So Dean tells me that his dad got him some wicked gifts that were actually on his wishlist. Lucky bastard. I'm pretty sure my dad is gonna give me... queue drum roll... a lecture. Sometimes I wish my dad was a Commie so that at least the lectures would be interesting: community, sharing, allegiance to the red star... but no. I get lectures on budgeting, and not drinking, and not going out late at night... blegh... I hate you Dean, I hate you...

posted by George at 7:24 PM       Comments (0)

What's grey like an elephant, heavy as an elephant, and runs as slow as an elephant? My work laptop of course! I get to use this sweet fossil of a laptop to do my work while I'm at home in Edmonton... joy...



Speaking of sweet stuff, check out this wicked cd case I scored as a door prize to our X-mas lunch today. Holds a whopping 10 cds, and has a bright purple kiddy cartoonish pic for the cover. I know you're all jealous.

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Snaked by a MOTHERFUCKER! That's what just happened to me! No, I'm not talking about girls... I'm talking about fricking laundry. First off, our laundry facility is mathematically challenged - 8 washers, 5 dryers. Just doesn't add up. So I go down to throw my shit in the dryer, and they're all full of course. I go to the community board to scope out some moving sales and whatnot while a lady begins to unload her stuff from the dryer that has just finished, and this motherfucker comes out of nowhere and shoves his shit into the dryer faster than I can read "blow up doll for sale, 2 bucks OBO" I was gonna snap! The fucking prick... can you tell I'm in a pissy mood...

Anyways, I know I said I'd have the QC web gallery up like a week ago, so I'll just give you another sneak peek.


from left to right: Mimi, Amé, and Monsieur Scuby.

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So I've hit the magic 6 month mark living in Vancouver. And while that's not really much of a milestone, I'd like to add that I've officially not had a tv for half a year. Yes, you read that right. I haven't had my dose of Simpsons reruns, HNIC, or MuchMusic in 6 long agonizing months. I've resorted to watching my fill of tv wherever I can (displays in electronics stores, at pubs/ restaurants, and most recently during my week in QC... good thing A&B Sound closes at 9pm, or I'd never leave the place). Only once have I felt the pull of consumer culture compel me to buy a TV (which my maxxed out VISA stopped me from enacting), however I feel my willpower is waning as I prepare to go home for the holidays where my 32'' set with full digital cable awaits... jeebus help me...

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Saw Die Another Day yesterday... typical Bond fare: babes, fast cars, explosions, and signature rotten puns at every turn. So why did I feel disappointed with this one as opposed to every other bond film I've ever seen (which were ALL just as bad)? I dunno if I was disappointed with the movie in general, or if I was disgusted by the fact that people are expected to pay more than $10 to turn off their brains for two hours and enjoy a multimillion dollar Omega/ Astin Martin commercial. And with the amount of times 007 has sex in his films, I'm surprised Durex or Sheik didn't pay for some product placement in the film. But then I suppose wearing the rubber helmet wouldn't be risky enough for someone who lives as dangerously as Bond. I'm waiting for the day Bond goes to an STD clinic and finds out he's got the clap. I can see the headlines now: Male 007 idolizers left shaken by film, Fleming stirs in his grave...

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