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The uncle and aunt are gone to Toronto again. Apparently, my uncle's mom is not doing so hot and will not likely make it beyond the week. So that definitely puts a damper on my long weekend. Got me thinking about death and the whole dying process. I realized I don't really fear dying, but am more afraid of not having said everything I would like to say before going. And there are just some things that you can't say to people unless you're really about to die. ie: 'Scott, your Awesome comic isn't so awesome', or 'I was the one who ran over your dog with a lawnmower'. Hopefully we won't have to make these confessions for many more years...

Have a safe long weekend, and you'll hear from me again after game 1 on Tuesday. Come ooooooon Flames!

Currently listening to Metric - London Halflife

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Well actually, I smelled like poo on Friday, but I haven't had a chance to tell you about it til now. Last week I did an inspection at a mushroom farm. It was gross. They grow them in a 1:1:1 mixture of horse poo, chicken poo, and hay that has been naturally composted. Don't get me wrong, I love garlic butter sauteed mushrooms, but knowing that they came from a bed of burnt poo does nothing to induce my appetite.

In a completely unrelated note, Russ and Megan are going to Korea this coming Saturday. Russ says they're going to the democratic S. Korea, but we all know Megan's parents are really scheming to ship him off to the communist North so they won't have to deal with drunken Ukrainians at the otherwise inevitable wedding. It was nice knowing ya buddy!

Currently listening to Pearl Jam - Yellow Ledbetter

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