I know that Charles Schwab is cutting out fridays as a cost cutting measure but man would I love to work there. Three day weekends would be my best friend. We could spend lots of time together. I think we would get along great.

On the way to work I was terrorized my a bus. The big bastard cam up too close to the side of the road causing the slushy goodness to be expelled in my direction. I am now sitting at work with soggy pants. This was not suppose to happen. I like being dry much better.

I know that things are not going to be better at work for a while. When I asked my boss about the state of things she said that I was only around for a few more months and that everyone else was in it for the long haul. This was not exactly confidence instilling. I think returning to my job was not the best decision. The only thing I am going to learn is the bureacracy of a large company.

I never realized how anal my roomate was. I simply put the phone cord on the otherside of the cupboard. Apparently that is not the right place because not it is on the otherside. Whoa, anal. Not that there is anything wrong with that.

Lazy thing of the day: The person in the cube beside me just called the person 2 cubes away from her. I could totally hear the conversation. She would speak and then the other cube would speak. Lazy, but very amusing.

Lately everytime I logon to a new site or use some shareware I am asked for my detials. The usual name and email address and password. Because I am getting tired of giving fake aliases I have resorted to mashing the keyboard. This ensures that the user-name is untaked and my password is impossible to guess since even I don't know it. If for some reason I ever lose these prefs I'l just go through the process again. It's much easier and I get to play with some poor company stats. There is probably some poor ass trying to figure out what ;lsa;a;lkjsg means.

After playing a good old game of MASH at dork.nu I have discovered that ...
I live in a Shack.
I married Emily. I drive a Expedition. The car is the color Midnight Blue. I live in the state Mass. I honeymooned is Hawii. My occupation is a CEO. I have this many kids: 4 (2 male; 2 female).

Today at 5 in the morning someone somewher decided that biotechnology is the best thing since sliced bread. Every new source I read today had some sort of feature on the subject. It was really weird, Why now?

The Torontonian pissed me off this morning. I was on the crowded subway car and this guy decided that he really wanted on the train. So he rammed his was in pushing everyone in front of him and undoubtedly pissing a lot of people off. I just don't understand people like that.

I have an unsuspecting feeling that I am going to be trapped into watching Survivor. It's all a trap, albeit an entertaing trap. It all starts with the entrancing theme music.

My mother got mad at me today during our weekly conversation. After saying that I had nothing else new to say to her about the week's events and that I had heard everything that had happened to my family she continued to rehash the weeks events. I wanted to end the conversation and told her so, her comback was to end it quickly. I hate it when people walk away (so to speak) angry.

I remember one of the million and one posts now. A bunch of people where up from California this week at my office and we went out with them for drinks and dinner. It wasn't until the whole you talk funny conversation that I noticed a new word that we say differenty. The one girl was going on about how "Toronto" was so clean etc and not what she expected, and as any good American she put her foot in her mouth a couple times with the dumb-ass ideas of what she was expecting. She even tried calling us canucks but fumbled that and called us canooks. Which was pretty funny.


Back to the new word we say differenty. We say Torono instead of Toronto. I never noticed that before.

I hate when companies make up dumb rules. I went to change my cell number now that I am back in Toronto I wanted a 416 area code number. I went to change the number and they guy said they was going to be a $25 charge for this, and that he noticed I have changed my number 5 times before and never been charged before. So I expained the whole coop thing. Then he made a comment that since I am changing the number and not the address there is no need (or something like that) for a new number and it would $25. Then I said "So, if I change the mailing address there will be no charge?" that shut him up and I once again got it for free. I am getting way better at getting stuff for free these days.

Walking home drunk last night I had a million and one things to post. I can't remember a single one of them now. That's the problem with good post ideas, they need to spewed on the page before they are lost. Damn the fact I am not beside a computer 24/7. Imagine if you were. It does happen though, ask anyone in Computer Science at the University of Waterloo.

Well, I think everything has been sorted out with the MSCI debacle that said I did not write the final exam. My prof emailed me back to say that out of all the 200+ scan-tron cards mine was the only one that got screwed up. Yeah me, something to proud of. He said he marked it and sent on the revisions. Of course he neglected to tell me how I did. I won't hold my breathe until I recieve notification of the changes though. I am sure there are many more obstacles to over come.

It scares me that Celine Dion having a baby makes the front page. Shouldn't it be buried somewhere else?

Strange thought of the day: When a chicken lays an egg does it ever break? I mean the hen is letting it go and it cracks leaving a trail of yolk go out of her. Do you think that ever happens?

Joke of the day: I went for lunch with a friend of mine today. I haven't seen her in a while and she occasionally read my blog in the past. Today she asked me if I had a thing for Tracy because of my chronicles of the ear piercing. I immediately laughed. (Sorry Tracy nothing against you) I always think it is funny when someone who doesn't know you too well and think you have a thing for your friends. It's an honest mistake I am sure. If you were ever to see me at a bar with my friends you would think I was dating all of them.

I slept through my alarm this morning making me an hour late for work. Good thing that nobody cares and my boss was in a meeting. Some days I guess I just have good timimg. I probably wouldn't have over slept had I been to bed earlier. Last night was a nice team meeting where you go for drinks, a fancy meal, drinks, and oh did I mention drinks? The nice thing is, it's all paid for by someone else. Drinking for free is always a nice thing.

I really hated school last term. I mean I really hated it. I hated my class, my profs and my house. Not the roommates though. Looking at my marks for the term I didn't really well for the amount of effort I put in. That being nothing. I managed to get the effort so pleasant "You may proceed" line on my report. I hope the next term is not as painful. I think school is starting to take it toll on me. I can't wait to be done.

You know how guys are into girl on girl action. Today I actually had a friend admit she found guy on guy action exciting. I think this definitely breaks the stereotype. We must alert the media. Women are just as twisted as us guys.

The reason I decided to buy a suit now and instead of later was because I was going to need it for a big all hands on deck meeting I have on Wednesday. Today I recieved the agenda where is says it will be business casual. D'oh!


I think I am at my wits end with the online training sessions. I think I may give up on the 575 points for the digital camera and aquire the 396 point DVD player. It doesn't matter, it's all a scam anyways. No matter what I get I have to pay income tax on, then gst and pst. All said and done you just getting a good deal. Just goes to show that nothing in life is free.

Sometimes when i wake up in the morning I wonder if I have betrayed myself while I was sleeping. Did I shout out things that should not be said, or worse things that I don't even know about. The things that are locked up in the sub-conscious. The fear develops over time as you know that you are not the most silent sleeper. Ocassionaly you say a word or a name, let out a yell, or violently move. The fear I guess is that you will sleep walk or something. Aren't think locked in the sub-conscious for a reason?

well, I have taken the time to update my site a bit. Hopefully by now it will look on macs and pc's. (If only they could live in harmony). I also added some stuff to the 12 o'clcock section. Feel free to look around and comment.


I wish I could have made it to the kegger. It's okay though. For some reason I feel like I am standing still in the road of life. I can't seem to go forward, back, left or right. Weekends like these give you time to figure out things. It's all about me time. I apologize to all the cool people I missed at the keg though.

Stupid UW screwed me over again. I recieved my marks in the mail yesterday and right beside MSCI 311 it said DNW. Damn school of course I wrote it. I could give you witnesses that I wrote it. Why would I not write an easy exam like that. Now I have to go through the pain of contacting a million people and get this removed from my record.

Some mornings my timing is way off and I never get to use the bathroom again. The only consequence is that I don't get to brush my teeth. This is not a good feeling. You can't wait because you have to go to work, but you want to brush your teeth and it is currently captive. The only solution I could think of was to buy some nice Dentyne Ice Cinnamon. It will keep felling fresh!

Be fore-warned. I may not go to the keg party. I am sure this will stir up trouble. I hate decisions that no matter what you do, you disappoint someone. What can you do though. In the end it is my choice, right?

Yesterday a scary thing happened. I went shopping. I went to play, and boy did I. The object I sought was a new power-suit.Not an ordinary one, the kind that turns heads and lasts for years and better have a good ROI. My attitide was that I needed one and if I was going to spend the money it better damn well fit me and fit me good. This is where the first complication came. I went to Harry Rosen. It is an exlusive (at least I will pretend it is) men's where store.


First off I should reiterate to you that I am a big guy. I am about 6 foot 6 and do not have a scrawny little bod. The only suits that came in my size that are not specifically tailored are made by Hugo Boss. Can we say money. I thought how bad could it be there is still after Christmas sales on. Of course not on the ones that I wanted.


After much deliberation and pain to my bank account I choose a black Hugo Boss suit. I figured I would get the most where out of it, and for how much I paid for it I want to be buried in it.(Mental note: tell family of wishes) There are some perks though. Firstly, it fits and that means a lot to me. Secondly the pants are lined in the front with silk, making them the most comfortable dress pants that I have ever worn. There are also other perks I am sure that I am not aware of yet, but when I am I will relay them to you.

This morning I almost killed myself shaving. This hasn't occured on a long time, but I look like someone tried to saw my neck off with a dull saw. The only thing I have to blame it on is really hard water. Is that possible. I was armed with a new razor, shaving cream and a freshly showered face. Hopefully I will have better luck next time.

I am still waiting patiently for DSL. Stupid buggers at Bell over sold the product or something like that. I have my modem etc but they do not have the hardware for there end. When I asked when they would have it they said they didn't now. I really hate it when I get screwed around. Give me a straight answer and I will leave you alone. The other thing that pisses me off is why would you launch a campaign to sell dsl with a month free if you can't handle the repsonse. You really should think. They could have sold it for a premium and made more money and the customers they did have would be happy instead of all the pissed off customers now. Next time they say thank-you for choosing bell I should say "I wasn't aware that I had a choice".
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This messgae of brought to you by a power outage in San Mateo. They turned off there servers so I can no longer do the training etc that I was. Too bad, that means get to leave early today. Nothing much is new excpet I have a new person in my apartment. My room-mates brother is satying for 3 weeks while the jump start there RESP selling careers. This should be very interesting. I don't think that I will last for more than 3 weeks though. It's not that I dislike the brother it just shifts the power in the house. Before it was even 1 to 1, now it is 2 to 1 and I am on the losing side. I think I will be spending lots if time in my room.

When I dream I have some really cool intellectual things that I say. Do you think they are real? Do they have an relevance to the situation at all. All I remember about last nights dream was I was telling someone about a property in apple seeds.



In a side note, I am pleased to announce that % of mac users on my site has risen 3 percent. I am very pleased. Don't mind me though it's just some psychotic thing me and another million or so people share.

I swear if I get another forward that says something funny will happen if you send it to 15 people in x ammount of time I will snap. The only funny thing that will happen is you sitting around waiting for something to happen. My advice to you. If it is worth sending on remove the shit on the bottom first.

Well, I think I am finally recovering from my Friday night psychotic drunken episode. We went downtown around 11 and didn't come back until 4:30. All sorts of interesting things happened. In the first bar they was the usual drink conversations about work, other people, sports etc. This is the stage where you are getting yourself piss drunk so you can go to the second bar.



In the second bar you start to spend money that you don't really remember. You drink and dance and drink and dance. During the whole ordeal you are trying to pick up. Just for fun of course because the chances are after all really really slim. You stay here until they close down. At this point you say goodbye to the less hardcore and move on to the 3rd bar.



The third bar is an after hours bar where you can still obtain alcohol illegally. Or at least this is what I have heard. It is probably not a good idea to go here if you are already so drunk that you can't figure out how to obtain said alcohol. You know several things. These include, grandma is around somewhere with her dufflebag of hooch. Your mission is to find her. We couldn't find her. All we could tell is that mickeys where showing up and we couln't find the resource. This means you are too drunk and should go home.



The trip home requires a cab and a nice cab driver. The kind of cabbie that will pull over so your friend can hack and spit out the door because she is so drunk that when you get home she will pass out on you floor fully dressed with contacts in and wake up at 9 in the morning to realize she can't open her eyes. This indicates that it will take you a weekend to successfully recover.

I have a feeling today is not going to be a good one. I forgot to set my alarm and slept in so I was laste for work. The sidewalks were all covered in ice so it took extra long to get to work. Plus the subway was delayed because of the crap weather. Maybe I am not suppose to be here today? Hmm, I should explore this idea.

I do my site on a Mac. I went and looked at it on a PC. It looks totally different. I'll have to fix it for you all. In due time though.

Another subway story: There was a mouse on the train. The train may have been the mouse's house. The house moved and the mouse moved. The mouse moved over to the girl. The girl spazzed out. The mouse ran around the house. The girl ran around the mouse. Everyone in the train laughed at the girl and smiled at the mouse.

Being a co-op at my new company sucks. Siebel treats coops like we are the scourge of the workforce (am I using my words right). It took me 5 days to get on the sytem and once I did everything was severely disabled. I liked Janna much better, I was treated like a full-fledged employee. Siebel treats me like they cannot trust me. This does not make me want to come back.

Help, I think I am getting repetive stress injuries from all this data entry!

Riding can be highly entertaing. Everyday I get to watch people as they try to catch the train on time. There are several types of catchers though. There is that person that hears the train when the come in the door and make the mad dash. The funny thing is that everyone knows that they won't make it in time so we laugh and get out of there way. Then there is the sly catcher. The walk fast to the door and as the door closes the just slip in. Then there is the forceful type. They push and pull to get on the train. I have even seen a mother get on the train and have to pull her child in really quickly otherwise they would be seperated or the child would have been squished.

Why are these people so impatient anyway. They should slow down. They'll get there just as fast.

I have a new found sympathy for those that have to do data entry. Since everyone is gone in Cali I was wrangled to do some data entry. I have done it for 3 hours now and I really hate it. I hopt there isn't too much of it for me tomorrow.

Have you ever seen Fight Club. If so remember when they were talking about exit procedures in planes and they were depicted all wrong. Well, the same thing it true for subway exit procedures. I was reading them last night. They would have you believe that everything is clear as day in the tunnels when you walk through them to the nearest exit. Who do they think they are kidding. Oh well, now I have something to laugh at when I am on my way to and from work.

How much pain would I be setting myself up for by trying for a girl on the rebound. When i say rebound, I mean you can still here the elastic sort of rebound?

During lunch yesterday we were talking to the bartender. He was panicing because his car was stolen. Actually it was his mothers. He was dreading to tell her, and I could understand. I could just imagine what my mother would say. She would make you feel guilty first and then say that it was probably my fault for not doing something. Just as we are leaving he was laughing. His mother had picked uup the car 2 hours ago and left a message woth someone. Poor guy, if only he had gotten the messgae. The moral of the story is give someone a break, relay the message.

Well, I guess I am really doing my first full day of work today. It is taking some getting used to. There are some many people around and all I have been hearing for a while is someone going "one, two, three, go" I wonder what they are up to. It looks like it will be a couple of boring days while I watch for a user id etc. I get to spend the day reading self explainatory things. Yeah reading!

Last night we went an saw Traffic. It was one of those movies that when I left I couldn't tell you if I liked it ot not. I didn't not like it, but I I didn't think it was great also. My only advice is that it is not a full price movie. It's more of a Tuesday night special.

I have thought of so many things to relay to the outside world over the last few days. I am sure you are all wondering where I was. If not, tough luck I am going to tell you anyways. I moved up to TO (toronto for those of you that don't know) on Thursday to start work on Friday (I know, i explain why later). The apartment is pretty cool. It has several high points. It's on the 21st floor, the cleanest place I have ever lived (that means no rodents or cockroaches) and the toliet flushes with authority (no more of that lingering in the john waiting on the second or third flush).



So I tackled work on Friday doing my usual dumb thing of the day. I was waiting for a train in the Yonge and Finch station. I was really confused and couldn't figure which car to take. The one I wanted goes south but when it cam in it was going North, so I got on anyways and it worked out fine. It wasn't until later that the light swicthed on and said 'yo dough head, it's the last stop all the trains go south from there'.



So i made it to work where everyone was glad to see me (I wouldn't have it any other way). Then my boss came and we chatted about what I would be doing this term. I was kind of bummed that I was going back before because all of the jobs I was going to be doing had vanished because the company had been acquired. It turned out to be pretty good, last term I was part of the business development plan for the company and now this year I get to be part of the marketing plan development for our division in the company. First idea that came to mind was to divy the 6 mil up 4 ways and scram. So I think this should end up being another good term for me. The one shitty thing is that everyone in my dept is heading up to San Francisco for 2 weeks for training while I get to gold down the fort and do online training. Maybe I will get to go later. I hope.




In a side note our loyal shitting mouse friend mousy died. The people in my forming abode the Crackhouse I am sure will miss the lovely smell of shit when using the oven.

I am so pleased that everything is working again at blogger. Although I didn;t contribute anything because I fall under the poor university student category I commend those that did. I treat it like a Christmas present and cherish it forever.

Well, let's see if it works today. If it does you will be able to see this.


When we were in the 1900's we pronounced the year as nineteen - whatever. Now that we are in the 2000's what it going to happen. Will it be twenty-whatever or will people actually say the whole thing. I was just wondering.

Well, a new year a new format for the site. If you are wondering why the change, here is the answer.

• A like the new design better, and i like change


• I have been told that the site doesn't match well with the name. I am not to sure that this is better, but it is darker if you like that sort of thing

Sorry to those of you that do not like change. Hopefully you can forgive me.

I feel your pain. I have watched a marathon of the real world yesterday. After watching it long enough I wanted to be on one of those shows. Life seems more interesting when you are on a show.