I don't know, I'm still not entirely convinced. Regardless of the reassuring nice nice. If your head started to move southward wouldn't the rest of your body at some point?

I don't know what the "thinking" is precisely, but I think it will mean that my resume had better be up to date pretty soon. Just maybe there won't be a dodgeball team to be picked for after this go round.

I suspect that someone who is going to Victoria to make Baby Jesus cry is putting crappy mp3's onto my 'puter.

Mike D on the mic says I'm not blogging enough...

Will September ever end? Or will it keep throwing cruel jokes at me for an eternity?

You know there's very little in the world that's more disappointing than getting a cool and refreshing Dr. Pepper Slurpee at 7-11, then taking your first sip expecting that delicious flavour only to discover that it's not Dr. Pepper at all but Root Beer.

Ever get that feeling in your bones to fall on the floor and roll around the office? Or even to hide under you desk for awhile?

If only I could kick heroin, special K, and monkey fur.

Today I gave up crack, sniffing glue, cat tranquilizers, and aspirin filler. Just to make my co-workers' lives easier.

And speaking of scary, have you seen the mascots for this year's Olympics? Not as overtly stupid as Altanta's Izzy the Whatisit or cutey-pie lame like Calgary's Howdy as Hidy but who are the freakin' ad-wizards behind this?

There can't be too many things more terrifying in the world than a demented gnome. Especially ones with crazy-ass blue hair.

It's such a magical feeling to get up at 1:00 am to clean up little cat turds about the house.

Since a new hockey season is upon us, I have a sports related question.
 
Let's say a player was maybe centering the 2nd line. And this player seems to have good stats, takes some key draws, occasionally plays the point on the powerplay, is a solid 2 way player. He's not the star on the first line so he doesn't expect the million dollar salary or Nike endorsements. But I wonder what his thoughts would be if he knew he wasn't being payed as much as the defensemen and wingers on his line or even players lower in the lineup who don't get as much icetime. If he wanted equal pay as them is it greed or is it the hope that the organization would see his contributions to the team as being just as valuable as the other players? I'm betting on the latter.

I guess I could start collecting bottles to augment my salary.

I keep looking at that piece of paper and trying to will more numbers on it.

If someone you didn't necessarily want to work for offered you signicantly more money, should you take the cash? Or would that impact negatively upon your Karma? But could taking that position possibly lead to better things that would offset the bad karma?
 
Could of. Would of. Should of.
 
P.S. Note to self: don't look at bank statement for a while. Oh yeah be mercenary in your career blah blah blah.

Okay, I know I've yet again redesigned the site. I know it probably isn't fully compatible at the moment and I know it plays poorly on a small monitor.....but isn't it more fun when it's completely fucked up.
 
I hear the world is now complete anyway (read the log http://members.home.net/yajirobe/unobutt.htm).

Barenaked Ladies.....can't someone please stop them from recording again!

You know, one of the great thrills of having a cat with bowel problems is the nugget suprise. I was cleaning the house and discovered a rather large nugget in the closet sitting on top of my black Dockers. It was all dry and hard but sure enough that wonderful aroma of anal glands permiated the fabrics where it lay.
 
Here's another helpful hint: Outright's Veterinary Strength Stain and Odor Remover.

Got a new prescription for my glasses today. It's giving me motion sickness.

I came home last night to the smell of cat urine. However, after searching the house and cleaning the litterboxes, I came up emptyhanded in my quest for puddles or piles. After a few tense moments I thought it must be some wierd smell from the neighbour's kitchen and so I settled down with my good friend TV to finish off an otherwise relaxing day.
Dozing off while watching the Simpsons, I was suddenly awoken by the patter of a cat hurdling up the stairs - something was afoot. Quickly, I scanned the room. Pushkin was sleeping in the far chair so he was clean - Bronte must be doing something. Then I spotted it, 2 fresh nuggets at the foot of the couch....wait there's more....one nugget on the couch's arm. I realised I had been napping with feces mere inches from my head.

Came home to 2 huge piles of puke from Bronte. I'm already feeling questionable myself from the Benedict Omelette I had earlier at Smitty's.
 
Just a handy note for hardwood floors, wipe vomit with the grain.