tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58149462120682102242012-01-02T11:20:27.409-08:00My thoughts are like pixels on a screen. They're pointless all alone, but piece them together and maybe you'll see a larger picture.|:::lockan:::|http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305506551513115947noreply@blogger.comBlogger1211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814946212068210224.post-271093757654498532012-01-01T11:18:00.006-08:002012-01-01T12:13:17.016-08:00

2011 was a pretty great year for me. After a bit of a trying period in fall of 2010, I started the year with a fresh outlook. My guiding mantras for the year have been twofold: 1) Always try to keep my best foot forward2) If I'm not happy about something in my life, do something to change itKeeping these two things in mind has helped me keep 2011 moving forward on a wave of positivity, and it's

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My primary reason for going to Montreal was the check out Kinetik 4.0. Kinetik is an annual industrial music festival that brings musical acts from the US, Canada, and Europe together to share a stage for 5 nights. There is no other industrial festival in North America of this scope, and so fans travel from all over North America to come join the party. If industrial music is your scene, this is

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Apologies for the somewhat chaotic post. I wasn’t sure if I meant to tell a story, or give you fun facts about Montreal. So I did both. A 7:00AM Flight? What was I thinking? Having only gotten 4 hours of sleep after Rammstein, I spent the next 2 days recovering from my adventure. This meant going to bed extremely early. This actually worked in my favour, since two days later I had to get up

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Pre-ambleIt's not every day that a german industrial-metal powerhouse like Rammstein comes to North America. Things have been quiet for them for the last couple of years. So when I found out they were going on tour, I jumped at the chance to get tickets. There were of course, a few catches to making this happen:1) None of my friends wanted to go, for varying and totally legit reasons. (No money,

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2011 is proving to be a pretty good year. I’m making sure of it. It’s hard to explain the how or why, but the Christmas Holiday was a bit of an awakening for me. I came back to Vancouver and it was like somebody flipped a switch. No more misery, no more useless negativity, no more defeatist attitude. I’ve been trying very hard – and mostly succeeding – to take control of those things I don’t like

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Every once in a while I pick up one of the local daily papers and read the dating columns. If you've ever read one of these in the Vancouver area then you know that one of the number one criticisms of Vancouver singles is that it's incredibly hard to meet people here. In my experience, it's been equally hard to build on any sort of relationship, even if only a friendship . Relationships in

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I find it fascinating how bands are influenced by each other, and how a pseudo-history of a band's musical influences can be traced. Here's an example: You may or may not know that a while back Trent Reznor announced that he would no longer tour with Nine Inch Nails. Recently he announced a new project, How to Destroy Angels, a new mostly electronic project with his wife. I read a blurb somewhere

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So I came home with the intentions of relaxing in front of the couch and watching a movie. I warmed myself up to it by watching some TV. But then, after 1.5 hours of TV I couldn't decide what movie to watch. And by that time I wasn't sure I wanted to sit through a movie for 2 or 3 hours. So I sat and debated with myself, and tried to decide what to watch. And in the end I watched another 1.5

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The following was my horoscope on the telus homepage today. No word of a lie. Health : You should get a membership at a gym. It is for your health. Your sedentary lifestyle offers no benefits. You need to be more active. Hey horoscope: you suck. Stop being right. And for the record, I am not getting a gym membership. There are other ways to get active and healthy without spending money on a gym.

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My video games cleanse has come to an end. It's time to write about it a little bit and reflect on how I did. I managed to say away from games at home for the most part. There was one night right at the end there when some friends came over and we played a few for entertainment. But with 3 people I figured it was social, and it was also the 30th, so I figured that close to the end of the month it

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M: "You're awfully cute. I'm surprised you haven't been cougar-mauled yet."A: "Well thank you. I'm flattered that you think I should be mauled by cougars."

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So I guess I've cheated a little. It all started at work on friday. I had a task that involved a few scattered minutes of uptime between longer periods of downtime. To make the task more bearable, I started playing a game on facebook that's nothing more than a simple time-waster. Which wasn't a problem, since I stated in my own rules that games at work are allowed. But then I found myself playing

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I'm past the two week hump. In the past two weeks I've only played video games three times: Rock Band twice at a friend's house, and a single round of Dawn of War 2 at lunch today. It's day 15, and I'm starting to get twitchy. I'm proud of myself for going this long without games, but I have an itch that I really want to scratch. I wonder if this is what it's like for people to quit smoking? I'm

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Well, I'm on to week 2. I've done really well so far. Even Sunday wasn't so bad. Granted, I was dead tired Sunday and so I mostly just fell asleep on the couch. Rule 3 of my "cleanse" came into effect this evening. I went to a friend's place and we played some Rock Band for an hour or so. We do this on Mondays. We play Rock Band, they feed me, and we watch House. Man, am I rusty. I could barely

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Well, it's wednesday night at 10pm. I've now made it three days without playing any games in my spare time. Monday I went to visit some friends for dinner and light socializing. Tuesday was a quiet night at home watching TV and an attempt at some portfolio work. I gave that up after 90 minutes of frustration, feeling technically satisfied but suffering from an artistic block. Tonight I went for

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Tomorrow I begin what I am calling a "video game cleanse". The goal: to go for 1 month without video games. For the month of March I will not playing any video games in my leisure time.Of course, due to my career choice it's impossible for me to avoid video games completely, so there are some basic rules I'll be following. The Video Game Cleanse Rules 1.) I will not play video games while I am

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I find it very interesting how people are always amazed when a girl posts a profile picture on facebook where she's totally overexposed. You've probably seen the ones I mean. Close-up of the face and shoulders, no shirt, head tilted to one side, a little bit of lipstick, and glowing white skin. Sure it makes these girls look hotter than usual. It's because the color levels are so off that all the

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From my daily horoscope: Love: You need to change everything. Start at zero. The problem can be solved, try it. I'm a little confused by this. Aren't I already at zero?

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Do you ever get that feeling where you're just sick and tired and bored of everything? And the only solution you can think of is to pack up everything you own in boxes, pick a destination, and move? Some days, like today, I think maybe it's time to do that. And other days I think I'm just being silly and should go get an ice cream.

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Maybe. Probably. But if that's the case, it's because I feel like you've backed me into a corner and I need an out. I live my life my own way, on my own terms, and on my own time. I strive to live up to my own personal standards and values. I make my own decisions, and I have to take responsibility for those and live with the consequences. I see it as one of my greatest strengths. But maybe it's

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I went to a friend's bachelor party this weekend. We went for dinner, then hit up a cabaret lounge show, followed by a strip joint. And I came to a conclusion. I don't get it. What's the attraction to strip clubs for guys? I mean, besides the obvious. Yes, there are naked women in peeler bars. But is that it? Is that the only thing these places have going for them? There was a time when I

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1.) Law of Conservation of Mass: The total mass in a closed system must remain constant. Mass may never be created or destroyed, but can change forms or be rearranged in space. 2.) Law of Skytrain Rush Hour Physics:The total mass in a closed system does not remain constant, and may be both created or destroyed. Rush hour mass is unstable and constantly changes form. The ability of mass to

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I have a message for all the campaign representatives out there who so desperately want my vote. If you want my attention and wish to earn my support in future elections, you'd be well advised not to call my house every freakin' day!. Today is the BC provincial voting date. I got home from work at 7:30 pm. There were two messages - TWO! - on my answering machine from people representing the

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I like having different groups of friends. And, depending on the people, I sometimes don't care to intermingle them. I generally like to keep around 2 or 3 friend spheres. And sometimes I don't mind when they overlap. But frankly, I like to keep certain groups apart from certain other groups. I don't really discriminate against any one group. It's not like I'm trying to avoid any one particular

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I was playing Fable 2 today and had a moment where the game became just a little bit too realistic. I ate two pies for an energy boost and gained weight as a result. I got a little bit fat, and my clothes look silly now. I need to find a way to work off the fat, and I'm hoping there's a potion or magic item that will do the trick without having to actually work it off. Just like real life... :-(

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I like Vancouver well enough. I've lived here for about 5 years now. Closer to 6, actually. I've met some good people and generally enjoyed my time here. But then there are days when I want to just say "F#$k it! I'm moving back to Edmonton!"

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...Reading Your Twitter Feed!Hypothetically speaking:Let's say you met a guy or a girl whom you were interested in. And I mean interested in a fairly general sense of the word, although "interested" is probably most appropriate for this scenario. And let's say this guy or girl had a modest online presence. A blog, a Facebook page, maybe a LiveJournal. And they were all easily linked. If you

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We have a Leak! Somebody call a plumber to come and "fix" it. Make sure he brings his silenced pipewrench.(Somebody anonymously spilled some beans about a previous project at work, and seemed to have rather intimate knowledge of it. I won't discuss any other details here.)

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Secondary Title: Why the English Language is RetardedI've been working on an Unreal Tournament 3 level for a few months now. I ran into a small snag the other day that I wasn't sure how to deal with, so I asked around at work to get a few ideas about what the best approach might be. The problem was a simple one: I built a level that has a skylight in it. An interior room with windows in the

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I've had a lot on my mind lately. There have been a few things in my life that have been causing me a fair bit of stress. Nothing too serious, but just enough to keep me distracted and distant. My whole family worries about things, so I guess it's in my DNA. But it's time to make a change. So I'm doing something that I should have thought of a long time ago. Something that will help remove at

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Do you ever wonder how much your life would be worth? Ever pondered the dollar value somebody would associate with a lifetime worth of learning, growth, and achievement? Not me. I have a life insurance policy statement that tells me. It's right there. I guess I thought a life would be worth more. I blame the failing global economy.

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So I've been thinking about this plot for a sitcom episode all day. Just like Seinfeld or Friends. The sitcom would feature 2 couples and their quirky single friend. The episode would go something like this: Cast: Couple 1Couple 2Quirky Single FriendWork Friend - Special Guest, one episodeCouple number one, feeling cooped up all the time, decides they should spend more time with couple number 2.

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Holy crap! This thing has polyphony! I currently own an old Casiotone CT-460 keyboard (synthesizer) the used to belong to my grandmother. This thing has been around since the late 80's when Grandma first got it for christmas from her kids. I guess the hope is that she would learn to play. I think she did take lessons for a little while, but this little casiotone just isn't properly suited for any

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Movember has been a great month. The mustache turned out pretty well, and I raised close to $300 for prostate cancer research. Our company team, Being Tom Selleck, raised just over $1,100 in total. Thanks to everyone who donated! Your tax receipts should be in the mail. And as a very special thank you, here's a pic of the finished product (with a bit of extra stubble, because I haven't shaved

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A few people have made comments to me implying that I've grown a goatee and am therefore breaking the rules of Movember. I'd like to set the record straight. As illustrated in previous photos, I have done my best to grow handlebars. A handlebar mustache is still allowed according to the rules of movember. There is a stipulation in the rules that the handlebars themselves cannot connect, and in my

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I haven't posted in a while because I thought i'd give my stubble some growing time. It's starting to fill in nicely. My badass handlebars are well on their way. Disappointingly, my mustache looks okay. It doens't look nearly as ridiculous as I had hoped. I like looking in the mirror lately. It makes me feel a bit like a cowboy. Like I should be wandering around some dusty town in a stetson,

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For those of you wondering why the number on my days seems off, here's an explanation. Movember technically starts on November 1st, as per the rules. However, on the first I hadn't yet committed myself to the cause. It wasn't until the 4th that I officially joined in and shaved. On that note, here's the growth from Day 5. I just finished shaving and it looks like my awesome handlebars are well on

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Well it's now day 3 since I started this mustache-growing charity endeavor. So far I've got some stubble, dry skin, and a bit of razor burn. I now remember why I used to use aftershave. I also now remember why I stopped shaving in the first place. It's quite the nuisance. Ah well. It's for charity, and it's kinda fun. So it's all for a good cause. I've been really amazed by the support of others

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Movember is a charity fundraiser to support prostate cancer research. The deal is simple: men start out clean shaven on november first and grow a mustache over the course of the month while raising money for the charity. Beards are not allowed. So I'm registered, I'm shaved, and I'm collecting your donations! Visit http://www.movember.com for more information. My registration number is 1909296

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I visited Edmonton a few weeks ago for a friend's wedding. The bride has been a good friend for quite a few years and I was happy to visit. There were lots of other good friends there too. The whole gang back together in one room again, basically. It was nice to see everybody again. Mostly. At some point in the evening one of the bridesmaids, whom I've known as long as I've known the bride,

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I have broken that chains of debt. Well, one of them at least. As of yesterday I have completely paid off the balance on one of my credit cards. I'm now one step closer to financial stability. Just one more credit card and a student loan to go! And what better way to celebrate my newfound financial freedom than to buy pre-sale Nine Inch Nails concert tickets on the other credit card? Hmmm... I

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Sometimes I wish I were a smoker. Not for the nicotine addiction or the health problems or the money sink that cigarettes are. Only because it would give me a reason to spend a little more time outside. Standing on my balcony is nice, but without a reason to be there, it only lasts so long before I begin to question why I'm on the balcony and go back inside. The cool breeze is a sure sign that

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I blame Starbucks: 1) For the emminent closing of the Edge Café, my favorite morning coffee joint. I'm sure they'd do better business if there weren't so many Starbucks locations near to them. I'm going to miss their super-excellent muffins. 2) For my apparent gain in weight over the last 2 or 3 years. First it was the subsidized Starbucks at EA, and now there's a Starbucks behind the Threewave

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The world gave me a sunny day today. A day filled with the potential for fun, adventure, excitement, and beauty. And what did I do? I wasted it in my apartment. I slept in. I went to the mall to pick a few things up, and returned home. And then I had a nap, surfed the web, had another nap, watched some TV, and now I'm blogging. Yesterday I made a list of things I wanted to get done today. There

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There are certain words in the english language that I can't stand. Slang words. Words that actually make me cringe with disgust and frustration when I hear them. I don't know what it is about these words, but the use of them really makes me angry to the point where I want to beat somebody upside the head with a dictionary. "Douchebag" is one such word. Can somebody please explain to me how or

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No, really! I mean it. I mean, I'm happy to dedicate my life to the company. I don't need time off. I don't need to see my friends or family. I definitely don't need to enjoy my summer. All that's important is that I come in, do a good job, work extra hours and squeeze in some sleep in between. /end sarcasm

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I love my job. I love the company I work for. I love the people I work with. There are things, however, that I don't like about my job. Like crunch times. And unpaid overtime because of labour bylaws that don't require it. Like heavy dependencies on other parts of a team that prevent me from doing my job and that lead to the aforementioned unpaid overtime. But since there's no video game

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I've been paying a little more attention to the news that last few days. That is to say, I've been paying some attention as opposed to my usual none. Specifically, I've been watching as things progress surrounding the outrage over proposed Bill C-61. For the uninformed, bill C-61 is an allegedly "made in Canada" law to regulate copyright law in the interests of both copyright holders and Canadian

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I've built a new computer and installed Windows Vista 64 bit. It's pretty awesome. Now I'm trying to set a hotkey on my logitech G15 keyboard to open the Vista Games Explorer. I think it's linked to explorer.exe somehow. Does anybody know how to launch the games explorer from a command line?

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A Good Medical Practitioner is Hard to FindLast year when I was looking for solutions to my persisting allergy problems I decided it was time to find myself a local doctor here in the Burnaby area. I looked a few up and finally made an appointment with one who's office was relatively easy for me to reach and who's name I could actually pronounce. He also happened to be taking new patients, which

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So my sketchy power supply finally died, and took my motherboard and hard drive with it for the ride to computer heaven. The whole system is basically toasted.On the upside, it lived a good life and was well beyond it's time. A complete upgrade was going to be needed rather soon. The downside is that I don't actually have the money for a new computer. I've priced out all the parts I need to build

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I've got your hammer right here. Having the strength to make an incredibly difficult decision about a potentially life-altering event, without knowing if you're making the right or wrong choice, isn't naive. And it's not the sign of somebody average or mediocre. Mediocrity is posting condescending comments on somebody else' blog about that sort of difficult decision. And cowardice is not having

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I just finished watching an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer that I found particulary interesting given the events of my weekend. Let me explain. I have two friends who were once best friends and basically inseparable. They had a falling out almost 2 years ago, and hadn't really spoken since. I've remained friends with both of them and it's always been pretty clear to me that while they did

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I live in a condo complex made up of three towers, each with 18 floors and a few hundred residents. Last night the fire alarm went off at 2:30am. After hitting the snooze button multiple times in a vain sleep-induced attempt to stop the noise, I pulled some pants and socks on, grabbed my wallet, phone, and keys, and rushed downstairs. I stood outside in front of the building, mentally evaluating

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...has anybody else in Canada noticed the HMV billboard ads for the new Bryan Adams album? You know the one, right? The one where he's sporting this wierd sort of lukemia-chic cancer victim hair(less)cut thing? I mean, okay sure, advertising is way too superficial and overdone and too much time and money are spent on image. But I just don't get what kind of image Mr. Adams are his PR people are

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I think I've officially taken the final step that will guarantee I never have sex again.2 years ago some friends and I spent too much money on paint and supplies and miniature figurines and starting play a game called Warmachine. Except that we didn't really play that much. After 2 years, I think I'd played 6 games in total. I've had my army sitting in a corner of my room in a carry case, just

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A shower of sparks was the figurative nail in the coffin. I'm definitely going to look into moving out in the fall. I've never had so many problems in a rental suite before. Let's recap:- When we first moved in the cleaners had done everything but the windowsills and blinds, which were disgusting and black for the bottom 2 feet. We called the landlord and requested he have them cleaned, which he

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And speaking of my landlord...So we still haven't done that dinner thing. It's just as well. I think the next time I talk to him I'm going to try and bow out gracefully. Thanks, but no thanks. That will probably happen tommorrow, since I have to call him anyways. It all started with a really high power bill. Our electric bills have been excessively high that last 4 months. After talking to hydro

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I'm leaving to meet my landlord for dinner 15 minutes from now. He's treating us (my roommate and I) to steak at the Keg. He's been trying to arrange this dinner since before christmas. We've had to cancel a few times for various reasons. But he's persistent and keeps trying to reschedule. He's a very nice guy, but the idea of dinner with your landlord is just a little bit strange. Not only does

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Earlier this week a friend lost everything he owns in a fire in Toronto. It's been quite the shock to everbody. At the same time, people are really pulling together to help him out. It's funny how through the magic of the internet our generation is redeining the meaning and scope of the idea of "community". It's a bittersweet truth that tragedy really does pull people closer together. If you'd

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... And the future has yet to come. It's both the end of an era, and the beginning of a new chapter. It was dark, dirty, grimy. There was conversation, laughter, and a few tears. There were good friends, familiar faces, and new acquaintances. There were die-hards, groupies, hecklers, and rowdies. There were drinks, cigarettes, earplugs. There were young metalheads, old punks, and a modern-day

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In a moment of weakness I logged into one of my old online dating site accounts. I was really really bored, okay? And yes, I have accounts on dating sites. Yes, plural. I never use them. I just happen to have accounts on various sites all over the internet. I mean, if I could find a record of all the websites I've ever registered or created a profile on ... Back to the point. I decided to peruse

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There are a lot of things I could post. So many thoughts, feelings, opinions, stories. It's been a while since I've posted anything, and to be honest, I just haven't felt like I've had anything worth throwing up on the internet.One of the reasons I started blogging, I suppose, was to try and connect with people. Granted, there are plenty of better ways to do that. But That's neither here nor

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You should have seen it. I had a lovely picture, but alas I forgot to properly save it on my cellphone. I couldn't help but laugh. It was like something out of TV or a movie. Soapy water was slowly flowing out of the bottom of the dishwasher door, creating a great sudsy lake in my kitchen. I don't understand the inner workings of dishwashers, so I don't know how it could have happened. Luckily

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Well, it's been quite the holiday. I finished work on the 14th of december, leaving me with a full 2 weeks (paid, no less) to enjoy my holidays. I spent a week in Vancouver and had grand plans of all sorts of important things I was going to get done. But I got sick halfway through the week, and spent 3 days in bed. So I actually got very little done. Then I left for Alberta on the 21st, where I

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Today is December 18th. According to my calendar, it's my birthday. As of today I am 27 years of age. Can I pretend that this day didn't happen? Heck, can I go back a few years to when I was 23? 'Cuz that'd be awesome. I mean, I guess I'm still "young" technically. But 27 is only 3 years away from 30. This past year has felt like a short one, and so I expect that 30 will arrive sooner than I

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I've been seeing an ad every time I log in to face book that makes me want to laugh because it's so absurd. There's a banner that shows up on the left of the screen fairly often that claims you can "get paid to game". That's not the absurd part. I'm a QA tester. I already know I can get paid to play games, because that's how I currently make a living. So I had to wonder what this ad could

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I guess it's time to post something new on here, if for no other reason than to bump the picture of me in drag further down the page. (Related sidenote: no Dad, I don't always wear women's clothing, and I'm not planning on starting anytime soon.)So if any of you have talked to me in the last 3 days you may have already heard this story. But I have nothing else interesting to post at the moment,

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Because I promised you photos...The skirt was nice and breezy, and the fishnets were surprisingly warm and comfy. But ladies, after spending roughly 4 to 6 hours in a bra, I do not envy you.(I stole these pics from Shauna's facebook, but I'm sure she won't mind. Besides, I retain copyright of my own image. It's the law!)

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I can't believe what a harrowing experience shopping for women's clothing can be! I guess if I did it on a regular basis it wouldn't be such a big deal. But I mean, is it too much to as for a simple "small, medium, large" sizing system? Or how about a straight-forward waist size measurement in inches, instead of an arbitrarily chosen numbering system that varies from company to company and has

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I departed from Burnaby on a Sunday with headphones on, suitcase in hand, and a backpack slung over my shoulders. A skytrain to downtown. A 45-minute bus to the terminal. A 1.5 hour ferry across the straight. A half-hour drive to Schooner Cover. I arrived mid-afternoon. I'd covered a lot of ground in the first day, and we hadn't even embarked on our trip yet. That changed soon enough. The wind

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I'm going on vacation with my parents. We'll be sailing the Straight of Georgia for a week. I'm really looking forward to it. There's something really great about being able to drift on the ocean waters with not a care in the world other than where you'll port for the night. Life has been busy lately, so this is a much needed vacation. Of course, when I get back I'm going to need a vacation from

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I've moved. It's finally over. Well, almost. I still have to :1) Finish unpacking a few boxes, 2) Decide which of my things to donate to whoever will take it3) Discard of of those items which I feel I don't really need anymore (Like the rest of my family, I'm a bit of a pack-rat4) Decide which boxes that I rarely look in deserve a permanent spot in the bedroom closet, and which ones should go to

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Please bear with me. I'm feelinging a little sentimental. Every person's life is like a story being written. Except the characters are also the authors. We write the story that we want others to read.Almost 4 years ago I made a decision to move to BC to chase my dream career. It wasn't an easy decision to come to. I knew Vancouver was the city to go to to find the knowledge and experience I

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Hey everybody,I'm looking for a roommate, and a place to live. I'm trying to find a decent 2-bedroom place in the burnaby area, somewhere reasonably near the skytrain. (But not near Edmonds...). If you know anybody who is looking for a roommate, please let them know I'm looking and to get in touch with me. I'm quiet, clean, and responsible. I don't party, don't smoke, and don't own any pets. I'm

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I'm one of those people who likes to watch people. And I notice that quite often I see people I'm half-convinced that I know, have met, or have seen before. In most of these cases, they're actually total strangers and I've never met or seen them before in my life. And quite often I'll see one of these strangers, and they'll bear a resemblance to a friend. Maybe a bit older, maybe a bit scragglier

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I often find that I come up with great ideas for things to put on my christmas list. But for some reason, these ideas always come to me long before christmas has happened. Inevitably by the time the holiday season rolls around I've forgotten all those great ideas. And then family members start asking me for ideas and lists, but of course I have none. So this year I'm getting an early head-start.

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I've been struggling a little at work with my co-worker as of late. He was hired on about 2 months ago to help me test the project I'm on. Now it's not that I don't like the guy (though he is the person I like least of all the people I work with), but he just hasn't been that helpful. I could tell from day one that he wasn't interested in testing, and he didn't have any experience doing it either

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I walked to the edge of the world today. I stood at an intersection where the chaos of civilization meets the serenity of nature. I let my feet sink into the mud, and felt the water wash over them. I walked on the tidal flats where many have walked before but left no trace of their passing. The cool air breeze brought a gentle sense of calm to me. For a few hours, I just closed my eyes and let my

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Apparently my blog has been spitting out the worng times ever since I started it. Somehow I didn't notice. And then, when it was last pointed out to me, I forgot. I'd like to say it's fixed now. But I checked my timezone settings, and they were set correctly. So I haven't really done anything to fix the problem. I'm going to hope that re-saving the settings just magically fixes the problem. And I

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You know what the great thing about computers is? If you say something, and regret it later, you can actually go back and censor yourself. Just like I've done below. I suddenly realized at some point this evening that I was inexplicably stressing over comments made by whom I can only assume is a complete stranger. And why should I have to defend myself or justify my feelings and actions to that

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:-:-:-:| Please Run Defrag |:-:-:-:

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I bitched and moaned and complained the last few weeks because all it did was rain between short 5 minute bursts of sun. Now that it's finally sunny and hot, all I can think about is how much I miss the cooler weather. The solution, clearly, is to spend a whole lotta time at the beach while it's nice. Preferably with some good company and a few cold beverages. And especially if said company were

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I went for my first visit to a naturopath and accupuncturist today. It was quite the experience. Sitting in an armchair with little pins stuck in your face and hands is an interesting way to spend 10 minutes. It doesn't hurt much, although a few spots on my face were a little sensitive when the pins initially went in. Afterwards, though, I'm still feeling strange sensitive sensations in all the

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So I got a little bored tonight and decided to plug my phone into my PC and see if I can remove the Telus default menus and icons. See, the default colors, images, tones, and backgrounds are all set by Telus and are different than the menu items that would ship with a stock non-branded Nokia phone of the same model. The way to remove the Telus images and icons is well documented online and seems

|:::lockan:::|http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305506551513115947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814946212068210224.post-22076780730212061742007-06-13T20:59:00.000-07:002007-06-13T21:08:04.868-07:00

1.) Checking my work e-mail from out of town to discover that I've been granted an MVP award for my efforts on my project over the past month. Said aware also comes with a certificate for dinner and a movie for two. (I'm still working on the "two" part before I use them.)2.) Having a bonus added to my paycheque this week for appreciated proactiveness at work. This is in addition to, and separate

|:::lockan:::|http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305506551513115947noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814946212068210224.post-38007033340502172652007-06-05T23:29:00.000-07:002007-06-05T23:32:09.066-07:00

Check out the new link I just added on the left. If any of the links on that page are dead, please let me know.

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Because you asked nicely...

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I couldn't take it anymore. The fact that I felt I had to go a third time in 2 months was probably a sign. The hair has been chopped off. It looks and feels so much better. And it's much more summer-friendly. I'd post a pic, but it wasn't a flattering pic. So maybe I'll do it later.

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I'm returning home from the Frontline Assembly show, riding a musically charged high. I step off the skytrain, cross the pedway, and step onto the escalator that leads down to the bus loop. A young man with a back-pack is waiting at the bottom. He's one of those characters who's misleading appearance hides their age. He could be in his teens, he could be in his 20's. It's hard to say, and it

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It started as a quiet lull. Two or three people off in a corner starting a friendly chant. A few people joined in, and then a few more. It grew louder and faster, a rythmic chant steadily increasing in tempo and amplitude, finally crescendoing in a cacophony of cheering, shouting and whistling. "Finger, Finger Finger!"I've missed these guys. It's been a number of years since our last rendez-vous,

|:::lockan:::|http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305506551513115947noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814946212068210224.post-87407828926018388492007-05-13T10:52:00.001-07:002007-05-13T10:52:57.231-07:00

Yup. Internet works again. Don't know why, or what fixed it. Didn't make any sense that it quit in the first place. Now it works again. Hooray.

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I'm writing this post on my laptop. My other computer has decided that it no longer wishes to surf the internet. It has found contentment in being connected to the router and in turn a smaller, friendlier, safer network. Knowing all the terrible evils that lie out there on the internet, I'm not sure I blame it. Maybe it's better off without the world wide web. I, however, am neither content 'nor

|:::lockan:::|http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305506551513115947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814946212068210224.post-41458652975520449262007-05-06T22:17:00.000-07:002007-05-06T22:25:59.170-07:00

It's times like these that make me want to move out on my own again. I like my roommates, and I lake the place I live. And most times I'm happy about my situation and things are basically fine. But there are times, like tonight, where I can't wait to get out and into my own place and distance myself from ... well ... the things I feel I need to distance myself from.I can't elaborate much since I

|:::lockan:::|http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305506551513115947noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814946212068210224.post-52208355848932857292007-05-05T10:01:00.000-07:002007-05-05T10:21:03.173-07:00

Ha ha. I like the title of this post. It's a pun. But of course, you don't get it yet, so let me explain. My best friend is getting married at the end of the month. He's asked me to be the best man, and I graciously accepted. It doesn't really come as a surprise, as we've been friends a long time and I knew one day I'd be standing along side him at his wedding, the same as he will likely do for

|:::lockan:::|http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305506551513115947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814946212068210224.post-388742135822770832007-04-29T23:20:00.000-07:002007-04-29T23:21:01.631-07:00

I should blog more.

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My extended horoscope for the day:"Your energy level and enthusiasm are going to burn right through the meager demands of your day. There just won't be much going on today -- nothing worth your fiery can-do attitude. But don't let the day's ho-hum mood disappoint you, though. Be flexible, and take the day as it comes. If you can't find an outlet for your energy, save it for another day -- it has

|:::lockan:::|http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305506551513115947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814946212068210224.post-41022477266195325832007-04-17T23:57:00.000-07:002007-04-18T00:04:13.713-07:00

You know those stupid things that always show up on myspace and facebook that make you skip through your playlist and fill in the blanks for random movie events? I did one tonight on facebook, because I think the idea of having a personal soundtrack is awesome. Normally I ignore these internet quiz things, but this one was kinda fun. So I decided to share it. Go ahead, mock my playlist. You know

|:::lockan:::|http://www.blogger.com/profile/12305506551513115947noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814946212068210224.post-35101456968294223672007-04-16T19:57:00.000-07:002007-04-16T20:16:01.711-07:00

Alternate title: How to Post Terrible Pictures of Yourself on the InternetSince it was requested, here are photos of my hair. I've even done you all (all five of you, 'cuz I have so many readers) one better and posted a pictorial history of my hair. I tried to find some even older, not too mention worse, photos than these but I don't have any digitized. So I'll kick things off with my haircut

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