Today's posts are brought to you by the letter O.

Opium is O, 'cause it's oh so delightful--

the poppy's your friend but the dragon is frightful.

You eat, drink or smoke it to achieve Zen--

this drug's so beloved it's got its own den!

I don't think that's possible.



Good thing I don't have to give up anything for lent. One year I tried just to see, so I gave up candy. The whole time I cheated by creating loop holes.

People are really weird sometimes. Did you ever notice that when people really really really need to talk they just blurt things out?



Last week I was just walking and shooting the shit, and my one friend just turns to me and tells me that she just broke up with her boyfriend of 5 years. It totally came out of no where, but I think I understand why people blurt these things out. After thinking about issues and all the midnight inferno sessions you have with your thoughts, your thoughts eventually consume you. The eat you up inside until finally you just have to expel them.



Sometimes this expelling is done best to a friend or a complete stranger if you need a sounding board. I have found myself in both situations in the last 6 months and the same question is always asked of me. "What should I do?", too bad it's not as simple as letting me tell you what to do. If the world where run that way I can tell you right now things would be different. But, in a good way. I promise.

Today's posts are brought to you by the letter C.

C is for Coke, which you snort up your nostril,

or it could be for Crack, if you like your high hostile.

You can shoot this junk up if you can't stand the wait,

but don't trip this trap, this stuff's powerful bait!

New picture, new letter, new song make a new site. The pic is an old one from some formal I went to in first year. It was a lot of fun and some how boa's gravitate to me. The new song is the Matthew Good Band - Running for Home (available on the side bar). Just feels like the song I want to sing along with today. Here are the lyrics.

They beam things into your head

the ghosts of your pleasure and contempt

when we were liars things were seamless

when we were wired the world was like a secret

i close my eyes now and i scream

i turn the light on and there's nothing left redeeming

i saw your face before it changed

the gun it makes you look nicer in a bad way



so low for how high?



well it's too late tonight

and i'm sure you're right

as low for how high



and after this there's just the circus

and every morning you carnie heart stops workin

it gets tight in there sometimes

looking for the defects, talking like it's a reflex

i close my mouth now and i scream

i open the door and there's nothing left redeeming

i saw your face before the rough

you should wait around awhile cause your body's bound to turn up



so low for how high?

well it's too late tonight

and i'm sure you're right

as low for how high

There doesn't seem to be too much of anything going these last few days. Nothing worth linking to at least and even if there was, someone else would have beat me to it.



Is there too much competition among bloggers? Perhaps there is. If any of the other thousands of sites have similar goals to mine, than they each want as many hits and visitors as possible. We want the validation that what we are doing matters. I think this stirs a whole pot of emotions. You feel rechecked if people don't link to you, hurt if they stop linking to you and very excited if someone links to you.



Is that really the right goal for a site? Maybe for some. I am pretty sure that netauthority.org is a big hoax looking for tons of hits. Hence why I am not linking to it. If this is all people want then blogs are going to turn into tabloids that get the quick read but leaves the reader with nothing more.



Shouldn't we strive for quality over quantity?

Today's posts are brought to you by the letter S.

S stands for 'Shrooms, the mystical fungus,

first sampled by witches and shamans among us.

They must have been brave, to turn coprophagic,

just for a taste of that old black magic.

Since I didn't actually post anything yesterday I guess I have no choice but to recycle the letter M. I told you it would take me more than 26 days.



Even though I got no work done yesterday it was sort of productive. I had school all day and then we were shooting a film at night and then a small little birthday party. The film is pretty cool, it has been so long since I have done anything like it.



I have this one scene where I am staring down the bad boy but we kept on laughing. We would slowly get closer to one another and I am taller than him so I felt like I was towering over him. Then we would get the nasty looks out adn they were way too intense. The whole time we were trying not to laugh because it's funny to us but I guess our faces look like we are trying not to laugh so then all of a sudden everyone just bursts out laughing. Isn't that kind of the laughter the best. Way better than when people are laughing at you.

Today's posts are brought to you by the letter M.

M is for Methedrine, also called crank,

you'll feel like a shell fired out of a tank.

It's a smash with hog ridin' bikers and truckers

they make it to sell, to suburban suckers.

Since I am not actually seeing the pride parade in Toronto this year like I did last year when I was living downtown, I am going to tell you about my first parade.

I come from a small town and my parents are religious so they don't really have anything positive to say about the gay culture. My father thinks that all gay people should be shipped off to some island. I once told a gay friend that and he wasn't offended at all. He thought it sounded like it could be quite fun. So you get the point. I grew up in a bubble and the UW campus is no better.



So 3 summers ago I was hanging around with my friend and we were roaming around downtown and we hear some honking so we look up and there is a transport trailer going by with a bunch of fairies on it. They were literally fairies. About 20 or so sculpted bodies in spandex and glitter and fairy wings. It was quite the site to see. So me and my friend put two and two together and decided to go see some of the parade. For the most part the parade looked fun but there was a few things I just don't like to see, old men were only small strategic pieces of leather and chains.

Today's posts are brought to you by the letter H.

H is for Heroin, a.k.a. Horse --

but don't ride this pony, unless that's of course

you fancy bad teeth and transclucent skin--

you'll go out in style, 'cause heroin chic's "in"!

It has been a wonderful sunny summer that day that started out with a bit of a jump. I woke up liesurely at 10:30 this morning just in time to pick up the phone and figure out where my Dad was. He was in a car accident on the highway and I had no clue what happened or if he was okay. All I was told was to go to some address and pick him up. In short, he is fine and only has a bump on his knee and the delivery van was totalled.



Tonight has been much better, my parents have gone away so I have been able to enjoy the nice summer night. Like Matt, I wish that I had a digital camera. Every thing that I looked at seemed like it should be in a photograph. Sometimes things just can't be describes, only felt.

Today's posts are brought to you by the letter U.

Uppers are U, a rainbow of pills,

a handful of these and you're amped to the gills.

But beware of what these amphetamines do,

are you chasing the carrot or is it chasing you?

If I put in sub-average effort into school and pull off average marks does that make me above average? I wonder what school would be like if I did the work I was suppose to, but then I think that wouldn't be very much fun.

It seems as though there is nothing really interesting going on these days to report. Has the world found itself to be in a bit of funk? I know I am. This week has been very blah and I am glad that it is finally over. I did have good nights out at the bar, but the days have been long and boring. Now that I don't have cable I am going to have to find something else to do and really, I am not going to do more school work than I have to. Any suggestions on how I can pass the time?

Today's posts are brought to you by the letter Q.

Q is for Quaaludes, they make you numb,

hit walls and take falls and in general act dumb.

In the free-loving '70s 'lude sex was funky,

if you weren't too doped up to go spank your monkey.

Meg's tales of flatmate (roommate) hell are right on the money. Check out story #1 if you have problems splitting up the bills and story #2 if you have that chair everyone wants to sit in. I am glad to say that I never have had any major problems with people I live with. The biggest fights in the past had to mostly do with dishes and no one really said anything. Instead there was a cold war fuelled by notes and pictures of ants.

Today's posts are brought to you by the letter J.

J is for Java -- the drink not the place,

it's packed with caffeine to pick up the pace.

Great with glazed donuts is what most cops think,

Perhaps that's the reason it's still legal to drink!

I love live music. It's the best kind and it kick's the ass of any recording. Live music is how an artist can prove themselves. Some of those big produced acts can't perform live worth shit. They can't convey a single emotion to the audience. They can't make me like them.



I love the artist who makes me feel. When they sing about pain I can see it in their face. There is a connection formed during a live performance that never happens when listening to a CD. I can see something in the artist that I wouldn't have otherwise because their music is expressing it to me. Their music is so personal that it is a priviledge to hear it.



These types of performances don't occur often but when they do you can become quite smitten. In my first year at UW I went to a Spirit of the West concert and Dayna Manning was opening for them. For some reason I loved her instantly. The way she couldn't bear to open her eyes while she sang because it was to painful and the mischeivious looks she gave as she sang some lyrics. Right away I went up and talked with her. She was really quite nice. What ever happened to her? I have no idea she only ever realeased one album. Maybe it was so personal that she couldn't do it anymore.

I was just going through my ABC book of Drugs (it was gift, and I am in no way encouraging the use of drugs). Anyway, I was going through the pages and laughing to myself and then I thought why should I have all the fun. So for the next 26 or so days my site will be sponsored by a letter. Today's letter is G.

G is for Grass, some say weed, some say pot,

some use it for "medical reasons" -- some not.

Eaten in brownies or rolled in a joint,

You could go get a job, but, hey, what's the point?

They were in Sumatra. This is the new installment at emergency exit. I love the whole concept of travelling with these 2 people. It's a good way to gain some insight into the culture. It's not really the same as reading brochures about these places, I hope this has more of a rounded perspective.

I hate how money rules the world and especially how it rules me. Money is this hideous thing that always seems to be stopping me from doing what I want. I wish I could do away with it or at least stop caring about it, but I can't.



Every once in a while I try to adopt this attitude that it's just money, how much of a debt can I really rack up in a couple of months, I can pay it back soon enought once I am working. This attitude is always short lived once I realize how much I can spend in a week if I didn't stop myself.



Can I be happy without money?

I went and saw Tomb Raider the other day and really, I don't understand why all the reviews say their was no plot (must be the same people who thought Pearl Harbour was a good movie when it was really a rehash of Titanic). I totally new what was going on at all times. Maybe there were a few unessesary scenes but one of them was for t'n'a purposes and the other sort of helped character development.



Anyway, you get what you expect. It were looking for something fun and entertaininh you would have enjoyed it. If you were looking for an Oscar Winner, you should have looked elsewhere.

Some people seem to have no luck at all. In the past I have discussed my belief that I live some sort of charmed life and I wish that I could share it with some people. I found out today that my friend has lost 2 friends in a car accident. I feel like this person has suffered through their fair share of pain if not more.



Why is that some people lead very painful lives and others lead joyful ones?

I have jealousy issues.

A new song for you in the Music Download section on the left. All last week I just couldn't get this song out my head for some reason. I think it was because someone had constantly sang a riff from it. Anyway I didn't bother looking for the lyrics for Bow Wow Wow's - I want Candy instead I want you to tell me what you think Candy is?

Sometimes I really do have the most inappropriate thoughts. I was in church with the rest of my family like every weekend when I go home. The church has a children's message and all the little kiddies come up front so their parents can show them off. Some parents want to do this so badly that they bring their child up to the front kicking and sceaming. Then one of the children will stand up and wave or say something and everyone gets a chuckle at how cute that was. If the congregation is really lucky some poor little girl will start playing with her dress and put it over her head. That seems to be a sure crowd pleaser.



Anyway, this morning the children's message had to do with Father's Day and how we should be thankful etc ... Then she told all the kids how lucky that they were to have two fathers and then asked if they knew who their other father was. When she said this all I could hear her saying was "who's your daddy?", I wanted to laugh but I couldn't because that would be inappropriate and I would have to explain myself and really, I don't think my parents would get the joke.

Last night I suffered a terrible bout of midnight inferno. I wanted to tell the stupid birds outside my window to shut up. I really wanted to just stop thinking and go to sleep but I couldn't. I kept evaluating what I would do once I received my job ranking today and which job I would choose.



The decision was far easier than I anticipated. The cocky co-op inside of me got ahead of itself and assumed (made me believe) that every good interview would end up in a ranking or an offer, that a call to verify that I am still interested in the job would end in a job offer instead of the not ranked it became.



I was so sure that I would be able to break into a new field with my oustanding work record but I guess they decided to go with those with the experience. I just want to know why. I hate rejection.



I did get an offer and it looks like I will remain in Waterloo.

I have so many things to say but here isn't the place to air dirty laundry. It's just enough to know that every once in a while people go through phases. People morph from one thing to another. We find ourselves in challenging situations that we must overcome, and in the end we will have learned something that will help us next time. People are dynamic and we should respect that.

I just had the shit scared out of me. Someone left a message at my friends house, not a number that I would ever give out. The message said it was an emergency and to call this number and give some code that started with F as in Frank. This set off the panic button for me because I starting thinking that something had happened to my father, Frank, and they had been unable to get a hold of me so they called that number. (There are several reasons why this could not be true but the though only occured for a second).



So I call the number and it's a freakin collection agency. Rogers had not recieved the last cable payment for the Crackhouse (which tracy had promptly mailed). It's all good now but I was worried that it would go on my "permanent record". You know the kind that haunts you when you are older and wiser.

The english language is pretty messed up and that goes doubly when it comes to any sort of online communcation. Really, there is just so much that can go wrong. You write one thing and it is totally percieved as another. I get in trouble all the time. I also don't know how many times that I have gotten lost in the many instant message conversations that I have that. I have to constantly look at the history just to figure what the hell I am talk.



Then there are other nuances of online communication to worry about. All CAPS means your shouting, numerous emoticons to remember and then you have to deal with several forms of punctuation.



It can be fun also. You can change innocent sentences such as, (CS is not fun. I don't know who would want to take it) to (CS IS NOT FUN. I don't know who would want to take it) or (CS is not fun. I don't know "who" would want to take it). This game can become extremely fun with certains words that possess sexual connotations, "you" know the "ones" I am talking about. ;o)

Tempers boil over at reality TV show after lofters cop to urine-in-cake prank The producers are getting all worked up and saying words like integrity. I love the last quote "It's TV - what do you expect?"she said. "Are we talking about some quotient of truth - something that's deeply meaningful? I don't think so."

The thrill of the chase is a new story on caught in a lie. I can even relate to it. Except the whole hunting down men thing, I'd rather stalk women.

Mohawk anyone? I thought not. But then again maybe. Who knows.



I have this midterm in my popular music class tonight and I spent much of the night studying for it. So I thought I would share some of my vast knowledge (compared to some people) with you. There are 3 main functions of music according to my prof., 2 that we should know and one that he didn't feel like telling us.



The first is that music connects the inner and outer self. I think this is why people listen to depressing music when they are sad and why girls listen to Alanis Morisette when they break up with their boyfriends.



The second is that music marks the passage of time, which is why when I hear certain songs such as semi-charmed life by third eye blind I can picture myself in my last year of highschool sitting in the computer lab working on my project (ultimate-death pong if you were wondering, i even got an A).



I kind of wish he had said what the third function of music was? Anyone have any idea? Perhaps it is something simple like pleasure.

I wish I was still in bed like I was all last weekend. It was a lot more fun. Now I am stuck right in the middle of my hell week. I have 3 midterms, 3 interviews, a quiz and an assignment that is worth 10%. If only I could manipulate my way out of these like so many other things.



Manipulation is fun but where do I draw the line? I flirt to get better service and more free alcohol samples, I lead group discussions so I can assign myself to work with the person of my choice, and how many times have I told people in an interview exactly what they wanted to hear.

I'm sure you're only dreaming

You're only juggling with my mind

While I feel more and more like screaming

For the scar you left behind

I'm sure you're only dreaming

I'm sure we're just a part

Of what the lucky man believes in

I'm sure you know this song by heart

You're only dreaming, I think I can hear you talk

You're only dreaming, I think I can hear you say, "shut up"

You're only dreaming, I hope your dream is in me

You're only dreaming you're free

You will show up while I'm dreaming

Out of nowhere cross my way

You will ask me not to scream and

You will smile and you will say, "dear friend,

You're only dreaming, I think I can hear you talk

You're only dreaming, I think I can hear you say, "shut up"

You're only dreaming, I hope your dream is in me

You're only dreaming you're free

You're only dreaming

You're only dreaming

You're only dreaming, dreaming...

You're only dreaming

You're only dreaming

You're only dreaming, dreaming..."



K's choice. On the left, it's your choice.

My Shoe Size? It'll Cost You, I hope the site she has built has some effect. It would be good to see some of the power shift to the consumer. It bothers me that others are profiting from my personal information and I am not seeing a cent of it. Share the wealth people.

A piece of meat is a piece of meat. An object, juicy and succulent. Aren't these compliments? What happened to the days when people were less obvious when they checked out the merchandise? Now everyone is all hands on.



I use to walk down the street in peace. Now I have to put up with girls ahead of me taking turns to look at me. There is a time and place for the leer but is the street it? Shouldn't it be saved for the confines of the bars?



Times are changing and the tables have turned. Guys have become the prey and women hunters. Especially drunk women. I can distinctly recall several times where a tribe of women on the dance floor move in for the kill. Next thing I know my ass has been "researched" for some intelligence mission.



The question is what do we do to combat this turn of events. The options are slim and risky, men after all need some of this attention. We need to nip the problem in the bud. That's right, the 12 year girls must be stopped. Their cheers and giggles are killing us.

So I Summerfested last night and found myself witness to strange, funny and wonderful things.



I was in this place that not a lot of people can get to. A place between sober and drunk that requires precise timing of alcohol consumption. I am actually quite proud of myself, I am capable of complex thoughts after a Summerfest event. This hasn't happened in a long time.



The strange thing was that everyone was all gropey. They had been handing out candy necklesses causing an open season for everyone to start nibbling on necks. It made everyone a little randy.



The funny thing was watching people get busted for smoking pot. First you could smell it. Then you could see security try to pinpoint the culrpits by walking around and inhaling deeply.



The wonderful thing was the people. These big events turn into reunions. Everyone gets caught up in the fact that it has been so long since they have seen each other. A general concern and nostalgia is created and everyone can just sit back with a beer and feel the warmth.

I have so much work to do. Next week I have 3 midterms, an AI assignment and a DB quiz. You would think that I would be working on them all this weekend but the weather is too nice and my urge to drink is too strong. Tonight I Summerfest!

So another dream to file in the "he can't be as crazy as it sounds" category.



I dreamt that I was on a bus with Britney Spears and Rosie O'Donnell. We were on our way to the Northwest Territories for who know why. Anyway, Rosie kept scratching off people scabs for some reason (she must have some sort of mental disorder) and Britney was very excited about sandwiches that she had made and kept offering them to people.



What do you think it all means?

Some new magazines that I haven't had a chance to read yet are Blender and the Shift.



Blender is brought to us by the same powerhouse as Maxim so it must be good. Just check out the nice picture of Janet Jackson on the cover. The site has nothing really interesting on it yet. Probably another month or so until they publish the print articles on it.



The other magazine, Shift, is all about digital culture or what ever you believe that to be. I have an issue before they went on hiatus and I found it pretty interesting. Hopefully this issue is just as good. I scoped out the shift list and blogger made 6.

Too much chatter people.

Simmer down now.

You are becoming those people, is that what you want?



I thought not.

Harry Potter and Capitalism is an article on the Barbelith Webzine. (yes i stole this link from tom). Anyway, I have read all the Harry Potter books and find them entertaining and the little kids like them. So what if it is unrealistic, last time I checked the books were still fictional, as in not real. Who cares if someone writes an unrealistic book. The book is meant for entertainment not education.



But of course, everyone is entitled to their own opinion.

The phone rings and Tracy tells me that Emily is on the phone. So what do I do? I pick up the phone and give an enthusiastic "what's up be-otch" as my greeting. The only problem was that it wasn't Emily. It was my mother.



She didn't say anything at first so I thought maybe she had missed my comment. When I said "Oh, I thought it was Emily. Good thing you didn't hear what I said before", she said "Oh, I heard", but in that I am you mother and I can be menacing tone. Oops. I guess I am no longer the perfect son, but really I am. Honestly.

Everyone seems to love me so far, except for the people that don't. Out of the 9 jobs I have applied to I have heard from 5 and haven't revieved a NO to an interview yet. I even some how managed to get an interview for a job I never to applied to at one of the companies. The interviews themselves have gone well and now I am in the "what if" stage.



My last interview was with a company in Washington so I am wondering, "what if" I got it? Would I go? It would be quite the adventure. I like adventures. My mom would be pissed at me for going. The money is nice. Anyway, you get the point. I just keep weighing out the options.



2 more weeks and I should have an idea of where I will be working and hopefully I will have a perfect record for interviews and a couple of offers to choose from.



It's always best to be optimistic.

Battered Computers: An Epidemic. I have never laid a hand on my Mac, but once in a while I am tempted to open a can of "whoop ass" on the work PCs. That's only after I say encouraging things and pat the monitor a couple of times, which never works so then I try to show it who is boss by cutting off it's power supply. That will teach it a lesson.

I just ran into someone I knew from first year on campus. The whole time I kept thinking "boy he has a big head" and "I'm glad I'm not balding, that must suck". What kind of friend am I?

Lesson of the day: If you are looking for images of things on the internet you may find it easier and more effective to use the correct spelling of picture. "Pitchers" won't get you very far and just gives a reason for other people to laugh and make fun of you. Sort of like what I am doing now, but I am really trying to be helpful. Really. Not sarcastic in the least.

Last night I was faced with the option to watch Moulin Rouge or study for a quiz that I have in my DB class on Tuesday. I chose the latter, who wants to do work on a Sunday night. The movie was very colourful, not at all what I was expecting but I also didn't know that it was a musical.

Looking for something to do with your cat? Try these cat-scan or Bonsai Kitten. Not that I am recomending them.

Last night we ordered a pizza and it came with a little coupon book. After browsing I found the reason that little kids are scared of bunny rabbits. Doesn't that scare the shit out of you?

Hooray for me. It has been a year since I started doing this whole crazy blogging thing. Not all of it involved blogger, at first I was doing it like a chump, now I am in the swing of things and have reported on many different things from sunburnt asses to my psychotic dreams. I also try to write a new short once in a while.



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I just had the worst interview ever. It's a good thing. Now I am positive that i don't really want a job that involves coding, especially one where I am suppose to be a "super coder". I am definetely not that, I am "super" many things but I don't want to be that.