Mmmm sushi, it tastes oh so good. Even better when you make it yourself.

eatsushi.com - the site for the consummate sushi fan. It may clear up a few of your questions on etiquette
sticky rice - recipes, tools and ask the chef.

What are you doing tonight for Devils Night? Soaping Cars? TPing houses? Nicky nicky nine doors? Shaving the cat? Flaming bag of poo? Spray painting a car? Pillaging the local convience store? Trashing the school? Egging anything that moves? Getting arrested?



I never actually did anything on Devils night, but I would love to go to school the next day to see what had been done the night before. I was never disappointed, someone usually did something no matter how mundane it seemed. The usuals were, TPing, window breaking and spray painting the walls. I liked spray painting the best because it would make fun of someone with a nice little picture and you were guarenteed a chance to see it.

The great pumpkin will soon be among us tomorrow night. I just hope I have been good enough to get a gift this year.



If you need a refresher on the story go here, if you think you are a master, take the quiz here.

We're a bunch of pansies when it comes to ending things. How many of us just can't figure out how to end a conversation? When we've finally had it we say "I'm going to let you go now", which roughly translates to "I'm tired of your bitching and moaning, I need out".

How can anyone end a relationship when they can't even end a phone conversation?

We need to grow some collective balls and end these conversations right. No more tiptoeing around. It time to call a spade a spade. End conversations when you want. And once you have mastered that you will finally be able to say, "It's not me. It's you".

So what does this dream mean?

I am back at my old high school. Everything was exactly the way it was when I was there 5 years ago. The school was under attack and we were all scattering, exactly like an episode of Buffy. I ran with a friend and got in her car. I was in the passenger seat on the left side and she was the one driving on the right side. In the process of leaving, the car gets boxed in.

The assailants of the school start firing off shots in my direction. I am hit in the belly 3 times. At the moment of each shot, time slows and I can see the bullet come towards me breaking through the car and nestling inside of me. None of the bullets caused any noticeable pain but there was plenty of blood.

My only reaction was to calmly call 911 and notify them of my situation. Upon arriving at the emergency room I was taken care of and came out moments later with a bandaged abdomen.

Dumb things people say: "I think it's quite a feat for a blind man to father 2 children"

After seeing Riding in Cars with Boys I feel better about my life. It's definitely not as bad as it would have been had I knocked up some girl when I was 15 and then became a heroin addict.

Woo hoo, I have an mp3 player that works, partially. I took it in today and they gave me a new one. As an added bonus it has 32mb more internal memory than my original one. Now the only thing that doesn't work is my 64mb multimedia card.

Sometimes you need a change. I seriously think I could do with a change of everything right now. Everything has become a little too monotonous, a little too the same, a little to familiar. I am not very happy with work. It just isn't a lot of fun and leaves me tired everyday, and because I am tired everyday I don't feel like doing much at night.



It has to stop. I am stuck in this vortex of 'no fun'. It's killing me. Even the readership on my site is suffering. As soon as I started working the number of visitors I had was cut in half.



Maybe another (insert body beatification/mutilation idea here) would help.

It's not that I am not listening. I just can't hear you.

It's cold, wet and snowing outside. The weather is exactly how I feel. I wish I could just get back in bed, curl up in a little ball and sleep. Sleep until the weather has turned and I have nothing left to do but have fun.

Nothing changes the opinion of your boss like seeing him dance on the spot and wave his imaginary fairy wand.

On the lighter side of things, if you scratch the back of the cat's ears they fold down making her look exactly like Yoda.

Who's up for a little e-mail roulette?

It has been suggested that I try out for u8tv, but I think I am going to have to pass on it. There are several reasons:

1) The season starts in January and I want to finish my CS degree at UW this winter

2) As much as I want to be a star, I don't want to be the kind that has their lives out in the open for eveyone. I have things that I want to keep a mystery to some people. (i.e. my family may be a little surpirsed)

3) I'm holding out to be a muchmusic VJ

Apple's new device is called the iPod. It's not the best name I have ever heard but it is a good idea. Basically, it's a portable hard drive/mp3 player with a firewire connection which is super fast compared to USB.

I love thunder and the way rain falls hard on windows. Days like this were built for being in bed with a book, not staring in front of a computer dreading 2 o'clock. That time is feared because it marks when you will have to talk to your boss and when the conversation is over, someone will not be happy.

Can mispelling words and not using the english language correctly be my quirk? I was getting better at actually proofing much of the content before it went up, but after examining some of the latest pieces I notice I may have had a bit of a relapse. Let's just pretend that it contributes to making this site raw rather than polished.

I have no clue what is actually happening to me lately, but I have become absent minded. I couldn't even tell you where my mind is, but it definitely is not on turning off the stove when I'm done using it. I think I lost it somewhere between August and September. Can you help me find it? I am considering putting up a reward for it's return. The one stipulation is that it must be intact, that means no dissections in any form.

Another short to add to the growing collection. Contained.

A forward for those that just don't get marketing.


You go to a party and you see an attractive girl across the room. You go up to her and say, "Hi, I'm great in bed, how about it??

That's Direct Marketing.



You go to a party and you see an attractive girl across the room. You give your friend a $10. She goes up and says, "Hi, my friend over there is great in bed, how about it??

That's Advertising.



You go to a party and you see an attractive girl across the room. You somehow mop up her mobile number. You call, talk to her a while and then say, "I am great in bed, how about it?"

That's Tele-Marketing.



You go to a party and you see an attractive girl across the room. You recognize her. You walk up to her, refresh her memory and get her to laugh and giggle and then suggest, "I am great in bed, how about it??

That's Customer Relationship Management.



You go to a party and you see an attractive girl across the room. You walk around playing Mr. Busy. You put on your best smile and walk around being Mr. Congenial. You stand straight, you talk soft and smooth, you open the door for the ladies, you smile like a dream, you set an aura around you playing the Mr. Gentleman and then you move up to the girl and say, "Hi, I am great in bed, how about it??

That's Hard Selling.



You go to a party, you see an attractive girl across the room. SHE COMES OVER and says, "Hi, I hear you're great in bed, how about it?"

Now THAT is the power of Branding.

In an attempt to piss off the neighbours, I turned up my stereo as loud as possible. I wanted to wake them up because they woke me up last weekend from 2am to 4am. The only concrete outcome was that all the pictures in my room are crooked due to the excessive bass that made the house and couch vibrate.

Yesterday I had this urge to wear my toque when I went out for a hike/walk. Some may say that it can't be done, but to them I say, "If Enrique Iglesies can do it in the summer heat, then I can do it the fall".

I'm glad that people can joke about Anthrax.

Last night I saw Lost and Delirious. I initially wanted to see it because of the lesbians, but I soon found out it was more than that. Actually there was minimal lesbian action.

The thing that struck me most about the movie is that it seemed to launch most people into a reflective mood afterwards. Everyone was silent comptemplating the drama they had just witnessed. It was a little over the top in some places, but in others it conveyed such emotion. It was nice to see that media can sharpen our minds rather than dull them.

Shift redesigns there site, "Now with 50% more content".

Having read two articles on Waking Life (trailer here), one in Wired and the other in the National Post, I really want to see the movie. Believe it or not I am getting tired of all this T'n'A fluff, I need something to make me think.

Sometimes I have it out with people, others I just can't. Say something nasty to me and it won't make me angry at all, but five minutes later I just want to explode. There is this anger that just wants to get out, but I never let it. Instead it festers for a while and then slowly disappates. If only I could say "you're a putz" instead of nothing at all.



I need to be more assertive. Back in the the day when I was working at Canadian Tire, that was the first (and only) critism my boss had had of me. I was 14 at the time so I was young and stupid. I am 23 now, supposedly older and wiser. What possible excuse do I have?

It's always the little mistakes that cause the most trouble. There was a typo in the company phone list and now I keep getting hang-ups. It is really quite annoying. If it keeps up, this may be a typical conversation:



Me: "Hang up and DIE!"

Them: *click*

Me: urge to kill rising, rising...

Apple to unveil digital music device: I can't decide if I should be excited or afraid.

I feel like I have just lost a special friend. It's even more painful because my mp3 player half works. I am in the middle of my run and it just goes kaput. It just decided that is it tired of playing music properly, from now on it is going to play it it's own way. (i tried playing with it to fix it but no luck, now I have to find the receipt somewhere which I don't think is going to happen)

Ugh, I just wrote out a post 5 times and I just can't get it right. It had something to do with corporate whores and how I am a corporate snob, but would consider changing because there is always demand for more corporate whores.

I've never had the falling dream but I often have the tripping dream. They are very similar. In the first you plummet to your death and wake up just before you smack down on the pavement. In the second you wake up from the tripping motion you perform in your sleep.



Some say it's not possible to trip while you are in bed, but I assure you that it is.

I added the stream of conscious piece Something is Nothing to 12 o'clock.

Leave it up to your subconscience to tell you what's really going on.



This whole last month I have found myself rather unaffected by the World Trade Center events. I felt bad and rather disgusted that something so terrible could happen but like everything else bad I shrugged it off. Those around me didn't have it so easy. My mother dwelt on the situation bringing it up every time we had a conversation and I just really didn't want to talk about it.



Now a month later I dreamt that I was in the top floor of a WTC building. I heard a loud noise and then the next thing I knew, the top 4 floors went hurtling to the ground. The only thing I could see was the earth spinning as I approached it faster and faster. The whole time I was praying for my life.



Then it faded into part two. Me and a couple of friends wanted to figure out an escape plan in the event that something where to happen at the WTC. We sneaked to the roof of the building and then had to make our way down as quickly as possible. Our plan was to ride on top of the express elevator to the first floor. It was surprisingly not that difficult but I guess nothing ever really is in your dreams.



......



It's always much easier to be blind to things that we are afraid or disgusted of than to change them. Only once in a while do we acknowledge these events before we close our minds to them.



Why is that we, with so much, often do so little? Simply because it does not directly affect us.

Last year's Oktoberfest Tip's and Everything I know, I learned from Oktoberfest.

Another Oktoberfest has come and gone and in my true form I drank the night away and was merry. It was complete with Polka music, shots of Jagameister (the killer of all shots, once you have it the night goes to a new level) and a bottomless cup of beer.

I ran into a few people I went to highschool with and caught up on the small city gossip. It's always interesting to see them but you always have that awkward goodbye. It's like the visit is a small blip on the radar screen and as soon as they are gone you go back to forgettting them.

The night was missing one important thing, I never heard the "i don't want her, you can have her, she's too fat for me" song.

Even though it has been blinked before I present this essay on addiction. I just think it presents a good insight into addiction. One that I can slightly relate to because I confess to suffering from a few of the symptons listed.

Check out My Pet Skeleton if your into dark tim burtonish art. It has some good flash-work, not even the flashturbation kind, it has a purpose.

Some people really need to tone down their obsession with Osama bin Laden. Yesterday I was talking on the phone with a sales consultant and asked about a company and her response was "they (that company) see us (our company) as Osama and want to kill us". I guess I just can't relate.

Site Update: Posted SanFran pictures from August. I also removed some old mp3's and added a new one a few days ago.

I have been taking care of a friends cat for a couple of days now and it has made one thing abundantly clear to me. I hate cats. I could rant and rave on the subject but someone else already did it for me. I especially agree that cats aren't the sharpest tools in the shed. I push the cat away from my food and it always keeps coming back, just to annoy me.

Your at the urinal taking a leak and your boss steps up to the urinal beside you, what do you?

Winnipeg. slurpee capital of the world. Who knew?

Switching to a new instant messenger is not without it's quirks. My brother is on yahoo and everyone else I know is on ICQ and then I occasionally use IRC so I switched to a client that offers all of these plus AOL, MSN and Jabber. It works great for the messaging part but instead of away messages it has automated responses that lead to people thinking I am ass because of conversations like this:



????: r u there?

Brad: Away

????: are you here now?

Brad: Away

????: i wanna talk to you!

Brad: Away

????: quit saying away

Brad: Away

????: well don't you suck

Brad: Away

????: whatever!

Brad: Away



Just my luck, I choose and IM that behaves like it's 2-years old.

I am watching the new season of trading spaces and frankly, I miss Alex. I am not ready for a new host.

This afternoon I went shopping and saw some underwear on a mannequin that I wanted. The problem was I couldn't find it anywhere else in the store. What else could I do but carefully undress the mannequin reveling it's "smoothness". Afterwards I felt a little dirty but I did get 30% off said underwear, so it was worth the akwardness and the possible "that guy is a pervert" look.

This years 2001 Ig Nobel Prize winners include research on:

• injuries Due to Falling Coconuts


• why shower curtains billow inwards


• airtight underwear with a replaceable charcoal filter that removes bad-smelling gases before they escape


• that people find a way to postpone their deaths if that that would qualify them for a lower rate on the inheritance tax


• protect, promote, and defend the differences between plural and possessive


• an Ecological Study of Glee in Small Groups of Preschool Children


• that black holes fulfill all the technical requirements to be the location of Hell


• patenting the wheel in the year 2001


• medical discovery that nose picking is a common activity among adolescents.

Yes, I am 23 years old and I still like to play with worms on the sidewalk when it is raining. Especially the fat juicy ones.

Somethings you just can't hide or bury for that matter. In Orillia a bunch of people used their pot-dar to dig up 20 million dollars worth of pot that the OPP buried in the dump and covered with rotting compost. [read the article here]

Sometimes there is nothing to say but nothing itself. Now, is not one of those times.



Relationships can really be frustrating to start when you are a busy person. How can anyone be expected to start anything when they only see a person once a week. It's just not the way. I yearn for the days of highschool when you saw someone everyday and finally after a week or two the tension is too much to bear and you finally connect. Now the connection time is way to long. The only other solution I can think of is to become a "playa".

Pot-dar, it's sort of like gay-dar but not. It accurately describes the phenomena at parties when the weed comes out. No one ever says "Hey we are smoking weed now, come over if you want some", instead somehow people gravitate to the said area and commit the act (one of which I am neither condeming or encouraging). There must be some sort of internal GPS system that goes off sending messages to the brain, "psst, pot other there, go, RUN!". Other theories include Y shaped sticks that point in the direction of the desired object or if you wish it, it will happen. Or there could be a simple explanation. People smell it and then head on over.

You can really buy anything these days. My favourite line from the description is "Most likely though I will just fly in, kick your ass, and then leave".