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Looming Changes Wednesday July 5, 2006

I’m sorry, but I’ve been feeling a bit robotic with my posts of late. There has been a shift towards posts with a lot of interesting links, a few random glimpses in to my life, but nothing really personal. So, I think it is time to make a large stink entry in my blog.

Anyways, as the calendar just turned to July, I’m starting to realize that there are a series of looming personal changes on the horizon; some good, some horrible, some exciting and some daunting.

First and foremost, starting on September 1st, the great roommate experiment comes to a crashing halt. It has been an experience living with the significant other for the past two months. Luckily we have always gotten along stupidly well and the adjustment was pretty easy. Actually our only real challenges have come from the apartment itself. Oh yeah, and my addiction to crappy reality food shows and crack rock has been kind of a sore spot.

Once September 1st rolls around I’ll be looking to fill the void left by her four month departure to Barcelona. If it was three years ago, finding a suitable roommate would be easy. At that time most of my friends were living at home clamoring to get out. Last time it took all of 10 minutes to find a roommate. But things have changed; most of my acquaintances have finally moved out and the ones still lingering in their parent’s basement are a little phucked in the head. So it might be a venture into _SWF Craig’s list domain. _

Next, the whole non-drinking pact was unceremoniously derailed in June. It was going well for a while. I hit something like 98 days without a drinking episode. Which was pretty decent streak, but then I fell of the wagon. I’d love to say since my last fall from grace that I’ve climbed back on the bandwagon and stopped. Unfortunately it hasn’t panned out like. I could make up some shit ass excuse, like my cat was eaten or it was warm out or the England lost, but it’s not worth it. So I’m re-pledging myself to my intial goal. I’m at day 4 and I’m gonna stretch it further than before. Like fucking a hundred days or something. Well excluding my buddies bachelor party … and wedding … and folk fest.

What else is looming? Oh yes, I’m planning some fantastic voyages in the near future. Traveling always seems to rally the positivity in me and make life that much more exciting.

As mentioned with the roommate off to Barcelona, I’m obliged for a mandatory trip out to see her. So I’m planning a whirlwind trip through London, Barcelona and Palma Majorica. It’ll kind of be like heading back to the scene of a crime back in 2001. In addition I’m planning a quick jaunt out to Vancouver in September to maybe catch a show or check out the Artsy fartsy schools in the city. Plus SXSW is just around the corner again.

So that’s really the looming changes coming up. I guess nothing to drastic, but before i sat down it seemed worse.

Oh wait, there’s another large change coming.

... but I’m not comfortable enough to reveal it. But If you combine everything else, let’s just say September is going to be a really insane month. So for next little while I’m either going to worry about these looming changes or I just phase out and shove my finger up my nostril.

Looming Changes - Ah! Fuck it.

Categories: The-Personnal, The-Inane, The Craziness, The Inane

UrbanCamping Friday June 30, 2006

Foiled by social engagements this weekend, we deciding to set up our tent in the middle of our living room instead of actually camping.

Urban Camping

Sure there is no bugs and easy access to the television, but no matter where the tent is pitched sleeping on a thermy still fucks up my shoulder.

Categories: The-Urban, The-Inane, The Craziness, The Personnal

Omelet Overlord Wednesday June 28, 2006

Alright, I’m not a big egg person. Actually, I usually yarf after eating eggs. Especially the scrambled egg variety or when they are in some sort of omelet form. It’s not some weird phobia like the Fucking Lobsters, it’s just the combination of grease, yoke and dead chicken embryos that turns my stomach upside down. Which makes it some what ironic that I have become a certified Omelet Overlord, An Omelet Factory, A large order Omelet Chef or what ever it is that Omelet makers are called nowadays?

Long Live the Grill

Because of my involvement in a volunteer program at work, once a month I go down and serve breakfast at the Mustard Seed. The Corporation provides a pretty nice breakfast of hashbrowns, toast, coffee, fruit and most importantly omelets. On the first morning I arrived, an engineer showed me the ancient art of mass quantity omelet production. He showed me the patent liquid yoke pour, the perfect omelet flip and most importantly the art of slicing up 12 omelets on an industrial grill. It was a phenomenal experience and a life altering one at that.

Now, as soon as I arrive at the seed I weasel my way straight to the omelet station, take control of the grill and fire those puppies out. There’s a small element of Hell’s Kitchen involved, but I rarely slam an omelet in a volunteer’s face. (That might not go over too well with people not jocking for a Vegas Restaurant) But with the omelet production technique and some masterful wrist action we can churn out about 120-150 omelets in little less than an hour. That’s almost at Vegas levels, baby!

Anyways, the ridiculously early wake-up call and the lingering smell of liquidized egg in my hair is a small sacrifice for the satisfaction of conquering an industrial sized grill. After about 10 Wednesdays at the seed, I’m starting to really enjoy the smell of liquidized egg and old ham. Plus it feels masculine to dominate a grill and make a day of work slaving in front of the computer far more fulfilling.

So as that cheesy Harvey’s commercial says “Long live the Grill.”

Note: Again, I borrowed this photo from Flickr. At least this time I have a link.

Categories: The-Personnal, The-Inane,

AeroBiz 2006 Monday June 19, 2006

There used to be a game for the Sega Genesis called AeroBiz. (And it’s sequel Supersonic Aerobiz) It was more of a board game than a video game, but the premise was to take a little start-up airline and transform it into a global monoply in 40 turns. For such a lame concept it was stupidly addictive and just went to prove my inane theory that Japanese people are twisted. It just had this weird feel that the game had another purpose, like some sort of meticulous Japanese kindergarten admission test, where families were forever shamed if their child couldn’t build a global airline empire in under 15 turns.

aerobiz - supreme nerdiness

Where am I going with this? Absolutely no where. I just wanted to expose another element of my nerdality before complaining about the airline industry.

The airline industry in North America and for that matter Europe, is driving me insane. It’s not the fare prices I objecting to (although 2 pence for a flight between London and Cork is just wrong) it is the daily fare fluctuation that’s cutting under my skin. Between West Jet’s random seat sale days, Air Canada’s ever changing prices and the ultra cheap arriers like EasyCrash and Ryan Air, purchasing a ticket has more in common with trying to invest in the stock market than purchasing a bus ticket. It’s stupid! I even stumbled across a beta website call Farecast.com, which treats airline tickets like a commodity on the NASDQ. Its sole purpose is to study and analysis ticket price trends to advise you what day is the best to purchase a decent fare.

I don’t know about you, but there is something a little wrong with this situation?

I understand that the Airline industry is a market and it is just responding to supply and consumer demand, but it is a little frustrating when you are trying to plan a trip or summer vacation. As a consumer the day you purchase your ticket ends up dictating your holiday plans. For example the roommate and I have been trying to pick-up a couple of flights to Comox for a weekend fishing trip. This weekend we had to kybosh the trip, because of the fluctuation in ticket prices. When we started budgeting the trip the initial ticket prices was averaging around $160 each way (changing on a daily basis between $130 and $189). Now it has ballooned up to $312. We would have picked up a ticket at the $160 dollar price, but we ended up waiting longer on rumblings of a WestJet sale. So we missed out on a decent price and ended up watching the seat price escalate all the way up to the $312 range, solely on seat speculation. For Fuck’s sake!

It’s frustrating because I’m in the midst of planning a few trips to Barcelona, Vancouver, Austin and New York. Unfortuantly I can’t begin booking time off or making reservation until I do some indepth research on the fuel markets or consumer trends. I almost want to phone up an investment broker and ask him if he can implement some sort of stop-loss order on a round-trip ticket to Vancouver.

Categories: The-World, The-Inane,

Tuesday Morning Links Tuesday May 30, 2006

Alright enough cheerleading about Astroboy Mullets and Calgary, here are some links:

First – Which Napoleon Dynamite Character are you?

Second- Calls for the closing of Heathrow Airport and the construction a new megapolix complex on the Thames river. I can’t imagine London without Heathrow and Vise-versa. As a child my old man used to tell me stories of when he was a young teen working nights at Heathrow at night. That means Heathrow must have been around before the dawning of the British Empire.

Third – Join the Web Cult. Web 2.0hhhhhhhhh T-shirts (from Kottke.org) In addition here are some other crazy t-shirts coming soon. Is it just me or is every design extremely morbid?

Fourth – Time for some blatant self promotion, Music-critic is teaming up with Rascal Flatts for a contest promoting their new CD me and My Gang. If you know somebody who is a Rascal Flatts Fan you can win a prize pack for them. It includes a subscription to their secret fan club and a large 3ft tall window poster. I kid you not. Mr. James, you could add this to your Brad Paisley Fan club subscription.

Categories: The-Humourous, The-Inane, The T-Shirts

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