Grafitti is usually a bad thing, but when I am studying in the library I welcome it as a pleasant distraction. Like a horse trapped with blinders I spot hope, a glimmer of blue ink underneath the flourescent light cover. As I get closer I can see something that is more interesting than atmospheric physics. Finally, it becomes legible and it reads "if you are reading this you aren't studying, get back to work!".



Damn, busted again.

Today is Monday, Monday is an update day! (new Song: Fuel) (
new Short: Today)

How much are you worth? Currently I am worth exactly $2,193,280.00, which is sure to go up once I have finished my degree and start making some money.

Tracking Bloggers With Blogdex: Cool idea, hopefully it will link to cool places rather than the most popular blogs.

My friend won tickets to the Radiohead concert at the bar last night. It was really quite weird, we were the last ones to enter and just before the draw, I said "wouldn't it be funny if madame x won", and then she did. I have a gift.

I think I may have ADD. Not really, it's just that studying for finals is not very much fun so I keep slacking off. Finals just aren't the same without the "fear factor". Without that I just have no reason to study.

The weather is trying to mock me today. I am studying in the library because I have those pesky finals next week, which incidently I am not caring a whole lot about since I have passed all my classes already, when the sun decided to send some rays my way. Out of about the 100+ desks/carels, mine was the only one with sun on it. So, I decided to take it as a sign that I shouldn't be there and left.

There is a new breed of animal that is slowly creeping into urban city centres. They prey on the population to feed them and will do anything to get it. That's right, the stalking small animal has come. Everytime you are trying to enjoy a coffee or a meal in the park or out on a patio they're there. The klan consists of birds, chipmunks and squirrels and many more to come. They watch you eat with their cute little faces, but they only have one thing on their minds, your food.



The birds are kind of entertaining. During my coffee this morning 2 birds kept taking turns staring me down and swooping around waiting for me to give them some food or to leave so they can eat what was left over. The b irds are presistant, I'll give 'em that.

Has commercialization taken over the world? Every week for the last 3 weeks my Music prof keeps bringing up the Olympics and why he thinks that Canada lost the bid. He makes a valid point that sponsors rallied for China because they would get more out of their advertising dollar. The population of Canada is a drop in the hat compared to that of China, sponsors would be able to reach more people. The question is do companys like Swatch really have that much control?


Probably. Look what companies are already trying to do.Pepsi started a Generation (of individuals who are cool and drink pepsi) and Labatt wants us to free our time so we can go enjoy life (preferably with a nice cold bottle of labatt). Where do we draw the line?

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

A is for Angel Dust sprinkled on smokes,

all that you need it a couple of tokes.

Tranquilize elephants or just get them high,

give them enough and they'll think they can fly.

The the term is quickly approaching its end an today is my last day of classes before I write 4 finals next week. To say that I would miss these classes when I am done the term is a blatant lie. (maybe my music class) However, once I am part of the work-force for the next 4 months I will yearn for the student lifestlye.



As a student you truly do have flex hours, you work when you want, sleep when you want, drink when you want and pretty much do anything you want. That's the real dream we all want to be living.

It's always better to send two messages to someone if they contain disjoint thoughts. If you don't, one of the thoughts or questions will go unnoticed.

Water balloon hijinks result in assault charge: Sometimes I think zero-tolerance has gone a little to far. On our last day of school "people" raided the entire school throwing water balloons and spraying down their "favourite" teachers with super soakers. I wonder what would have happened had they been caught, life imprisonment?

I think there should be some sort of punishment/award for people who fart in class. Right in the middle of a guest speaker lecture the guy 2 seats down from me lifts up his leg like he was a dog and let it rip. The entire class turned around and then tried to contain their giggles. Why is farting so funny in the first place?

I can still feel the smoke rising from the top of my head like I was in a cartoon and someone did something to really piss me off. Half of it is true, I'm not a cartoon but I am pissed off. I recieved my participation mark in my business class today and according to the high and mighty lecturer my participation is sub-average. Which it wasn't because I actually said things in class while others said not a single word and recieved the same mark.



I am over it now (at least i am pretending i am) but it made me think of the how the reward system works for participation. It's rather stupid because they would rather you said something stupid than nothing at all, and then further reward people who prat on about things they know nothing about and penalize those who make a concise remark but it's too short for them to acknowledge.



This is the reason some smart people don't do well in school settings but kick some major ass in the work force because they know what they are doing while the little brown nosers fumble around in the mail room and bitch to each other about how well they did in school.

You know that the movie you rented isn't going to be steller when the video rental guy mocks your choice.

Lowbrow is quite entertaining, sort of reminds me of Kvetch.

Did you ever have friends that were your friends but really they were just beyond your reach? No matter how long you have know them or how much dirt you have on them you never seem to penetrate that friendship bubble. You are stuck in this weird place right between friendship and aquantence. It's not a very fun place to be, you have more responsiblity with little reward.

I hate being woken up in the middle of the night. This time at 4 in the morning a group of people decided to have a conversation in front of our apartment building. I think it went on for a long time and the whole time I was thinking "shut up" but in not so nice terms. Then someone else yelled at them and they left.



After two weeks of this I have finally learned my lesson. I am not drinking enough on Saturday nights to make me pass out and not hear the world around me. I'll try to fix this next week.

Being woken up and asked to think is very difficult. Tracy wanted my help to get rid of a squirrel but I couldn't figure out what was happening. Who's there? What's a squirrel? You want me to what?

Yes, I am slacking off and not posting because i am/was drinking beer on the bomber patio.

Did you ever notice that in TV shows and movies they always make fun of guys named Brad. Whenever something happens to the main characters they always say things like, "it figure his name is Brad" or upon finding out his name "how perfect is that". The name Brad is never displayed in a good light. Once I heard someone say "i want to go to college and date football players named Brad" but positive things are rare.



In a campaign to bring the name Brad into a favourable light, I bring you blogs by guys named Brad.

• midnight inferno (that's me)


• The Bradlands


• 120 degrees

I didn't have much time to look so if you know of any others send them to me.

Oops. The broken link in the last post is fixed now.

After another great music class I wanted to listen to some of the music we discussed. There was a lot of talk about the Beatles and their many different styles. "Tomorrow Never Knows" [hear it 4mb] I found to be the most interesting since it sounds different from anything I associate the Beatles. This song has a definite Chemical Brothers feel to it.

What are your tipping pratices? Last night at the bar I was watching how much some of my friends tip. One person only tipped 50 cents on a pitcher. I on the other hand would have given a dollar fifty at a minimum.



My philosophy on tipping is to leave your mark straight off; over tip on the first drink to earn the waitress' gratitude. After that first tip you will never have to wait for a drink again. Isn't it better to pay a little more for the premium service rather than tip a quarter and get crappy service?

I just can't write multiple choice tests well. If I don't study I get an 80 and if I study I get an 80. The only reason I can think of is the additional information gets me a few more marks but I lose more debating out the best answer. When I don't study I guess a few right. In the end it doesn't matter except one way I do a lot less work.



Guess how I am going to study for my multiple choice finals.

Growing up in the church definetly has given me a few quirks. Like Julie pointed out I am so accustomed to some phrases that I am only surprised when I don't hear the entire phrase, so the "and with you" made me laugh. Other weird things are I know the words to too many hymns.



The most annoying thing about being brought up in the church is that all your friends that were not brought up in the church look to you like you are this authority on religion. For example, I am expected to know every verse in the bible, every story and all the relations such as who's son is who's etc...



On the other hand when I was a kid, church always gave me time to think because I never paid any attention (not that I do when I go home now). Instead I spent the time staring out the window and thinking.

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

Inhalents are I, and they get you high

by huffing the stuff--here's a few you can try:

Paint and paint thinner, gasoline, glue--

Kids! Kill your brain cells, it's easy to do!

I am spending all my time this morning watching the apple key note speech. woo hoo an OS update that includes some pretty cool features

I finally got around to posting Help Yourself, a short that I wrote a month ago. Enjoy.

All the excitement of the new online registration has finally settled down. After a day of trying I was finally able to get my appointment and will be able to pre-register for Winter 2002. It was a hard choice but I finally settled on my 5 courses (Information Systems, CS & the Law, Intro Pysch, Issues in Canadian Criminal Law, and Human & Cultural Evolution).



You may think these seem like odd choices for a CS major but I figure I should try to end University on a high note. Why should I kill myself the last term, then I will be jaded towards school for the rest of my life. With this plan I may actually want/think further schooling is a good thing. It's all a mind game.

The difference between my idea of fun and parents is quite different. I'm going to visit my brother in SanFrancisco at the end of August. I would like it to involve cool places, things, bars and general amusement. My mother on the other hand thinks that we should go visit my grandparents friends somewhere out in California. Where is the fun in that for me?



What dumb things do your parents want you to do?

• try harder in school?


• don't drink or party?


• talk about them on your web site?

Yes, I may have unresolved issues and resentment towards my mother.

A new song, a new picture, a new day. You can even check out the video that my friend made called the Volunteers. I would only advise so if you have excess time and excess bandwidth and like to laugh at my and other peoples cheesey acting.

Todays (and the last few days) posts have been brought to you by the letter F.

F is for FenPhen if you think you're fat,

it'll work, so they say, but the problem is that

it causes heart trouble and holes in the brain,

but you already have those if you're truly vain!

Memo to all loud drunks:



Please, SHUT UP!



~Brad, the guy that you woke up over 5 times last night.

Dying for attention? That is too crazy. You must really want the attention if you go through the trouble of setting up a web cam in your bathroom so people can watch you die. Remind me never to date anyone with a bathroom cam.

Drunk 3 nights in a row, I haven't done that in a while. It has been fun. I was a big whore last night. I went to the bar and drank all night and only actually bought one beer. Last nights shanagins include:

• Pretending to be some girl's boyfriend


• Body shots with a to be bride


• Shameless flirting to get extra alcohol samples from the Chrome girls


• Making friends with a group of people and letting them buy us beer all night. I could really get into having a sugar momma. (the guy didn't even want money either)


• plus some other things I don't remeber yet

I think I finally understand another difference between CS and ARTS. In arts courses they teach you a lot of material but are satisified if you have the general idea. CS on the other hand, they teach you less but expect you to know every ecrutiating detail.



I can't wait to be done CS. Then I can use my cunning and intellect for good. Umm, I mean evil. Umm, I mean B.R.A.D. Corp. (bio-tech R&D).

Damn, Toronto lost the bid! Read the article here. Too bad some of the Toronto bid committee members couldn't have said nicer things about Bejing winning. Some of it comes off sounding like sour grapes.

I didn't quite make it to class today so instead I have resigned myself to sit in a comfy chair watching DVDs and surfing the web on my laptop. Currently I am on Empire Records and the good kisser quiz. Just in case you were wondering I can knock you socks off.

If I am drunk and it;s almost 4 in the morning is that wrong?

I didn't have to worry about that quiz this morning. It was easy as pie. Good thing because I think I was still drunk when I woke up. The night was a beer fueled frenzy of fun heckling and singing. We know all the bands at the bar now so it's allowed. Next week I'll have to tone it down a bit, by the end of the night I was losing my voice.

Screw the cam (on a side note, permalinks for each post is a good thing), I want a digital camera!

I am afraid that I just added to Tracy's troubles, but I feel them too. Mine are "i don't have a place to live in september and I don't want to sign a lease and i hate screwing over friends".

During music class we had philosophical discussions about why we are here and what we are doing. At that moment I decided I was going to get drunk at the bar and worry about my 8:30 am quiz later. Ain't life grand.

Of all the weird events that happen in class this must be the weirdest. About half way through class there is a knock on the door and my prof goes out to talk to who ever it is. She comes back in with a Police Officer looking for Mr. X. He asked if that person was in class, if anyone knew that person or if anyone even knew of that person. No one was saying anything so he assured us that Mr. X was not in any trouble. Yeah right, they send uniforms all the time to tell you good things. I remember the time I won a million dollars and the local PD came to tell me.

If a fish jumps out of the bowl and dies, is it suicidal, stupid or curious? How much grieving time does the death of a fish require? A couple seconds? A moment of silence during the flush?



Back to the original question. I think it's possible that the fish could be tired of the same old scenery so either it jumps out of the bowl for a fresh view or just to end it all. On the other hand it just could be really stupid. How much information can you fit in that little brain. It must be full with all the important stuff like breathing and how to mate. That doesn't leave much room for things like reasoning.

Every generation ends up doing something particularly stupid that the next generation looks at and thinks was absolutely crazy. For me I just can't comprehend how blacks have been treated in the past and the horrible things that white people did to them. It has only been 50 years since things got better and I am sure they are still worse in some areas in the world. The interesting question I have is, what is our generation going to do/done that is stupid?



This has all been sparked by music class. Around 1954-1958 there was this crazy cover version thing being done by the major labels. If a song like Sh'Boom [hear it] by the Chords (a black group) did well on the R&B charts it would be covered by the Major labels. They would take the song, change the lyrics to avoid any sexual connotations and have white groups like the Crewcuts from Ottawa sing it [hear it]. The latter group would be the one to scale the pop charts for 30 weeks or so and make all the money and have all the fame. The orgincal black group which wrote the song in the first place, they would get a whole lot of nothing.



Seems quite unfair doesn't it.

I have to choose classes for next term and I have a whole 3 electives to choose (you never get electives). I can take whatever the hell I want. All this free choice had made me hopelessly lost. What do I take? Anthropology, classical studies, film studies, music.



The future is not looking to bright. Can you really expect indecisive Univesity students to rule the country well?

I just had the best DB class ever. We were suppose to have a quiz today given by the TA since the prof is away for the week. The TA never showed up and we ended up sitting in class for an hour on the off chance that he just may show up. (no one can afford a zero)



The funny thing is, it was the best class we ever had. I didn't even have an inkling to go to sleep like I normally do.

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

X is for Xtasy taken by ravers,

and other psychedlic experience cravers.

We shower each other with kisses and hugs,

but it's only because we're all high on drugs!

Back in the loo safe and sound but this time instead of forgetting my watch I forgot my glasses. I had a hard time without my watch but can I go without glasses for 5 weeks?



Just as I was getting in th car to leave I hear my mother yelling at me because I didn't say goodbye. All day she had been feeling sick and in this deep slumber that no one could rouse her from, so we were just going to leave and let her get some sleep. How she even knew we were leaving amazes me. She must have some sort of spidey sense because she sleeps through everything up to earthquakes.

I'm going to go to a Jays game this afternoon with my Dad for his birthday. The same thing is happening that happens everytime I go home. I tell myself that I have so much work to do and I end up doing none of it. Being at home is the same as a blackhole, work just doesn't exist here.

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

Bufotenine's B, and just between us,

you can get some by licking Bufo Marinus.

Folks come from all over to this unholy nexus,

a town filled with toads in the middle of Texas.

On my way home from yet another exciting A.I. class I was stopped by the local news channel for one of those community questions. Apparently, I have an aversion to being on televsion so I said sorry but I wasn't interested. The question is why don't I want to be on TV to give my opinion on something. I do it all the time on this site. What makes the confines of the www any different than that of the local television station?



Here I can edit things as many times as I want. I can wait until every sentence conveys the thought I had in mind. Nothing more and nothing less. Here I am in control of what the end product is. Yes it is edited. I never say the whole truth. That would get me into trouble.



Television on the other hand I inherently don't trust. Those sneaky bastards will edit it in a way that makes you look like the biggest fool. There are examples of this all the time just look at shows like survivor. Entertaining to watch, but what truth is actually left after it has been edited? The viewer only gets access to such a small sliver of information that they can never really ever understand the whole situation.

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

Ether is E, a Victorian vice,

its heady perfume takes you to paradise.

Meant for doctors to use as a sweet anaesthetic--

Trephination? Amputation? It's all copasetic!

For someone who complains that nothing ever happens in my life, I am stressing about a lot. Nothing that I care to mention, but I did come to a revelation of sorts. In my frustration I had a cigarette and I guess I actually experienced why most people smoke in the first place (besides the addiction to nicotine).



Smoking gives you...

5 minutes of retrospect.

5 minutes of peace and solitude.

5 minutes of reconnecting to yourself.

5 minutes of not being yourself.

5 minutes of venting.

5 minutes of raw emotion

5 minutes of escape.

My weekend was dull so I have no stories to relay that involve midgets or drag queens. All I did was have a few beers on Saturday, star in a movie, water gun fights and wrestle in the rain. You know, my usual weekend adventures.



I did take some time out to update my 404 page, which is now a defunct search page. A place to point out interesting or silly requests that this site gets. There are some really weird ones, how I made it to the top of some of these searches is beyond me. Especially "pics of my asshole boyfriend", how did google know?

Today's posts are brought to you by the letter L

Lysergic Acid Diethylamide's L,

let's just say "LSD" 'cause that's hard to misspell.

In the '60s Tim Leary said blotter was hip,

just a tab on your tongue and have a nice trip!

Last night they replayed Rick Mercer's talking to Americans special on the CBC as some sort of Canada day special. I admit that I fell victim to the hilarity and joined in for a laugh or two.



I do feel bad that they made a show just to make Americans look like fools, but you could do the same thing to any country. I fully admit that I have no clue where most of the states are and I am even more uneducated about other countries.



However, where he found some of these people is beyond me. I would think that most Americans know that Canada is directly north and is as wide as the states, but when asked whether or not it is a good idea for Canada to start a Navy even thought they have no access to water the respondents just never caught on. They suggested that Canada could use American harbours. It was even worse when he went to Universities such as Harvard and Stanford and had students and professors congratulating Canada on making staplers legal.



If you were one of these respondents wouldn't a little bell ring in you head saying, "hey! this canadian is full of shit". Especialy when he say phrases such as "the canadian polar ice caps are about to seperate making canada a bi-polar country" or "now that the human genome has been mapped out Scientists have discovered that 80% of the Canadian population is retarded".



My only theory is that no one likes to admit that they don't know the answer so they play along. Either that or they like to humour use Canadians and our dumb questions.

Happy Canada Day!