Eyes Spies and Lies

Ok i revamped my bio section. I also added a technology page. I got a hold of my dads camera, took some pictures, wrote some smart ass comments and all seems just that little bit better in the world. Now that everyone can see my laptop, or the horns on my computer. Its hot, i gave up on being outside, and returned to the basement, seems like the dog understands the idea of hot air rising and colder air falling, shes down here with me. For the second straight day we have a thunder storm coming. Which means i'll be sitting out in the park watching the lightning. The pure power of these storms puts me in my place.

I don't think there's anything else new going on, i'm hungry so i'm going to go find some food. I think i'm hungry for something else though. I'm thinking about starting a counter of days i've gone with out a release of endorphins. I need some entertainment, or a new hobby... 4 gallons and 1040 dead kittens isn't bad i guess, i have nothing to compare it to though.

A couple of days ago i spent some time and finally broke down and got my self a new icq number: 255360463. Now whats depressing about this is i had an icq number back in junior high. i used it until probably grade 8 and then never used it again. I forgot the number and my password long ago. Hell, even the password hint did me no go because the address they email my password to i haven't used since grade 8 either. This just bothers me that i gave up a 4 digit icq number for my current 9 number beast. I used to use icq back when it wasn't cool and none of my friends had it. So now i'm back on icq, just with no contacts. So you may be wondering then, why not just give icq up and not use it? Well cuz i got trillian, and if you got it, use it. Thats my motto. Along with tons of other stupid sayings that i repeat over and over.
So somebody icq me!
I can't let that harddrive space go to waste now can i?

Its barely past 1pm and the nerds at the university say its 26C. I think its time i get outside and get some sun on this computer of mine

I think i'm going to buy a t-shirt from t-shirt hell. Maybe the "this is my clone" or the "restraining orders: just another way of saying i love you" or "I'm just pretending to be a poser". Tell me which one is more me. Then you'll get to see me wandering about with it on. Scaring the children and seniors.

When i left at 3:45 it was night, there was no mistaking how dark and "night like" everything was. By the time i got home from the airport it was morning. There was no mistaking the rather large burning ball of hydrogen in the northeast part of the horizon. So this brings up the problem, when did night end and morning begin. Because this is going to be different all over the world. Those of you that live in California are going to have the sun come up later than my imaginary readers in Alert, NWT. Does night end and morning begin, or do we just cop out and say "twilight" is as good as it gets and stop trying to be smart by bringing up such useless topics after being up for 20 hrs straight...

I'm going to bed,

pictures tomorrow consider yourself warned...

Dammit! I lost my latest blog. Well i guess i'll start over

Ok, i have to drive my mom to the airport in a few hours because she's going to houston for work. Now i'm blogging, and playing checkers with tuck. I just downloaded msn 6 just so that i could play checkers. Which seems to be the only reason i'll be using msn 6. I'm stuck on trillian. Stuck, very stuck.

I'm listening to some old matthew good band - beautiful midnight. Damn i love this cd. I used to listen to this cd over and over and over again all the way through high school. There was something about this album that makes me just calm and able to deal with the world. I love the irony of "a boy and his machine gun" and "the future is x-rated" never gets old to me. I'm starting to think that this album is probably the single most important and influenal album that i own. I just can't get enough of matt's anger. He just might be an asshole but he's smart. You can't deny him that.

I used to sit in bed and dream about singing "running for home" to an audience. I can't get over the line "the gun makes you look nicer in a bad way". I want to write songs like this one. I can't, no matter how much i try the closest i can get is soft foo fighters quality. Which isn't bad, but i still aim high. "power's another one of those this that pointless if you're not going to use it" how do i compete again poetry like that. Hell he even got phone sex into the album.

I added life in the present to my blogs list. Check it out, sometimes we all need to read something intelligent around here. Hella lot better than my ranting, complaining, and all around jackassery which is my webpage. You may have noticed that i've dropped the opening page. I see it as pointless. I'm sure that you're all looking for that quote again. Too bad.

So now its 2:15am. I'm drinking beer alone in my basement, eating crackers and listening to the album for the third complete rotation of songs for the night. Not a bad way to end my friday.

Oh yeah here's the lowdown of my friday:
I went to work to work 5 hours of overtime. When i got to the warehouse the all the afternoon shift was sitting on the grass outfront. This is a bad sign... Turns out that the power was out in the warehouse, can't work when the power is out. So i basically sat on my ass in the grass and shade (provided by unloaded trailers) and waiting for the power to get turned back on. It took 2.5 hrs to get the power back on in the intire warehouse. I got paid time-and-a-half for the entire 2.5 hrs i sat outside, but damn was it boring. Hell some recieving guys stole footballs out of toys and started playing on the grass. All and all it all worked out because i got to go home at 8:30, they wanted the night shift to stay until 12 to make up for lost time. But everyone objected (me included) and we quit work for the week at 8:30. Which was also about the time that i huge storm hit wetaskiwin and area. Turns out we were on a severe thunderstorm watch for most of the day. I didn't see anything to worthy of being written about other than a beautiful double rainbow in the south.

i can home, did laundry and went over to Johans. We watched the dumbest movie ever. Never see "scooby-doo". Its the stupidest movie of all time. And i've seen some pretty stupid movies (dumb and dumber, anything with keanu reeves other than the matrix). Oh well thats just my opinion of the movie. I could have come out of that experience smarter if i had just bashed my fucking head into the coffee table in front of me. But i got free popcorn out of the whole deal (thanks johan, even though you don't read this).

Yeah then i came home at midnight and have been surfing and chatting and messing with this site ever since.

Just remember: if heavens for clean people it's vacant

boo

My Dad went to Edmonton today, mostly because he can't just sit around and do nothing. He ended up in Chapters and bought this book; Darwin's Dangerous Idea. It's a book that basically fights the side of the evolationary theory for Darwin. Written by a Darwinist named Daniel C. Dennett. Now this guy has the best explanation of what "darwinism" is. He explains it like an acid. Back when Daniel was a kid he used to sit around with his friends and think up the craziest ideas. One of which was the "universal acid". This would be the acid that could (in theory) eat through anything. If poured into a beaker it would eat the beaker, then eat the floor and end up dissolving the world. Darwinism is kind of like that, according to Dennett. Darwinism takes anything you throw at it and eats it right up and spits it out on the floor. Religion, don't need it, evolution took care of everything. Divine Guidance, nope, evolution did it all out of chaos and created what we have now. If you started evolution over again, i probably wouldn't be writing this, because humans may not have evolved to be what we are today.

What seems weird to me aren't the ideas of the book. Its my Dads desire to learn everything he can about evolution, and the evolutionary practice. Now if you don't know my Dad is a pastor. By all accounts he should have just gone "Evolution is crap, God created the world -- End of story". But he didn't. Ever since the late 70's my Dad has been reading every book he can find thats been written on the topic of Evolution. Ever reading and learning he's got a ton of knowledge about evolution, enough in my mind to breeze through a biology degree, throw some philosopher experence on the fire and we got ourselfs a seriously dangerous man.

For the record he believes evolution exists, even today changing and making the world different. I think he trusts that the world is really really old, like oh a few billion years. He (like the catholic church) believes in Divine guidance working with evolution. Saying evolution did the work, God pointed the way.

Anyways you'd never guess my skinny tall grey haired Father would be so open minded. For this i'm proud. And on the plus side he doesn't object to my major area of study: Geology.

I guess i'll consider this post a very late father's day present to my Dad...

OK so yesterday before going to work i was watching Muchmoremusic and they had this program about implants airing. Which was a little unnerving to be eating my cereal and watching some doctor shove ass implants into a latin womans ass. According to this program most women in the US that get ass implants are latin. They blame J-Lo and her ass for all the ass modification that they do nowadays. And let me tell you, the doctor they were interviewing was this creepy guy from cali. He showed the implant before putting it in the girl. All he did was keep pushing it and playing with it throughout the entire interview. Never unnerving, being that he's a "doctor".
They had this other (more professional) doctor talking about how dangerous ass implants were. Geez, i never knew that putting gel in your ass could kill you, or make it very uncomfortable to sit, or the funniest, and he said this, "uncomfortable to have intercourse from behind". Thanks man, i was eating cheerios now i feel dirty. I kept getting this image of some poor girl complaining that it hurts too much, and the guy being all, "so why the hell did you get that done if i can't have doggy style with you anymore?!!!"
So i guess its very "in style" to have the "ghetto booty" or as Keely likes to call it "bubble butt". I've noticed only a few girls have the ghetto ass going on. Other than the chicks in rap videos. Where do you find hoes like that? I'm betting they're not in the garden section of a hardware store thats for sure.

In other news Allan's getting more hits on his site with references to circle jerking and bukkake, and other forms of pseudo-homosexual activity (tell me standing around in a circle beating meat, isn't just a little more gay than me having fashion sense)

John at work has starting calling me "jomo the homo" again. Something i hadn't heard for two years. Also something that makes me want to beat him like the dog he is. But i won't, cause i'm a big pussy, and he'll always think i'm gay. Regardless of what i do. It's like he's got some problem, or something to hide. Do you John?

I don't expect an answer...

I moved all my messaging over to trillion because i couldn't find a way to auto reply messages in msn messager. Or atleast the version i have, and being that i'm feeling all anti-microsoft i figure whats the worst that can happen? Trillion wrecks my computer and makes me waste all the time, blood sweat and tears that have gone into saving for this tiny grey box infront of me. I'm cool with that.

It doesn't look like hamburger. Not at all. Nor does it feel, smell, or any other five-senses-related-thing like hamburger. I don't care what your buddy in math class told you, he's WRONG. Hamburger does NOT equal pussy. -->link

Try, i mean really try not to laugh when reading that...

I added a comment button to my page today. Use it dammit!, it was a pain in the ass to find and i had to sign up for shit to get it and i expect that the 3 people that read my site will at least entertain me with the idea that you care that i put a comment button option on this page...

I got the idea a join help from Biogeek and Pussyranch. Word to the wise, She didn't call it pussyranch cause she farms cats...

So, yeah. I can't get back to sleep. Not that i really tried, but whatever. I gave up on sleep and have moved myself and my laptop outside to do some mini Modblogging. It's actually quite warm today, which is a nice change from the cold dark unforgiving basement i'm accustomed to. Ok so the story behind the picture is that i took this picture a few weeks ago on my dads digital camera. The dog was sleeping on the couch and as i was taking the picture she noticed me and just woke up. Thats why one eye is part open and the other is closed. Thats why she looks pissed off. Thats why if works so well for my feeling of not being able to sleep. Now molly and i are basking in the sun and "breeze" (try gail forced winds) of Alberta.
I thinki she'd rather be outside though. I keep getting this feeling from her that all she wants to do all day is lay on the lawn and watch the birds. Hell is the toughest part of my dad was getting put outside to watch the birds i'd be pissed off if people woke me up to take my picture. It all makes sense now. Or at least i tell myself that to make my self feel better.
When we put the dog outside we tie her to a post we have in my back yard. To the post she's attached via 12 ft "dog cable" and has a probably good 20ft diamater circle to walk and play in after winding herself around the pole a few times. Half of the space she has is grass, the other half is cement patio. So she's got the choice to either lay in the grass or on the cement. Well thats her choices in theory. In reality she wonders back and forth from grass to pavement, trying to find a comfortable spot to lay. Once she finds on she normally settles down (doing that whole dog turny thing, if you've seen it you understand) and then puts her head down and watches the birds. The birds however are just on the otherside of her radius, and watch her until she settles down. Wherein right after she looks calm they start moving and flying around. Which in turn gets molly awake, and up. The birds fly away and once again my dog is left to find that perfect spot to lay again.
she does that for hours. I seriously mean hours, and nothing ever phases her, she just does the same thing over and over again. Well apart from right now, shes chasing ants. We have an ant problem. And the ants have a problem with molly. I don't think molly understand the ins and outs of smelling just yet. She really takes smelling to heart, sniffing pretty much as hard as she can to get the most out of each sniff. Thats what i think from my oh-so-scientific observations. Problem: smelling ants at full power means you inhale the ants at the same time. I kid you not, my dog is inhaling ants like they're lines of cocaine. Then she snorts and coughs until they (as i assume) get moved out of the airway in her nose. And then back to inhaling ants. This has got to be the funniest thing i've ever seen my dog do.

Moving on to another topic i forget earlier, i saw the wierdest thing at work yesterday. Ok we get alot of "Fragile - Handle with care" stickers. Someone put a couple on a cart a few weeks ago. Yesterday another person cut the letters out and rearranged them into "Rail her with care". Nothing like some backwater womanizing to make my work day complete. Boredom reviels the most you can learn about someone. I'm pretty sure that one of the "lifers" from day shift will take offence to that comment and take it completely off the cart. But i can honestly say i saw it. I really did, and it was classy, oh so classy

I have to go save my dog, i think shes either gonna choke on ants or kill herself trying to get the birds...

This is my dog, she was sleeping, i took a picture of her, and this is about how i feel...

So guess what someone found in a field outside of Camrose? A dead crow. A dead crow infected with West Nile virus that is less than a 20min drive from my front door to be exact. Not that i'm worried. I'm sure that west nile has been in Alberta for quite some time, only now being found. It's still alittle unnerving. Perhaps I'll get bitten by a mosquito and get the rest of the summer off work. One can only hope. On the plus side with the infected bird in Camrose there is a chance (no matter how slight) that all the dumbasses that show up to see stage 13 (with the likes of 3 doors down, OLP, Treble charger, Theory of a dead man, 3 days grace, saliva, the list goes on 32 bands in all) might get more for the oh say approx $200 they spent to stand in a field in Camrose listening to all those shitty bands. I only wanted to see Matt Good and Everclear. I don't see why i should have to suffer through all that other crap (mostly OLP) just to see those two bands. Keeping in mind i saw Matt Good a couple of months ago live this makes even less sense. I hear that Cheap Trick is playing some pre-party show tonight, to bad i don't know where and i don't have the night off. Oh well all i can hope is for west nile infected mosquitoes fly around continuously biting OLP until they fall to the ground due to massive blood loss. I can wish can't I?

I woke up at 1 today its sooo bright in my bedroom. I can't sleep when i can see the blood through my eye lids. This leads to the problem of "joel being dead tired and then absentmindedly getting killed by someone driving a forklift" And if that happens tonight this will be one creepy blog...

I'm going to try to go back to bed. I'm hoping the enlightenment will fall into my lap and inspire me to write meaningful things

When you hear about dissidents being shut up, or gotten rid of you probably don't think about work. Well i do, at least from now on. Today Home Hardware fired Mike and Amanda. They're married and did work the night shift with me. About 2 months ago, Amanda fell down the stairs and tore some ligaments in her ankle and leg. Well they put her on "light duty" because the workers compination board of Canada says you can't fire someone just cause they hurt themselves at work. So anyway, both Mike and Amanda are 'teachers to be', and Amanda had been working night and substituting at school during the day. She was getting burnt out so she asked to be given the next day off from the warehouse when she worked at school that day. She got the ok from the people at the warehouse and all seemed good, until Canada Day.
Canada Day was a Tuesday. We had overtime offered that day, come in and get paid your stat (8 hrs) and 8hrs of overtime (at 1.5x regular). Turns out that Amanda came with Mike to work on Canada Day to work the overtime. But when your on WCB you can't work overtime. So after driving to work (at 10:30pm) she was told rather roodly that she wasn't going to be allowed to work the overtime by an Afternoon's supervisor. She snapped and went home upset.
On the weekend she wrote up a letter explaining how poorly she was treated and sent it to the "big cheese" at work. She got fired yesterday, i'm not sure if Mike got fired either or just quit, but either way neither of them are coming back. The reason given for Amanda's firing "She had taken 26 days off so far this year".
Go figure, sometimes its better to not speak out.

Maybe later i'll write something more intelligent in here. Right now this is bothering me, so now it can bother you...

I'm totally fed up with the crap that i see in the news when i wake up. Every damn day i wake up and the news is going and i watch it hoping that something important will pop out and grab me. Instead i get to listen to Bob Layton complain about something. I really wish they wouldn't give right-wing redneck assholes an editoral spot on the 6 o'clock news.
Yesterday his rant was about how stupid the "running of the Bulls" in spain is. I give you the fact that it seems counterproductive to run down the street with a bunch of bulls. But this is a tradition that has been happening for a long time now. I'm pretty sure that everyone there understands the dangers assosiated with bulls. The running of the bulls is more about tradition and the personal freedom to do whatever the hell you want. Which brings up the arguement should "the man" stop us generally stupid humans from doing things that can going to kill or hurt us. I'm voting no on that statement. We got 6 billion humans around here, we can handle losing the ones that knowing full well go out and kill themselves. My arguement has a fault, we need to have educated or at the least of it, informed people. If you know that herion is dangerous and you understand that, then be my guest, and become an addict. If you know that smoking is gonna kill you, then i have no problem watching you light up. If you know that a 700lb bull can gore you to death then go right ahead and run down a narrow street with them. We need to start letting people be responsible for their actions.
Secondly today bob was complaining about the pie in king ralphs face. He was complaining that people nowadays need to respect the office known as government. I say to you Bob: "Fuck that! That 'office' needs to start listening to its voting members". I applaude the 19 year old that dressed like a cowboy and shoved a banana cream pie into Kleins face. I'd do it, but i don't want to go to jail. Bob even had the balls to say that people have other ways of voicing their opinions of the government. We can protest (like anyone cares), we can write editorials (yes, now we need to find a paper that will print it that Klein actually reads), or the best one, put out an ad in newspapers. Do you how much it costs to advertise your opinion in the newspaper? If i had that kinda money i wouldn't be working 11 hrs of overtime every week.
Fuck! sometimes ignorance is more powerful than $10,000 of education...

What the Fuck!

Ok, well i think i totally fucked my pinky toe on my right foot last night. I was working and about 3 or so i felt something jabbing into my toe. I though, "oh it can't be anything, it'll go away" well i didn't. After my last break of the night (around 5:30am) i took my boot off to figure out what was happening. Turns out that a string on my sock had wound itself around my pinky toe and was pulling tight. How tight might you ask? Tight enough to cut my toe, draw blood and cause it to swell like a son of a bitch. So once again i ask: what the fuck?

Other than that my day sucked ass. Not sucked ass like a porn star, or one of those dirty "wifes" at sexhungryjoes.com but either way, sucked.

Not that i go to there or anything...

I'm going to bed, you dirty dirty people.

I wondered upstairs this afternoon to find three (yes count them 3) checks for me sitting on the table. Turns out everone wants to pay me today. My damage deposit (noted before) and my GST rebate came today. Include in that my check for umpiring this weekend and i have the look of a man just swimming in money. Not that i am, but its nice to dream sometimes. So i put some real pants on and a sweater (it was 20 today and i still always feel cold). Wondered downtown to the bank. I was going to drive because the car was there, but i desided to walk, trying to remember that if your not part of the solution, you are part of the problem. So anyways i'm walking back from the bank and i run in Josh. Well i don't think i've talked to Josh since high school so i felt just alittle ackward standing in the street. It looked like his ear had been bleeding resently and i can't believe how old he looks. Damn, i guess smoking weed everyday and doing nothing with your life (currently unemployed was the first thing he told me) can really take alot out of a person. I look at all my other friends and i don't see them looking almost 30. Josh looks like he's already lived a full life. Oh well, needless to say that conversation lasted oh about 45 seconds before i let loose on one of my conversation ending comments. The stereotypical differences between the educated youth and the working young adult was standing in the road today and all i could do to keep myself from laughing was bite my lip and walk away. One side you got, working, poor, educated, student, and wearing doc martins. On the otherside, hungover, unemployed, possibly stoned barefoot labourer. I somehow don't feel so bad being poor and going to school. I mean it doesn't make up for the fact that Josh own a car, and doesn't have shit to do all day but wait for the night to come. Still i don't pity him, or feel as bad for myself.

I have a huge bruise on my shoulder right now from being hit with a baseball during the weekend. I mean it hurts to move my arm.

I'm bored and i don't want to go to work. I'm hiding downstairs in my lair because i can hear the "friends" on the tv upstairs and i'm not going to sit around with my mom and watch re-runs of a sitcom i don't even like at the best of times. Instead i'm going to the liquor store. I'm out of beer and i feel it's my right and all to go get myself some relaxation in a can.

I'm so proud of Don for going to the french maid. Not cause he went to the strippers (that shouldn't surprise anyone) but becasue he actually listened to me at least once last year while i was ranting about something. Thanks Don, i hope it was everything i hyped it up to be.

Tuesday is here, well at least it feels like it for me. I'm trying to figure out how to make tripod show my whole page to all you people's using IE. Possibly narrowing it down to when the popups are closed the page won't load completely. So either stop closing the popups, or move over and use mozilla. Either that or i might have to put my site back onto banners, which are dumb and ugly. So i'm not going to do that.

Ok, so last weekend i got to sleep once. On saturday night from 11 til 7. I'm not sure if thats totally what i should be doing to my body but i don't seem to be able to do anything differently.

I'd like to thank Allan for teaching me about a Bukkake. I fact i didn't even know it had a proper name, or history to be honest. I'm not posting a link or anything to this because i'm trying to keep the filth to a bare minimun, just leaving my dirtyness to myself. If you really really wanna know what it is you can search it. But be afraid, be very afraid...

I got my damage deposit back from the hell hole known as lister. Turns out all the paint spilt on the floor and the dirty lounge, and broken couch were worth $10.45 of my deposit. Which brings to mind that isn't to bad considereing how messing everything was when i left. All the ceiling tiles in the tower were worth $3 or so. Go figure, i'm riching and lister can finally go to hell. I have nothing else tieing me to that place other than my name on a wall.

I woke up this morning to a nose bleed. Turns out my nose had been bleeding for quite some time, my pillow was red (not white like it should be) and i'm still light headed. I'll have to learn to wake up before drowning in my own blood.

And now that you know that, there's nothing else to say

Ok, i got a question for you

If a man breaks into a house. Then sneaks around to find a man. Finds him in a chair. Sneaks up behind him and pulls a gun. Pulls the trigger but the thing jams, is that attemped murder?

What if the man in the chair was already dead?

Thats all i got, maybe more intelligent writings tomorrow

Ok, so Siobhan and I ran up to Edmonton tonight to watch the new movie "28 days later". Which was made by the same minds that brought us trainspotting. Now before i throw myself head long into this rant about the movie, do try to understand a few things... first, by no means is this movie the same as trainspotting. Secondly, i did enjoy this movie, but...
In one way this movie was perhaps hyped up too much. You watch the preview, maybe you've even ventured over and watched the 6 min trailor on the website (which happens to be the first 6 mins of the film, setting the stage for what is to come). All these thoughts are brought to us that this movie is "Scary as Hell". Which it is not. Sorry to the guys and gals that made this movie but it wasn't scary as hell. It was suspenseful as hell. The whole time the movie is trying to keep you in a state of mind that expects the average horror movie scene to happen. Some of the best thrills and chills come as you might expect them, but set to you the viewer in such a manner that you can't help but be scared by them. Its like Danny Boyle (producer) knew that he was making a horror film so he might as well give up on the suprise element of the film. You can't fool the kids these days, he instead found a more powerful way to make suspense: music.
The music for this film was wonderfully set up. I recognized the music from the beginning. I believe most of the score was done by Quebecor's Godspeed You! Black Emperor. This is one hell of a band, consisting of any number of members at anytime (normally 9 members). Let by efrim, and known for their extreme independence and 20 min long songs in minor keys. A perfect fit for the movie. You couldn't help but be let by the music into the (sometimes) obvious danger. Nor could you careless, whatever gets my palms sweating is good enough. But i warn you, GY!BE isn't like normal music, and they make radioheads kid A sound like a Pearl Jam record.
All and all the movie was suficent for what is was made to do. Make you seriously think about what could go wrong. And as i've always thought, a little mind bending psycological thriller is good for the soul. Go out, see it (don't spend $13.50 on it like i did) and tell me how much you hated the ending. Which was the only bad part of the movie. I personally would have done it differently. I warn you of one more thing. If you wouldn't get "it" if i mailed it to you in a big boz labeled "it" you might not want to see this movie. Things aren't spelt you for you, you need to think to make this movie make sense. But on the plus side at the end of the movie, if you got it, you can laugh like i did at all the people that gather around the exit going "What the fuck was that? That was the dumbest movie ever, it made no sense" It does make sense, in fact i find the personal side of the movie to be scarier than the film its self. And i'm starting tot get the feeling that was the point Boyle was trying to make.
Open your mind and try to see it stripped of the hollywood shine that was layered on it. If blood bothers you, don't see this movie either, its gory. I mean rather gory
Sometimes you just have to go with it, this is no different, let yourself be swept away, then leave 5 mins before the movie ends...

Ok, just to fill you in on my most resent purchuses, i bought a dell laptop with centrino moblie tech. This gives me the ability to use the 802.11b standard for wireless internet. More commonly known as WiFi. Now just owning the technology doesn't mean you can just sit in your living room and check emails. Like all good things there are restictions. You need to buy an access point. Which basicaly takes the DSL from the modem and puts it into WiFi. So after spending another $170 on top of the computer i have the ability to surf the net anywhere in my house, and for a few feet outside of the house too. In theory WiFi would make connecting to the internet in coffee shops easier than ever. The problem is that everyone wants to make money off the internet and this includes selling internet access at hotspots. As if starbucks wasn't evil enough. Read this rant from Bob Frankston. Wonderfully sums it up in lauguage even i can understand.

Technology is only as good as people will let it be. I personally aren't searching for fortune as much as i'm searching for enlightenment. Maybe i should run a WiFi hotspot. If you want free internet come hang outside of my house, i'll give you the password for my WiFi

Why won't people just communicate with me. All i ask is be kept in the loop when it comes to umpiring. And still after 5 years of provicals no one talks to me,no one tells me where i should go until the very last minute. Yesterday i was going to Millet, now i'm going to a smaller town further away called Round Hill. I've never been there. I don't know anything about this town, or where the ball diamonds are or what. But i'm going there, and i have to work with a guy i've never met before. Something tells me this is just a disaster waiting to happen. I'm not even sure that i would have found this out if i weren't for Siobhan telling me that the millet team wasn't playing in millet this weekend. I guess having friends has its benifits sometimes...

Sometimes i wonder if i should take up smoking. I mean apart from the totally horrid things it would do to me. And keeping in mind that it is the only substance approved by the FDA that when used properly will kill you. Apart from all that negativity (and the loss of my girlfriend) i'm still thinking about it. I'm pretty sure this isn't one of those rebellous things. I know this because i'm nearly 20 and i can legally buy the smokes now. I just keep thinking about how basically all the poeple i look up to for one reason or another are smokers. Cobain, the Whites (jack notably), Tyler Durden, Coleridge, all the poets that i read. Hell Matt Good smoked (he has resently quit) but i liked his voice better for its sound back in the day. I just keep thinking that i'm missing out on something. Maybe its the certainty of knowing that you have at least one thing that isn't going to change. Perhaps if money wasn't an issue and i had the freedom to do it without being looked down upon i'd start. Something to relax me. Something to do while i type out these blogs on my computer. You're not really living unless you're addicted to something. There is a certain unmistakable feeling of security in addiction. Its always going to be there, can you say that about anything else in your life with that kinda reverence. I figure that we're losing the last of the cool smokers from the world. Everyone has gotten caught up in this anti-smoking idea. At least in North America it's we're alot tighter about smoking than in other parts of the world, most noticablly europe, where everyone and their dog still smokes. I just think that we might be going just alittle to far banning smoking from all public buildings and eateries. I hear that the city of edmonton even wants to ban smoking from bars. This is going too far. I'm going to stand up for the smokers out there and say "back off government" we all know how evil smoking is. For years and years we've been allowing smoking in every public place. Now it is alittle annoying sometimes, but we have lived with it for so long why all of a sudden did we have to just stop it. Second hand smoke is a worry, but so is skin cancer, so is Sars, so is West Nile, are we going to kill all the mosquitoes now too? Because we humans have done enough to destroy the environment. Everyone is too uptight now adays. Relax, let the smokers slowly kill themselves. Sit back and watch the world turn and just try to live your life the best you can. And in the pursuit for living your life in the best way, you don't have to try to live everyone elses.

That just might be the problem of the current world right now. No one is taking the time to fix the problems in their own lives. Instead they get more personal joy out of helping others. Not enough people are being selfish like me. We all need more "me time". Take a minute out of each day when things are getting hectic and solve one, just one of your many problems. Hell even if its as small as re-arranging the lenghts of your shoe laces so that they are both the same lenght at the end of the lacing, do it. Every little bit counts, and the things you do for yourself count twice as much. Even on a global scale no one is looking at themselves anymore. It's like we don't like what we've become so we're going to try to live vicariously through the re-building of another nation. The problem is that everyone wants to get their 2 cents in on the subject and the country becomes this amalgamation of other countries. This ultimately turns out in the country becoming to screwed up than before and it just reverts back to the mess it was in the beginning. For example see the Congo, Somalia... the list is growing.

So i'm going out later today to buy some smokes. At the least of it, they'll sit in my room until i get really drunk one night and smoke the entire pack away. This will give me a reason to use my zippo more than i do as it stands right now. I got a few dollars to spend on little white death sticks, or maybe i'll spend some extra money and run up to the cigar store on whyte ave and get something classy and sit on my step outside my house when the folks are gone and travel to exotic lands where no one cares what you do to your self. hmmm... sounds and smells like cuba doesn't it, good thing i'm canadian.

It's July 4th today, drink a beer and toast it to the USA. Toast it to all the 18 year olds in the US getting drunk in Mexico because their legal age is 21. They aren't old enough to go to the strippers but they can join the army and be killed for the better of whoever...

I listen to this new Radiohead album and i get the distinct feeling that Thom and the boys are really unhappy with the current political situation. Hell they even got their shots in with the title of the album "hail to the theif". I'm suprised that the album didn't be censored by the US or their more powerful friends in Wal-Mart. Then again i get the distinct feeling that people that are going to be buying the new radiohead album aren't going to be buying it from Wal-Mart.

While on the topic of Music i'd like to take a moment and bitch about the radio situation in Edmonton now. Ok if you didn't know Mix 96 is gone, replaced by 96x. Which wouldn't be so bad if they didn't play do goddam much nickelback and michelle branch. I also probably wouldn't care if i didn't have to listen to it every night. Also Power 92 is gone, replaced with "the .5" which is just what mix 96 was. 92.5Fm doesn't play rap, hip hop, or good old fashioned rock anymore. Which makes it the most useless radio station other than the half dozen country ones we have. Country isn't music, its whining with guitars and clean channels on amps. It's redneck and i hate it.

Oh to fill in the holes of my past blogs, Allan (my current savior) brought to my attention that i was explaining a "mandelbrot plot". Link coming soon... very cool, another reason why math will never get old...

If any one wants to take the "fun" out of finding a house for me and Allan and Will for the next school year, feel free to email me.

I'd also like to say for all the people at work (that probably won't ever read this) stop eavesdropping on my conversations. Just being i swear, or talk about all the weird places i've been, or all the things i've done doesn't mean that you can just stand over there somewhere and listen in. The irony of this is that these people probably don't even own computers so really i'm just bashing them behind their backs. Good thing i'm not buddist or i'd be getting all this backstabbing coming back at me...

I revamped the site today. Added a bio page, so now i can get tons and tons more spam than i regularly do. I hope that at least i get cool spam, i really hate all the spam i get about penis enlargement. Now i don't go around comparing myself to other guys, but according to the wonderful people that spam me everyday my woman is unhappy with my size, or my girth. Kinda makes you wonder what you women out there want. Do you really want us bottoming out inside of you? If i add 6 more inches you might as well have sex with a two litre pop bottle. There would be some serious rearrangement of your insides, i'll leave it at that.

Work starts in 75 mins, but i'm sure the classic flirting between all employees has been going on for a while now. I work at a glorified high school for adults. The only thing is that most of these people are married so when the work place flirting becomes serious homewrecking comes into place. I can't believe how immature some of the people i work with are. Your 45, act like it!!!! I feel like the summer students are the most mature people in that warehouse at night, sadly that leaves me in top 5 or so. Getting back to the topic of work being like high school, we even get graded on our performance at the end of the year. Give me a piece of paper with my stats on it, sounds like a report card. Hell we even had a fire drill already. I think the 13 years i spent in the public school system has given me the piece of mind to leave a building when i hear fire alarms. On the plus side the fire drill took 30 mins or so. Time in which they paid all of us. Quick math: 75 employees, avg salary of $14/HR (thats low), 30min of fire drill wasted time = $525 down the drain. Do two more fire drill, one for day shift, one for afternoon shift (both of which are considerably larger than nights) and you wasted an easy $2500. Now how about you don't have these fire drills and you put that money into a scholarship and you'd have a better way to spend $2500. I'm just a little bitter about my not receiving any scholarships throughout my university time so far. Give me money, i need to be able to feed myself while at school

I'll stop being selfish now... there are thousands of university students in the same position as me, we all need money

Dammit does peoples refusal to accept their wrong doings ever annoying to me. I keep thinking about how i always hear people, normally at the end of their lifes talking about how they don't regret anything. They say this as if they didn't say it some apparition would appear and steal away the life they have and return them back back to that moment in their life (that they actually regret) and make them live their life all over again. It's ok to regret doing somethings. Hell i regret doing alot of things and i'm not quite 20 yet. Just think of all the things i'm going to regret in 20 years when i'm 40. Stop denying the "oh so natural" feeling of not liking what you have. If we all just bend over and accept where we are and what we have become we screw ourselves out of a better life in the future. Luck falls from the sky, but perhaps unlike you i'm not lucky so i'm going out there to change the future before it happens. Prove to yourself that your life isn't pre-deterined. Turn off the highway at a different spot than you usually do. All this might just be conviencing yourself that your happy with the blue pill... Or just keep doing what your doing now, and in 50 years when some "Friends" of yours are doing your roast you can stand up at the end of it and utter the two dumbest words that can be said by a human; no regrets. And i'll fly my spirit away and not steal all your lifes accompishments.

Today is payday, so i guess i'll repress the sudden feeling to strip naked and roll around in the wads and wads of money i've earned in the past two weeks. You just wait, that'll happen, and it'll be on cable tv on some reality show...

Do you read the newspaper? I do, and everyday i realize more and more that the newspaper has been written in a manor that a student in grade 3 could probably understand whats going on. We need a newspaper for people that have university educations and such. Well at least thats how i see the world becoming a better place. That and getting rid of all those punk kids... damn middle class gangsters.

When I grow up, I want to be one of those people that goes around to third world nations and helps starving children, i want to be a mercenary

There is a thin line between stupidity and ignorance. That statement could be taken either way i guess...

I think that i have everything in its right place so far. I have to remember that all code changes i want on this page have to be done through blogger. Once i wrap my mind around that idea, i shall be in website nirvana.

I wanna go see 28 days later this weekend, maybe friday night, after 9. I'm just hoping that someone that lives within driving distance of me reads this. Well, if i go, it'll probably be on friday or saturday. But saturday i have this "party" to go to. With the knowledge that Siobhan is going to Innisvail(sp) and she might also have other plans for that night, and Keely wants to have a date with her boyfriend, that leaves me going to this party without a chaperone. House partys are one time in my life when i need to use the buddy system.

Looks like i'm going to millet like i suspected yesterday, which means on the plus side i'll get to sleep in my own bed during the weekend. On the downside, i don't have any excuse not to go to this party.

Perhaps i'll sit at home at night this weekend sitting in front of my computer ready to be "sex therapist" to all the peoples on my msn list. Which i take as a huge complement. There's nothing my limitless knowledge of relationships can't be used to help others have better lives. Even if i means being honest...

I'm going to bed, it feels like midnight, its actually 8am, my body is so screwed up right now, and even worse this weekend i'll switch back to normal time for two days and then try to go back to work on sunday night. So don't call me today, the first person who calls me this morning is getting a sars laced letter in the mail, i can do, i'm canadian

Oh by the way Vancouver won the olympics for 2010, and if you first found that out by reading this, you need help, there must be rehab for internet addicts, you need to get out more

I'm looking for images of a math equation. I don't know what it's called but it creates this really really cool image. It has these parts of it called "shepherds crook" where every time you zoom in on the crook the image becomes more and more complex. I remember one of my teachers in high school, possibly Mr. Way talking about this. Anyways i can't seem to find it, being that i don't know the equation or the scientific name for it, searching it on the internet seems to me like a failing process. The front of the strokes album Is This It reminds me of it.

Anyway gonna be late for work, damn blogger, running my life now

All seems well in the land of Joel. My site is up and running http://tempest2i.tripod.com and boy am i ever grateful to allan for all this. Apart from spending my day filling my computer with open source code software i basically said "fuck it" to tripods lame attempt at a website and just wrote my own up.

I'm sure being ambitous with this internet/website shit. But we can't forget Matt Good's opinion "Ambition is a tricky thing, it’s like riding a unicycle on a dental floss tightrope over a wilderness of razor blades. Or perhaps I just listen to way too much Matt Good nowadays. Either way it makes a nice entering sentence for any conversation.

I'd like to take a minute and include a statement i forgot this morning when i was so tired. Ok we (we being Mike, Siobhan, Carrie, Sarah, Christy) were all sitting at the table during lunch and Mike was talking about living with Carrie need year, because they have desided to become roomates. And this was Mikes comment about the situation of living with Carrie
"As long as you don't get drunk and piss on my carpet (like my last roomate), we should be fine". Think you live with crazy people? Do they forget to use the bathroom when they get drunk? I'd also like to take a moment right now to thank Don for never pissing on the floor in lister... but the time you, al and will all sat outside my door on feb14th... you're lucky i wasn't armed...

All this spending time on my computer is making my head spin. There should be some way for me to be able to place the things i want on my website in the places i want. I haven't figured that out just yet. But when i do, oh you better believe that i'm going living the high life.

I have to go get some coffee. I'm falling asleep at the switch here and i still have work tonight. Maybe at work tonight i can continue to watch the story of two star crossed lovers and how their paths cross, intertwine and such... more on that to come later.

I think we need to start re-testing all the drivers on the road. I've been driving for a couple of months in summer since coming home and i've noticed two types of drivers so far. We got the ones that want to kill you (me included) and the ones that don't realize there are other cars on the road. Why can't you people just all drive like me. All i want to do is drive the speed limit, and some assbackwards hic driving 30 in a 50 zone does nothing but make me want to run your dumb ass off the road. In other traffic related news my friend Johan got a $250 speeding ticket last week. Turns out your not allowed to go 135km/h down highway 2A. He was slowing down when the cop clocked him too. Was it worth it? He was driving to meet his girlfriend. Oh the things we stupid males will do for you girls.

My sunburn from last weekend is starting to fade. Just in time for me to get another one on Saturday. Turns out i'm going to Millet to umpire the teams that have already lodged a complaint over me this year. Sounds like the best battle since a death star blew up is in the making. Run for cover, this storm trooper has learnt how to fire his gun...

peace, love, empathy - the best way to end a suicide note ever...

I just woke up to find out that my Dad ran to Edmonton today and desided to spend more money on his little pda. I remember when he got it a few weeks ago he said that the 32Mb ram that came base in the machine would be more than enough. More than he could ever imagine using up. Today he bought an extra 256Mb for backup storage (for the amazing price of $100). I think he also downloaded the entire bible into that flash card. See therein lays the different between me (my generation) and my Dad (and his generation). My dad happily paid $25us for the bible in e-form, while i would have just gone out and found it for free. I mean i paid for my computer, but if you think i'm going to pay for every little thing that i already own in some other form (hard copy) you better sit down and get used to being disappointed.

I'm trying to learn html, and the baby steps i'm taking are thanks to a book i stole from my dad this morning while he slept. I'm building two webpages at the moment and which ever one works out the best will be used hopefully and ultimately to host this blog. I'm building one with the help of the hosts (build me a carbon copy webpage builder) and the other i'm building by me typing code for what seems hours and hours. I have new found respect for computer nerds as of today. Not enough new respect for me to go out and talk to them, but enough respect i might not look at them like they are diseased...

Mike needs me to bring him the new foo fighters cd at work today. And i better not forget like last night. Or he might just kick my ass and not drive me to the show in a couple of weeks.

I'm off to find enlightenment in the form <> and if that mad any sense to you, then you know my struggle...

Everyday I get off work, walk outside and think to myself; “why the hell did I leave my sunglasses in the fucking car” What were you thinking at 7am this morning? Bet it wasn’t that…

Warehouse jobs are way too over rated. I work from 10:30pm to 7am Sunday night to Friday morning. Now if I was making the 12/hr that the full times make I might not complain as much as I do now. I make a full $3 less than they do every hour, just because I’m a student. It’s home hardware’s way of showing me how much they really just don’t care. Did you know that the warehouse I work in is the only warehouse for HH in western Canada? And all I have to say is that we got 600,000 sq.ft of absolutely useless shit. Stuff I don’t think any person could ever use. And something’s that just don’t make sense.
We got an outdoor ceiling fan. Take a minute and think about that. Its water proof, but if it’s for outside where are you going to attach it to. And if there is a ceiling to attach it to, are you really outside anymore? These are the questions that run through my head at 4:30 in the morning while my mind numbing job crawls along. I’m just waiting for the day that I forget to look before crossing an aisle and I get hit by some 10 ton machine going backwards that drags me for a good 20 ft before realizing that I’m stuck under it. It already happened to someone this year; it could happen to me…

I’m going to bed, my Wednesday is over

Today is the day that Vancouver/Whistler will find out if they win the 2010 winter games. But that just makes me think, when I’m 26 (turning 27) am I really going to be around to attend? Here's a link if you care... 2010 Games

Goddam fucking lycos and tripod. Ok i'm trying to start up a free website so that i can put this blog on a website of my own and not have to run it off blogspot. Which isn't so bad as i'm finding out. If only i had extensive knowledge of html i'd be already to go. Ok, well i'm not and it's starting to look like i'm either going to have to learn html this summer or wait until the fall when i get back to school and then get all friendly with the comp sci majors for them to build be a wedsite... eeww nerds and geeks. Oh wait i'm blogging and i have a website that doesn't really work. I'm not feeling so cool anymore.

I have to go make myself some lunch. Not that it feels like lunch time at say 3am when i actually get to eat said lunch. Working nights has offically destroyed all sense of time in my life. I'm tired like its bedtime, but i just woke up 4 hours ago. The sun is going down that makes its work time.

ok for all you i'm not posting the site link until i get it atleast easy on the eyes. Right now it's just a cookie cutter piece of shit. Give me some time, a 18 pack of kokanee and we'll see how that site looks in a few weeks

Todays wednesday, or atleast thats what they tell us a work, one more day till pay day!

i wonder how to publish pictures in my blogs... (help me)

Welcome to my think tank!

It's Canada day, not i'm really going to be doing anything important being that i have to go to work in just over 2 hours. Damn night shift and my ability (or better said inability) to sleep during the day. I should be out wreaking havoc on the world like a good proud canadians today. Doing the classic canadian things, drinking beer, and being jackasses, and drinking more beer. Oh wait! that was 2 years ago with the Whyte ave riots. Nothing says "i love my country" like getting drunk and destroying a small part of it! But isn't that the classic canadian way though? Everything we do seems to be alcohol fuelled. Not that i find anything wrong with that. If you know me, you know that i've been known to say "get drunk and do really really stupid things too". Meh, oh well, just as long as we're being patriotic while we wreck stuff.

Really i just wanted to be part of the revolution. Yeah yeah i'm jumping on the band wagon, but really what are any of you giong to do about it? Gonna come and beat me up? Well you probably could but thats a different story.

Anyways i'll keep updating this as much as i can, learning and feeling my way through this new medium.