bush carried on in his usual despicable manner, and Kerry stood around with that Franken-grin of his. At the very least the head-to-head sparring match should have made it very clear that Bush should not be allowed back into the White House. This fact is so evident that I practically regard it as a Universal Law.
But no...polls following the debate show that 4 more years under Bush's reign of terror are expected to continue in November. Whereas Gregg provided a thoughtful criticism of American politics, my two cents can currently be summed up as follows: What the fuck does this war monger, Bush, have to do for the voting public to turn him away and what the fuck can possibly be going through a voter's mind when then think casting their ballot for him is the proper thing to do? What the fuck are the priorities of the American mindset?
One President lies about receiving a blow-job and they rise up to impeach him. The next one lies to start a war which kills 1,000 of their children and shepherds the populace under a state of constant fear...yet they reward him.
America under President Bush is an affront to peace and humanity, and I feel empathy for not only our neighbours to the south, but for all the peoples of the world.
Currently: Reading positive reviews of George W. Bush in a state of utter disbelief.
Thursday, September 30, 2004
I Bent My Wookie
Having Nate's combusticated computer laying on the floor next to me, has really made me appreciate this little eMachine I've got. Sure, by the time I replaced the speakers, mouse, keyboard, upgraded the graphics card and quadrupled the RAM, it might be said that it's not really the same computer I originally bought, but it sure as hell is more flexible than that damn Acer ever was, and 1/4 the MSRP.
I've stayed my mp3 collecting addiction by feeding that obsessive compulsive part of my brain with game downloads. Once I truly discovered where to go and how to install cracked game ISO's, it's opened a whole new realm for me. Truth be told, it all started with Return to Castle Wolfenstein. It was with this game that I first realized my computer was much more powerful than I thought, as I was capable of playing it on the highest quality settings. Since then, I've added a few more games to my collection:
- Tiger Woods PGA Tour 2005
- Star Wars: Battlefront
- Rome: Total War
- Call of Duty
- Medal of Honor
- Unreal Tournament 2004
- Grand Theft Auto: Vice City
- The Sims 2
- Warhammer 40k: Dawn of War
- Doom III
These are in excess of the various programs I've downloaded, from Microsoft Office 2003 Professional to Adobe Creative Suite. My HD is quickly filling to capacity, so maybe I should add a few more gigs of storage space to my birthday wishlist.
I've been playing Star Wars quite a bit lately, as there's nothing quite as rewarding as sniping Jar Jar Binks in the eye from 100 yards away or setting fire to a village of screaming Ewoks.
Currently: Making a vow to try and wake up @ 7am every morning!
I've stayed my mp3 collecting addiction by feeding that obsessive compulsive part of my brain with game downloads. Once I truly discovered where to go and how to install cracked game ISO's, it's opened a whole new realm for me. Truth be told, it all started with Return to Castle Wolfenstein. It was with this game that I first realized my computer was much more powerful than I thought, as I was capable of playing it on the highest quality settings. Since then, I've added a few more games to my collection:
- Tiger Woods PGA Tour 2005
- Star Wars: Battlefront
- Rome: Total War
- Call of Duty
- Medal of Honor
- Unreal Tournament 2004
- Grand Theft Auto: Vice City
- The Sims 2
- Warhammer 40k: Dawn of War
- Doom III
These are in excess of the various programs I've downloaded, from Microsoft Office 2003 Professional to Adobe Creative Suite. My HD is quickly filling to capacity, so maybe I should add a few more gigs of storage space to my birthday wishlist.
I've been playing Star Wars quite a bit lately, as there's nothing quite as rewarding as sniping Jar Jar Binks in the eye from 100 yards away or setting fire to a village of screaming Ewoks.
Currently: Making a vow to try and wake up @ 7am every morning!
Monday, September 20, 2004
Testing, Testing...
...this post is of no importance. My blog seems to be publishing funny in Firefox, so I'm just screwing around.
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
I Fought The Law...
...and the law won. Apparently, intent to try and do the right thing is not sufficient for any degree of leniency. Well, that's not correct. The judge gave me until May 2005 to pay $172 for not turning right. The first dozen or so people before me were up for driving without insurance, and that carries a minimum fine of $2850, for the first offence, and increases dramatically from there. By the time it got to me, I almost felt kind of silly asking for time to pay my comparably insignificant fine.
The experience as a whole, however, was actually an interesting one. I had pleaded not guilty (as I rightly believed I had a reasonable explanation for trying to get out of that traffic situation) so the case went to trial. First the police officer took the stand and gave his statement. I then had the opportunity to ask the officer questions, but his statement pretty much verified what I was already going to say: was in right-turn lane, signaled to get out, turned into left lane once light turned green. Since he was using those facts to base his charges against me, my attempt to use the same facts to plead my innocence was severely hampered.
It was then my turn to take the stand, got to state my name, swear on the Bible and everything! They didn't tell me which hand to place on it, but movies have assured me that it's the right. Actually, they first ask you if you're willing to swear on the Bible, and you can say yes or no. I gave my little rendition of the events, the prosecution asked me why I didn't just turn right and circle around the block, and I countered that LRT construction was causing havoc in the area (detours, etc.) it was rush-hour, and I had no idea where I'd end up.
The judge commended me on how well-spoken my statement was, but in the end, upheld the fine. She took sympathy on my inflexible student budget, and granted me time to pay, which was much more courteous than throwing me in jail for 3 days.
Currently listening to: Our Lady Peace - Naveed
The experience as a whole, however, was actually an interesting one. I had pleaded not guilty (as I rightly believed I had a reasonable explanation for trying to get out of that traffic situation) so the case went to trial. First the police officer took the stand and gave his statement. I then had the opportunity to ask the officer questions, but his statement pretty much verified what I was already going to say: was in right-turn lane, signaled to get out, turned into left lane once light turned green. Since he was using those facts to base his charges against me, my attempt to use the same facts to plead my innocence was severely hampered.
It was then my turn to take the stand, got to state my name, swear on the Bible and everything! They didn't tell me which hand to place on it, but movies have assured me that it's the right. Actually, they first ask you if you're willing to swear on the Bible, and you can say yes or no. I gave my little rendition of the events, the prosecution asked me why I didn't just turn right and circle around the block, and I countered that LRT construction was causing havoc in the area (detours, etc.) it was rush-hour, and I had no idea where I'd end up.
The judge commended me on how well-spoken my statement was, but in the end, upheld the fine. She took sympathy on my inflexible student budget, and granted me time to pay, which was much more courteous than throwing me in jail for 3 days.
Currently listening to: Our Lady Peace - Naveed
Monday, September 13, 2004
No NHL? No Problem!
It feels like it's been ages, but I finally managed to put in a few ball hockey games with the guys. It's hard to believe, but with the 3 (well, 2.5) games we played today, I'm only up to game 14! That's not really all that much hockey - no wonder it always feels like I'm a bit rusty between the pipes.
It was a great day to be outside, especially after the nasty weather we've had all week. Who would have predicted that the weekend would turn out so beautifully? When the dust settled, though, I was 2-1 for the day, and loved every minute of it. We even had an audience, as some awesome dad stopped by with his 3 boys to sit and watch the action.
Not nearly as quaint, however, was the fact that my car was vandalized over-night. I had left it parked outside Nate's place, not far from where my old apartment used to be. I'm not quite sure what happened, but it almost looks like someone side-swiped it. It's nothing too severe, but my driver's side mirror is now busted (it looked horrible before Jeremy snapped it back into place) and scratch marks are visible almost the entire length of the vehicle. Disrespectful bastards! It's like your mom always says, whenever you have something nice, someone else will find a way to steal it or break it. I don't miss living in that damn neighbourhood, that's for sure...
Currently: Drying off after having a shower to try and clean that goaltender equipment "funk" off my skin.
It was a great day to be outside, especially after the nasty weather we've had all week. Who would have predicted that the weekend would turn out so beautifully? When the dust settled, though, I was 2-1 for the day, and loved every minute of it. We even had an audience, as some awesome dad stopped by with his 3 boys to sit and watch the action.
Not nearly as quaint, however, was the fact that my car was vandalized over-night. I had left it parked outside Nate's place, not far from where my old apartment used to be. I'm not quite sure what happened, but it almost looks like someone side-swiped it. It's nothing too severe, but my driver's side mirror is now busted (it looked horrible before Jeremy snapped it back into place) and scratch marks are visible almost the entire length of the vehicle. Disrespectful bastards! It's like your mom always says, whenever you have something nice, someone else will find a way to steal it or break it. I don't miss living in that damn neighbourhood, that's for sure...
Currently: Drying off after having a shower to try and clean that goaltender equipment "funk" off my skin.
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
LOTR: Return of Blockbuster Video II
Who says my life doesn't entertain a certain degree of continuity? While out the other evening to Safeway to pick up a few groceries for lunches, I decided it was about time to bury the hatchet between myself and Blockbuster Video. This pertains to an incident that dates back to December 04, 2003.
As you may recall, I had discovered to my horror that the game LOTR: Return of the King was still in my possession, though I believed I had returned it a month previous. Upon receiving their wayward game, they were kind enough to waive the $100 replacement fee, and most of the late charges - all that remained was a little over $20 owed to them - and I hadn't been back since.
Was it cowardice? Miserliness? Stubbornness?
Draw your own conclusions, but I figured nearly 10 months was more than enough time to allow Blockbuster to think seriously about what they'd done, in allowing me to rent a game that was obviously so amazing that even my own mind conspired against me to possess it. Indeed, it was my precious...
Currently: Trying to get "The Sims" working on my computer
As you may recall, I had discovered to my horror that the game LOTR: Return of the King was still in my possession, though I believed I had returned it a month previous. Upon receiving their wayward game, they were kind enough to waive the $100 replacement fee, and most of the late charges - all that remained was a little over $20 owed to them - and I hadn't been back since.
Was it cowardice? Miserliness? Stubbornness?
Draw your own conclusions, but I figured nearly 10 months was more than enough time to allow Blockbuster to think seriously about what they'd done, in allowing me to rent a game that was obviously so amazing that even my own mind conspired against me to possess it. Indeed, it was my precious...
Currently: Trying to get "The Sims" working on my computer
Reading, 'riting, and 'rythmetic
Woe is me, returning to the hallowed halls of the University of Alberta yet once again. Though I'm actually quite excited to be tackling the books, I'm less than impressed with all the people that have filled the place! Over the past 4 months I began to become accustomed to the place being virtually empty: line-ups were non-existent, pedestrian traffic was free-flowing, and gawdy first-years weren't lounging around the place in bar clothes, obviously incapable yet of breaking free of their High School propensities.
What should have been a few minutes of running around, painfully turned to hours. Just this once I actually decided to purchase some of my texts during the first week of class, and this I solemnly vow: NEVER AGAIN.
Bah!
Currently: Hastily getting ready to head back out for 7 hours of working for The Man.
What should have been a few minutes of running around, painfully turned to hours. Just this once I actually decided to purchase some of my texts during the first week of class, and this I solemnly vow: NEVER AGAIN.
Bah!
Currently: Hastily getting ready to head back out for 7 hours of working for The Man.
Saturday, August 21, 2004
NyQuil and Sudafed
Certainly not to the same extent as in this scenario, but hey, anything to try and feel better, eh? I still maintain that the pool and/or hot tub and/or sauna in the building is responsible for my diseased state, though my better half insists that the sheer medical theory behind such a scenario disproves such a ludicrous idea. Science be damned! It's not my fault that I'm sick, so someone/thing has to take the blame, and that thing resides on the 3rd floor of this complex.
You've probably been noticing that my posts over the past month have been sporadic and erratic at best. At first I reasoned that it was due to various demands on my time - moving, exams, work - but I've since come to realize that it's due to my new living arrangements. On more than one occasion, this Blog was used to entertain and inform not only my friends and family, but specifically that special lady in my life. Now that Nicole and I are living under one roof, it's akin to using the phone to communicate between the living room and kitchen. Not that such an arrangement wouldn't be fun, in a Secret Ops kind of way, but direct conversation does afford a greater degree of satisfaction. I'm sure she's infinitely pleased to be the initial audience of all my fantastical tales of daring-do.
Currently listening to: The Beastie Boys - Shazam!
You've probably been noticing that my posts over the past month have been sporadic and erratic at best. At first I reasoned that it was due to various demands on my time - moving, exams, work - but I've since come to realize that it's due to my new living arrangements. On more than one occasion, this Blog was used to entertain and inform not only my friends and family, but specifically that special lady in my life. Now that Nicole and I are living under one roof, it's akin to using the phone to communicate between the living room and kitchen. Not that such an arrangement wouldn't be fun, in a Secret Ops kind of way, but direct conversation does afford a greater degree of satisfaction. I'm sure she's infinitely pleased to be the initial audience of all my fantastical tales of daring-do.
Currently listening to: The Beastie Boys - Shazam!
Thursday, August 12, 2004
To The 5 Boroughs
One final exam to go, and I'm done with University for an entire 3 weeks, before heading back in September for the final, long-anticipated, and infamous final stretch of my University undergraduate career.
Upon returning home from work this afternoon, I'll be diving head-first into an Anthropology of Religion take-home final exam/paper, which is worth an impressive 40% of my final grade in the course. My experience with Sociology and Anthropology is that Anthropology has turned out to be what I thought Sociology was about, and Sociology has turned out to be something resembling quantum mathematics and infinintesimal algebraic theory. While enjoying both, it tends to be with Anthropology that my literary skills of bull-shitism and wild, unfounded, and imaginative declarations vexes the instructors into assigning me a high grade.
Having said that, though, I had a uniquely unexpected experience before writing a final exam this morning. As the professor was handing out the exam, he brought up the grades for our term project (the one I handed in on Monday after staying awake for over 30 hours) and was polite enough to announce that I had received the highest grade and received a monetary award for my proficiency! Never before have I received money from a professor for a job well done; bribes tend to flow from student to teacher, as I understand it. It was also unsettling, because it took a good 10 minutes before my elation cleared and I was able to actually focus on writing the exam at hand.
So, as I type this in the confines of Nicole and I's new, unsettled apartment, I'm enjoying a cold beer on the patio and pat on the back for continuing the reversal of a post-secondary education that was formerly beyond abysmal.
Currently listening to: Yellowcard - Life of a Salesman
Upon returning home from work this afternoon, I'll be diving head-first into an Anthropology of Religion take-home final exam/paper, which is worth an impressive 40% of my final grade in the course. My experience with Sociology and Anthropology is that Anthropology has turned out to be what I thought Sociology was about, and Sociology has turned out to be something resembling quantum mathematics and infinintesimal algebraic theory. While enjoying both, it tends to be with Anthropology that my literary skills of bull-shitism and wild, unfounded, and imaginative declarations vexes the instructors into assigning me a high grade.
Having said that, though, I had a uniquely unexpected experience before writing a final exam this morning. As the professor was handing out the exam, he brought up the grades for our term project (the one I handed in on Monday after staying awake for over 30 hours) and was polite enough to announce that I had received the highest grade and received a monetary award for my proficiency! Never before have I received money from a professor for a job well done; bribes tend to flow from student to teacher, as I understand it. It was also unsettling, because it took a good 10 minutes before my elation cleared and I was able to actually focus on writing the exam at hand.
So, as I type this in the confines of Nicole and I's new, unsettled apartment, I'm enjoying a cold beer on the patio and pat on the back for continuing the reversal of a post-secondary education that was formerly beyond abysmal.
Currently listening to: Yellowcard - Life of a Salesman
Thursday, July 29, 2004
I-Haul
Okay, the time has come at last! Here's the details on my moving plans.
Friday, July 30
I'll only have the U-Haul from 07:30 to 16:00, and once everything is cleared out of Nicole's and then my apartment, It'll all need to unloaded again into a self-storage locker.
Saturday, July 31
If I am unable to borrow the services of someone with a pick-up truck, I'll need to rent one in order to haul the larger items out of the storage locker and into the apartment. I have the elevators booked from 11:00 to 15:00. Since we have the storage locker for an entire month, smaller boxes and items that fit in my car can gradually be moved it.
So guys, if you can help out at all, even for a few hours, please don't hesitate to give me a call and let me know. For the most part it will only be my dad and I doing the moving, and he's got a pretty bad back - I'd hate to put him out of commission for a few days.
My phone should remain hooked-up during this time, so I hope to hear from you!
Currently: Finishing up last minute packing and cleaning.
Friday, July 30
I'll only have the U-Haul from 07:30 to 16:00, and once everything is cleared out of Nicole's and then my apartment, It'll all need to unloaded again into a self-storage locker.
Saturday, July 31
If I am unable to borrow the services of someone with a pick-up truck, I'll need to rent one in order to haul the larger items out of the storage locker and into the apartment. I have the elevators booked from 11:00 to 15:00. Since we have the storage locker for an entire month, smaller boxes and items that fit in my car can gradually be moved it.
So guys, if you can help out at all, even for a few hours, please don't hesitate to give me a call and let me know. For the most part it will only be my dad and I doing the moving, and he's got a pretty bad back - I'd hate to put him out of commission for a few days.
My phone should remain hooked-up during this time, so I hope to hear from you!
Currently: Finishing up last minute packing and cleaning.
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