Monday, February 23, 2004
For when there's nothing better to post about.
I think my blogging is catching up to me in order to bite me in the ass. I'm running out of things to talk about. Considering that most of my day consists of work that I can't talk about and the bus, I'm not too surprised. I'll be damned if that stops me though. One of the fun things about the internet is that you can just spout off about things far too mundane for normal expression. Like doing a full-blown epic war novel about the conflict of feeding the cat or something. Not that I would ever try that. No, not me. Never.
In Ontario
In Ontario, a great many things are different from out west. Like the whole salt on the roads thing, or the Beer store. One of these differences is the produce. In Alberta, it is rare to get good corn, and next to unheard of to get it winter. In Ontario, however, I can buy corn in February, like I did this weekend. It didn't suck either. This pleases me to no end, since I am a big corn fan (not so much Korn, though...). For one, it's tasty, and for another, not too filling. There really isn't a lot in corn, other than some fiber and the bits that get stuck in your teeth. As such, it's hard to rationalize not eating corn when you have the chance, and as I have discovered, I have the chance quite often. Something tells me it will slowly crawl it's way into the "staple food" slot in my apartment, along with Shake'n'Bake and spaghetti. A portent of doom? Perhaps.
There was a recent Queen of Wands a while ago that was about kids' cereal. I think Aerie's right. Those guys are insane, but I think there's another part just as insidious. Other than the mentioned mental illnesses, most of them are quite short. I mean, all these kids trying to get to the cereal, can usually look at their beloved cereal pals in the eye. This leads me to believe that the government is putting something in the cereal to keep the population short. Why would they do this, I ask myself, and to be frank, I don't really know. I only hope that there isn't some secret consipiracy pushing towards a New World Order where the norm is to be a wee one. I mean, I know I'm only 6' tall, but perhaps I had layed off of the Reeses' Peanut Butter Crunch, or the Alpha-Bits, I might have been the next Shaq! On the other hand, I probably would not be eating the Lucky Charms I am currently enjoying in the morning right now. This is a very agonizing decision, and I'm still torn. I think the best course of action is to not worry about it and move on.
Now with pepper!
Interesting little site here about a small case involving a driver's license. It would be comforting to know that I don't live in the nation that shares the world's longest unprotected border with a police state, and I think anyone living in said potential police state would probable agree. Maybe the cop was just on meth or something and wigged out for no reason, since I sure can't think of any reason why you would need to demand photo ID of somebody at random. I think the case goes to court soonish, so if I remember, I might keep an eye/ear/nose out.
Ah yes, the rantings of a lunatic. Thankfully, it's not me. No, if you actually read this site (although it's so poorly made, I wonder why anyone would) apparantly the US government puts little machines into peoples' ears at birth to make them capable of being mind-controlled. I guess there's proof of this somewhere, but you'll really have to go digging for yourself. I only report what I know based on the account of a friend of mine, and I haven't really read it myself. No further comment.
Since 3 be the number of the counting, the number of the sites shalt be 3. Bush going commando and gunning down terrorists is vogue these days, so it stands to reason that a flash cartoon/game be made. Somewhat fun, but I can't make it past the 3rd level. Maybe you aren't supposed to.
Concluding our little tete-a-tete tonight, I think I shall play some Gunbound or maybe some Jak 2, and then go to bed. I was a complete zombie at work today, and I don't really want to be so again tomorrow. ¶ 5:58 p.m.
I think my blogging is catching up to me in order to bite me in the ass. I'm running out of things to talk about. Considering that most of my day consists of work that I can't talk about and the bus, I'm not too surprised. I'll be damned if that stops me though. One of the fun things about the internet is that you can just spout off about things far too mundane for normal expression. Like doing a full-blown epic war novel about the conflict of feeding the cat or something. Not that I would ever try that. No, not me. Never.
In Ontario
In Ontario, a great many things are different from out west. Like the whole salt on the roads thing, or the Beer store. One of these differences is the produce. In Alberta, it is rare to get good corn, and next to unheard of to get it winter. In Ontario, however, I can buy corn in February, like I did this weekend. It didn't suck either. This pleases me to no end, since I am a big corn fan (not so much Korn, though...). For one, it's tasty, and for another, not too filling. There really isn't a lot in corn, other than some fiber and the bits that get stuck in your teeth. As such, it's hard to rationalize not eating corn when you have the chance, and as I have discovered, I have the chance quite often. Something tells me it will slowly crawl it's way into the "staple food" slot in my apartment, along with Shake'n'Bake and spaghetti. A portent of doom? Perhaps.
There was a recent Queen of Wands a while ago that was about kids' cereal. I think Aerie's right. Those guys are insane, but I think there's another part just as insidious. Other than the mentioned mental illnesses, most of them are quite short. I mean, all these kids trying to get to the cereal, can usually look at their beloved cereal pals in the eye. This leads me to believe that the government is putting something in the cereal to keep the population short. Why would they do this, I ask myself, and to be frank, I don't really know. I only hope that there isn't some secret consipiracy pushing towards a New World Order where the norm is to be a wee one. I mean, I know I'm only 6' tall, but perhaps I had layed off of the Reeses' Peanut Butter Crunch, or the Alpha-Bits, I might have been the next Shaq! On the other hand, I probably would not be eating the Lucky Charms I am currently enjoying in the morning right now. This is a very agonizing decision, and I'm still torn. I think the best course of action is to not worry about it and move on.
Now with pepper!
Interesting little site here about a small case involving a driver's license. It would be comforting to know that I don't live in the nation that shares the world's longest unprotected border with a police state, and I think anyone living in said potential police state would probable agree. Maybe the cop was just on meth or something and wigged out for no reason, since I sure can't think of any reason why you would need to demand photo ID of somebody at random. I think the case goes to court soonish, so if I remember, I might keep an eye/ear/nose out.
Ah yes, the rantings of a lunatic. Thankfully, it's not me. No, if you actually read this site (although it's so poorly made, I wonder why anyone would) apparantly the US government puts little machines into peoples' ears at birth to make them capable of being mind-controlled. I guess there's proof of this somewhere, but you'll really have to go digging for yourself. I only report what I know based on the account of a friend of mine, and I haven't really read it myself. No further comment.
Since 3 be the number of the counting, the number of the sites shalt be 3. Bush going commando and gunning down terrorists is vogue these days, so it stands to reason that a flash cartoon/game be made. Somewhat fun, but I can't make it past the 3rd level. Maybe you aren't supposed to.
Concluding our little tete-a-tete tonight, I think I shall play some Gunbound or maybe some Jak 2, and then go to bed. I was a complete zombie at work today, and I don't really want to be so again tomorrow. ¶ 5:58 p.m.
