Have iPod, Will Secretly Bootleg It's funny to think their is a rogue faction of mac users stealing software, it's all so James-Bondish. When Apple says "everything's easier on a mac" they really weren't kidding.

Last night I had good conversation. The kind that can't be planned or forced, the kind that just happens and afterwards you feel so much better for having said something because if you hadn't you wouldn't have dealt with the matter. Your mental health is immediately improved.



People don't have enough good conversation. They walk around and never say what they want. Their thoughts rise to the top waiting to be said but the words never touch their lips. Instead they are shelved and brought out later to serve as an explanation. They keep their lives in a tidy box with a perfect bow never to reveal the mess that resides within.

I'd never thought I would think this in a million years, but I miss math. I haven't had a math course in over a year and I miss the challenge. I miss maximizing flow and integrating to the third degree to solve some problem. This term I chose easy classes and although they are interesting they require little to no work. There really isn't much too them so I find that I just don't care enough to do any work for them let alone the little bit that is required.

I had an interview yesterday and if that went well I could have a free trip to Seattle for a day of excruciating interviews where they ask me to compare the web and the internet, and other such nonsenses.

I think it's all a ploy to get some free consulting advice under the guise of interviews. Not a bad setup I admit, but I think these unscrupulous companies should at least slip us a twenty or something for our efforts. Then I wouldn't need to get a job, I could just fly around doing interviews for the rest of my life and instead of mooching off my parents or the government I could mooch off of Fortune 500 companies.

Three years ago I found it alone on the streetcar sitting on the red plush seat surrounded by scattered newspapers. No one was around to love or care for it. I never thought of it as stealing, it would have been a prisoner of the lost and found box, so I quickly snatched her up. That umbrella has kept me dry for years and today I went and lost it. It seems like a perfect example of what goes around comes around.

The secret of Canada's hockey gold is in the ice: Still, the loonie's cover was almost blown twice. On Feb. 21, after the Canadian women squeaked out a heart-stopping 3-2 gold-medal win over the Americans, several Canadians kissed and touched the ice covering the dollar coin. Turns out the twoonie in the ice is a myth, but the loonie in the Olympic Ice is real.

I know what Britney means when she speaks "I'm not a girl, not yet a women" except I replace girl with new graduate and women with 5-10 years experience. Graduation isn't so far away and I haven't been able to find much yet as for employment opportunities. No one wants a new grad, they all want veterans with 5+ years of experience. I'm not sure where the hell I fit in, but I don't consider myself a new grad because I have 2 years of various paid work experience through co-op.



Anyone have an idea where I fit in, or better yet a job for me?

I miss Toronto...



It was good to get out there if only for a day. I got to hit my favourite Chinese Food place in China Town, people watch, and enjoy all that Queen St, has to offer. The only thing that could have made it better was a drunken night at the bar followed by street meat,

Random Thought #1: While I was in the store today I spied a book called Taxes for Canada for Dummies, I was immediately annoyed that it wasn't just called "Taxes for Canadian Dummies". But, then I noticed Taxes for Dummies which is for Americans, which poses the question. Is there an unwritten rule that all Dummies are American unless otherwise specified?

Random Thought #2: My closet is where plaid goes to die.

Magnolia: What the?

Reading week officially started at 5:27 for me when I completed my IT Law midterm. So, if you haven’t been feeling the love lately I’ll try to fix that in the next few days.



Reading week officially started at 5:20 for my mind when it decided to sing ‘how do you solve a problem like Maria’ repeatedly instead of giving me legal advice for an ISP .

Self-censorship is the worst kind. If you are not being true to yourself are you lying to everyone? All the things left unsaid make toxic poisons. They fuel regrets that can be changed later but only through a painful process. If you lie about something are you hurting yourself more or the person you are not being honest with?



A friend of mine recently completed a workshop about taking self-inventory or something like that and came to the realization that he isn't living his life as freely as he would like. He finds that he is afraid to make life decisions because they go against the grain of the way he was brought up. He doesn't want to hurt anyone. I think he wants to be in a consequence free environment, where friends and family don't judge but only support. That world doesn't exist.

I have never been so desperate in my entire life. I was stalking the aisles of the grocery store looking for comfort. All was lost and I was prepared to buy 'bubble gum flavoured Mickey Mouse lip balm', but then I found 'it' and my world was whole again.

Amelie is one of those movies that can lift your spirits. There isn't really anything nasty I can say about it except that they choose to use a depressed women from Quebec to kill someone but I guess I found that funny along with the rest of the movie. The best thing about it was that it was a good funny movie and wasn't so sappy and sweet that it made me want to hurl.

It also made my friend want to bring Pablo, our first year garden gnome along with her on a trip to Europe to spice up some of her photos. Pablo is used to travelling, he was adbucted years ago along with lawn flamingoes Haywood and J'blowmi. All were returned safely and unharmed and Pablo got the honour of attending some University classes where he recieved some nasty glares.

I stole this link for an IQ test from plasticbag.org but I am not really interested in my salary I wanted to know more about my IQ since we have been talking about these silly tests in class lately. The point is that most tests suck because they rely too much on culture or are not reliable. Give it a try, I'd tell you what I got but I would just be bragging.

Seems that this whole Sale & Peltier not winning gold is everywhere in the media. Even Foxtrot is commenting on it in today's comic, unless I am reading to much into it.

Theory #2 of why Brad has no Ass: That crazy thing we call genetics.

If you come from a lineage of "explosive asses" you too will be blessed with a bubble of a bum. Conversly, if you come from a lineage of no asses you will be horribly scarred and taunted by your friends for your lack of ass.

This theory is backed by the fact that my grandfather, father nor my brother have an ass, no matter how much my brother tries to contest this. My mother also lacks and ass but the jury is out to as whether it is a sagging ass or a flat ass. The former not being her fault, but that of our cruel friend gravity.

I love google, it solved my debate on booty call rules.

Theory #1 of why Brad has no Ass: The taller you are the smaller your ass is.

Taller people require less work when taking stairs or performing similar actions, hence taller people don't work their asses as much as shorter people, making shorter people have more powerful asses than taller people. Another component is that the taller you are, there is more volume for your ass to exist over. A tall person may have as much muscle/flab as a short person but since it is spread out it is not very noticable or bubbly. If one was to take the ass of a tall person and put it in the space of a short person it would be quite noticable.

This theory can further be backed by observatiobal evidence. I at 6'6" have no ass but I have friends who are between 5' and 5'4" who have "explosive asses" or consider themselves to be "ass models".

The Olympics (Candian Coverage) have started which is never good news when I am in a school term because I spend more time on then than midterms. It's also one of the few times that Canada acts a little more patriotic than our apathetic selves.

"He who jumps to his death has cause. He who leaps has purpose. Always remember I leapt."

This is the note left to a son from his father on the book I am reading. Does this mean that people who jump are driven to it and those who leap have decided upon it? Is it an act of aggression, depression or obsession?

I've only ever known one person who committed suicide. Matt lived in my residence when I started school at Waterloo. We shared a cork-board and that was about it. After living in rez for 8 months I didn't really know much about him except that he liked Star Trek. We only had one conversation that I can remember, it was short and he asked me to turn down my music. After I moved out of rez I never saw him again. I later heard that he had killed himself as a proverbial 'fuck you' to his father. There was some sort of memorial at the school but I didn't attend. He was a mystery to me then and he still is now.

A-listers only exist because we say so.

If we ignore them they would just go away. They could be a mere memory of the decaying Internet, but that won't happen. I don't have a problem with someone being on the list if it's for the right reasons. My problem is when people give too much credit to them. Some are famous because they did something first, but how long can someone retain star status for being first. They never seem to fall from glory.

Someone else is going to come along and do what they did better, but because first is idolized the new will never get their moment in the spotlight. Instead others will dance in circles kissing the A-listers asses until they are overwhelmed, good if your an A-lister bad if your not. (I have specific example I want to refer too, but I think it would spark some sort of flame war, so I'll just keep my mouth shut)

Can I please whore myself out?



I have been thinking about it a lot, especially while I am in public bathrooms. I think if the school can make some money off why can't I. I stand at the urinal staring at the advertisement. I can still see it, it's burned into my retinas. So, if there are any savvy marketeers out there I have a proposal for you. I am selling some advertisement space in my bathroom (pending roommate approval). There are 2 spots available located in front and behind the toilet. The ads are in a high traffic area that receives many unique visitors daily. The ad would also be able to hit a highly targeted demographic. Can't you just imagine how brainwashed you could make everyone after a month of ad hits, and you can have all of it for the low price of a 24 of Moosehead a month. Please contact brad at midnightinferno dot com, serious inquiries only.

Movie 88 streams movies for 3 days for $1US. Sounds like a good idea but I think it will head the way of Jump TV who asked permission in Canada to act like a cable station and pay royalties to stream TV but was denied and now plays stations I never heard of. There was also icravetv.com and some others but they're all dead.



My advice, get your free movies while you can.

The evolution of a blog (or journal...) is one of the most fascinating things. You start off rather shy, not really sure of what to say or how the page should look but are eager to give it a go. You have things to say and have found a forum for it. Slowly you move beyond "i ate a sandwich" to describing the sandwich and then finally to how sandwiches are destroying the world. Your thoughts move from simple to complex theories and along the way they rebound between the two extremes.

The other evolution is the look itself. You usually aren't very proud of the first look of your site. You label is it as a learning experience and after an all night session you release the next version. Something to be proud of, something to show your mother, but you don't because you fear the consequence. Finally you embrace the world of CSS and Javascript to create your dynamic masterpiece.

Not everyone commits to these paths, but I have watched some evolve rapidly and others not at all. It's evolution online.

Part of the fun in going to a party is to meet new people, which I did on Saturday. Some where funny, some were drunk and some were weird. One guy comes up to me later on in the night. After talking to him a few times he comes up and says "whenever I see a guy bigger than me, I want to go up and kick him in the balls". It's people like that that make the night interesting.

The noise generated at a party can sometimes be really loud. Last night I was sitting down on the couch talking with some friends while I was enjoying some wine and cheese. The conversation hits a lull and it strikes me how loud it is in the room. I know that everyone is talking and using words but I can't make out a single one, only noise can be heard. Then someone swears.

It's seems to be getting easier to write music these days. Whenever you are stuck for words in lyrics just throw in some la la las and you have the whole thing done. It's quite amazing how they can be presented. They can be funky or soulful, soft or load, repetitive or few. Some examples for your listening pleasure.



Kylie Minougue - Can't get you out of my head. I am pretty sure you've heard it more than your fair share of times and can single out those la la las non problem. You may also be able to envision her in a silky silver sheet that has been taped to specific body parts. (I think you can find this one on your own)



Josh Rouse - Directions. Truthfully, I just really like the song. It doesn't rely on too many la la las. (On the left you can get a copy of your own)



Don't like the direction you are going to

Seems to lack the attention, that it used to

Stay out all night and get high with your friends

Wonder why you don't get one thing done

Don't like the direction you are going to



Don't like the direction you have come to

Now it has the attention that it used to

Stay home all night with the TV and wife

Comfortable life's not all it's cracked up to be

Don't like the direction you have come to



It's easy to get caught and the weight of the world

It's falling on your face, so unsure that you would



Juliaani Gianni - I Fall apart. (On the left)