Two stories I enjoyed from notalwaysright.com:
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Saturday, October 01, 2011
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
No higher than 23°C all week
An upside to this Lower Mainland summer: being able to go for a comfortable mid-afternoon one-hour-and-twenty-minute run next to Coquitlam River.
A downside to this Lower Mainland summer: not having any urge whatsoever to go tubing on said river.
Two weeks ago Biscotti was driving about two blocks away from our house when she had to swerve to avoid a black bear that ran across the road and into the woods. A few days later I was home alone and out the window I saw what looked like a big dog walking along the sidewalk across the street. I quickly realized that it was much larger than any dog I'd seen around here, and no owner had yet come into view, so up from the couch and away to the window I flew like a flash. It was a bear. It was definitely a big black bear. Biscotti says that the bear she saw was smallish, probably a cub, but the one I saw was quite large - yes, bigger than a breadbox - so we had to have seen different bears.
A downside to this Lower Mainland summer: not having any urge whatsoever to go tubing on said river.
Two weeks ago Biscotti was driving about two blocks away from our house when she had to swerve to avoid a black bear that ran across the road and into the woods. A few days later I was home alone and out the window I saw what looked like a big dog walking along the sidewalk across the street. I quickly realized that it was much larger than any dog I'd seen around here, and no owner had yet come into view, so up from the couch and away to the window I flew like a flash. It was a bear. It was definitely a big black bear. Biscotti says that the bear she saw was smallish, probably a cub, but the one I saw was quite large - yes, bigger than a breadbox - so we had to have seen different bears.
Labels:
bears,
Coquitlam River,
running
Saturday, July 09, 2011
missing
MISSING
poker
poker
last seen with friends many many months ago.
if you spot it please call me.
thanks.
if you spot it please call me.
thanks.
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
Shaq is funny
Basketball player Shaquille O'Neal retired from the NBA recently. He has always amused me, both on and off the court, and my favourite Shaq story is actually a story he told on one of the latenight talk shows (I can't remember which). Talking about his physical size and the size of his vehicle, he told the show's host that when he wants to go to a restaurant or shopping, there are rarely any parking spaces on that block that are large enough for him to park in. So what he does is park as close as he can, which is usually several blocks away, and then stands on a street corner. It doesn't take long for someone driving by to recognize him and subsequently ask for an autograph. Shaq tells them sure, but only if they drive him to where he wants to go! The autograph seeker is suddenly giving Shaq a ride in a vehicle that is probably much, much smaller than Shaq's vehicle. Fantastic.
Labels:
Shaq,
Shaquille O'Neal
Friday, May 20, 2011
Calmly call me
We moved into our new place just under two years ago. At one point since the move-in, we removed an ugly curtain that was covering an odd-shaped window in the living room. It's a vaulted ceiling, so the window is high up (above the wall-sized window) and in the shape of a triangle. The curtain removal was done because we planned on replacing it shortly thereafter with more functional and aesthetically pleasing blinds of some sort. We liked the idea of letting light in through that window, but wanted the option of not letting light in through that window, ya know?
With no window covering, there was also privacy issues. Because of the window's location, people on the sidewalk and/or road could look into our second floor. After procrastinating too long, and with summer fast approaching which means days staying lighter later, we finally made an appointment with Home Depot. Someone would come to our house, we'd chat with said someone about what we wanted, we'd say 'pimp our window', and everything would fall (up) into place. Or so we thought.
The appointment was for Tuesday, May 3, 2011. The day before she cancelled and rescheduled for Thursday the 5th. No big deal, we were both free that day; we both wanted to see what the options were and have input. We had already sent her the window's shape, measurements, and the style of blinds we were looking for - something vertical, dark, and probably solid wood, because when we want the light to be blocked, we want the light to be mothertrucking blocked.
She arrived on time and I mistook that as a good sign. Biscotti engaged her in the obligatory chitchat and that went on. And on. And on. I sat quietly, waiting for the topic of the visit's purpose to arise. It finally did, and she barely did anything. After quickly ascertaining that she wouldn't be able to get accurate measurements due to the window's elevated location (uhhh, we already sent you that), she did some rough guesstimations, found out what style we wanted, told us she'd now go suss out what our best options were for what the market has available, and she'd be in touch.
That was on Thursday, May 5, 2011. It is now past 10 p.m. on Friday, May 20, 2011. It has been two weeks and a day. We have not heard a thing. Monday is a holiday (Victoria Day!) which makes this the start of a long weekend. I doubt we'll hear anything before Tuesday, which will bring us to three weeks from our original cancelled appointment and 19 days from our actual appointment. A little help, Home Depot?
With no window covering, there was also privacy issues. Because of the window's location, people on the sidewalk and/or road could look into our second floor. After procrastinating too long, and with summer fast approaching which means days staying lighter later, we finally made an appointment with Home Depot. Someone would come to our house, we'd chat with said someone about what we wanted, we'd say 'pimp our window', and everything would fall (up) into place. Or so we thought.
The appointment was for Tuesday, May 3, 2011. The day before she cancelled and rescheduled for Thursday the 5th. No big deal, we were both free that day; we both wanted to see what the options were and have input. We had already sent her the window's shape, measurements, and the style of blinds we were looking for - something vertical, dark, and probably solid wood, because when we want the light to be blocked, we want the light to be mothertrucking blocked.
She arrived on time and I mistook that as a good sign. Biscotti engaged her in the obligatory chitchat and that went on. And on. And on. I sat quietly, waiting for the topic of the visit's purpose to arise. It finally did, and she barely did anything. After quickly ascertaining that she wouldn't be able to get accurate measurements due to the window's elevated location (uhhh, we already sent you that), she did some rough guesstimations, found out what style we wanted, told us she'd now go suss out what our best options were for what the market has available, and she'd be in touch.
That was on Thursday, May 5, 2011. It is now past 10 p.m. on Friday, May 20, 2011. It has been two weeks and a day. We have not heard a thing. Monday is a holiday (Victoria Day!) which makes this the start of a long weekend. I doubt we'll hear anything before Tuesday, which will bring us to three weeks from our original cancelled appointment and 19 days from our actual appointment. A little help, Home Depot?
Labels:
blinds,
curtains,
Home Depot,
not helping
Monday, April 11, 2011
I'd like to clean your face with my fists
Seriously? You're gonna make a verbal complaint about that? Let's recap. You entered and used a public bathroom. I repeat, a public bathroom. Some public bathrooms can be found in a less-than-appealing state, but this bathroom, at this time, was clean. The toilet was clean. The floor was clean. The walls were clean. Everything was clean. I presume you did your business then went to wash your hands. There was a bit of water on the counter around the sink. You then exit the bathroom and take the time to go out of your way to find a staff member to whom you remark, and I quote exactly, "the bathroom could use some attention". It's a public bathroom for crying out loud! You're a big boy - I think you can put up with a bit of water on the counter without making a fuss about it.
The staff member happened to be standing next to a boss who was being a dick about the exact same thing. The both of you can fuck off.
The staff member happened to be standing next to a boss who was being a dick about the exact same thing. The both of you can fuck off.
Saturday, April 09, 2011
run pizza hockey
This morning's run started out great. The weather was ideal for running and my body felt good, especially my legs, which have been a tad fatigued lately. About 15 minutes in, I started getting a bit warm. While the local temperature has been gradually increasing, it still seemed like wearing my running pants and long-sleeved shirt was the best option. No, too warm. But I could fight through that. However, at about the 30-minute mark my belly got punched. Yesterday evening at work I succumbed to my hunger and got two slices of pizza. I should've stuck with one, if any. Because at the 30-minute mark, those two slices hit me hard. Overheated and belly-punched by pizza, I couldn't continue, and for the first time in a long time I cut my run short. There are only eight more days - and three more runs - before the Sun Run happens, and I have a time-goal that I want to be under. Therefore, no more pizza before Sunday. Then, after the Sun Run, it can be a pizza-fest as I watch game three of the Canucks/Blackhawks series. Playoff hockey is just two sleeps away!
Labels:
pizza,
running,
Vancouver Sun Run
Monday, March 28, 2011
AC(C)EMMNSU = 8(9)
- Australia
- Canada
- England
- Malaysia
- Mexico
- New Zealand
- Scotland
- United States of America
Labels:
countries
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
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