I came home early because the only alternative was to sit at a table for the rest of the day staring out the window feeling like a giant tool because I have nothing that I can really do. I'm sure at some point in the future I'll wish that I didn't have email or a phone. Those 'll be the days, good, old.

You could say it was a good first of week for me if you based it on the number of free meals I received, one per day. I was told to never expect such a good turn out but hopefully they are lying. Free meals could considerably reduce my food costs.



The big topic of the weekend was weddings. Ranging from Vegas to a 350 guest traditional affair. I found it amusing, but probably because I am no where near the point of getting married. Had I been I probably would have been curled up in a ball on the floor with my fingers in my ears shouting la la la.

I'm just a lazy cat in a dog eat dog world. At least until I get some tools to perform my job. It surprises me that after all the times i have started a job that the tools I need to perform my role are never in place. They are wasting a lot of money by not giving me passwords, security cards and laptops and just letting me sit idle. What do they expect me to do? Absorb the knowledge through the cement walls? Plug my finger in an ethernet port to check my email? That would be really cool if you could though.



In other news today, I found out that my girlfriend is going to be having the devils child, spawn of satan or SOS for short. I'm not sure when she had time to do this. Perhaps she got the tan when she was in the Underworld and not on her tropical vacation. More investigation is necessary.

Maybe it's the extra hour a day I sit in my car (... pretty jetta ..., still need a name) that makes me crazy, but having a ventriliquest at a company meeting for entertainment is a tricky thing. The comic wasn't allowed to talk about sex, booze or racial jokes. Instead he made all the sexual innuedendo's with a dummy he could (an analogy about golf, the dummy's wooden tee and ball sack). It was 100% pure potty humour. I would have really liked a magician, there just aren't enough of those around.

First day of work is over with. It was long. Long like a Wednesday night class and all you want to do it leave and go to the bar, but are forced to sit through hour after hour of the lecture. But then it did get better, because it ended with a social event complete with beer and yummy appetizers. No resemblance to the Bomber though.

Them: We think you have a problem.

Me: Huh?

Them: All those late night sessions.

Me: The what?

Them: When you go out to your car, turn on the heated seats and sit their for hours sucking in the new car smell. We think you have a problem.

Me: I don't know what you're talking about. Get away from me.

Them: Put the keys down. You're getting dependent. We need to nip this in the bud.

Me: It's only been a day, go away!

(struggle ensues)

(I am victorious. I grab the switch-key out of a balmy hand and run quickly to be reunited with my loved one. I sit inside, inhaling the luxurious smells, thinking this must be what fatherhood is like.)

This ain't your moma's CBC - This shift article points of some of the ways the CBC is changing to meet the demands and wants of a new generation. We not only want to access content, but shape the way it is offered and how it is received.

This whole car lust thing is getting out of control. Everytime I spot a Jetta, my eyes glaze over and I say 'pretty jetta' in an eerie stalker kind of voice. If I'm not careful I am going to be one of those guys that loves their cars a little too much if you know what I mean. Hopefully it will all subside once I pick up my little beauty on Saturday. Which reminds me, any suggestions on good car names?

part of the process - I was filling out the organ donor card to accompany my health card. I am going to donate all my organs for transplant only, except for my eyes. I can't bear to think of what the little science geeks would do to me if I were a research donor, I just picture the things we did to fetal pigs in biology. They would also give me some dumb name too, like Cletus. Anyway, I have no rational reason to not give up my eyes, it's not like I'm gonna need them once I'm six feet under or sitting in a silver urn on the mantel. I just can't part with them, I think it has something to do with outward appearance. So, I hand over my card to the clerk, she looks at it, looks at me, looks at it and says in her best, see how smoking causes emphysema voice, 'you know they take your eyes out at the funeral home anyway'.

Taking a post from what's the what I looked up what my name means, it's not my proper name, nor very accurate but it was amusing - you are prone to suffer from weaknesses centering in the head.

Remember that time I said that it would be a good idea on the part of the recording labels to swarm the P2P networks with bad version (spoofing) of songs, I should've kept my big mouth shut. I should have quietly sold my idea to the labels to reap the profits. I didn't but, you can read about who did on wired.

I hate signing contracts. You read the fine print just to realize that you are getting royally screwed. My contract states that my employer can fire me whenever they so desire, but if I want out I have to give 30 days written notice and can't do that until the first 6 months of the contract have lapsed. They have you by the balls and all you can do is sign it.

Going out with high school friends can be such a good time. I meet up with people I hadn't seen in a couple of years over a few pints last night. After we spent 15 minutes catching up on our own lives we gossiped about old school mates for two and a half hours. It's strangely vindicating to hear that all the 'cool' people are: married because they knocked someone up, lost their athletic scholarship, was arrested for cocaine trafficking or working at Tim Hortons. It's moments like those that I cherish that I wasn't was of those perfect popular people.



The other realization I had was that I lived in a different world than everyone else. All my memories are so different, I don't remember half the scandals other people do. I guess I never cared.

What's in a name anyway? BradCorps - sounds damn cool like the Marine Corps but more exclusive than any joe off the street, but too close to corpse. Midnight Inferno Consulting (MIC) - sounds cool, sort of an 'i will come in the middle of the night and save you from your technical woes', possible super-hero spin off, but in the end it's only a trail coworkers can follow back to this site. BradCorp. (Bart? Mmm. Dart, Kart, Mart, sounds good to me.)



After 6 months of playing tiddlywinks and coveting everyone else's life I've started Brad Corp. A business I can call my own; to provide sound consulting in sales, marketing and technology (among other things. wink wink, nudge nudge) ; for particularly big corporations in the tech industry that go by acronyms and colourful nicknames; that provides legal tax deductions.



Hell yeah, I've got a job!

Apple released new powerbooks and software (Keynote = Powerpoint, Safari = IE, X11 support, and more). Safari is incredibly small and fast. My favourite feature is the little orange arrow, it takes you to the top-level domain for the site you are on.



I received my first mix cds from crabwalk, on first glance the crabwalk cd looks good, but the secondary contains more country than I'd like. The french song I am listening to now is either about shit, my mother or the sea. Not sure which.



Buffy Season 3 is available on DVD today.



I don't think I could take any more new things today, I'm like a kid in a candystore! I really should stop joining these little fanatic groups.

A secret can be hard to part with. It may not be particularly interesting to anyone else, but you guard it with a ferocity that surprises yourself. I've been seeing someone for more than 3 months and only told my parents just now. At first it was too soon to say anything, then I just didn't and after that it was funny that I hadn't. Even after there pestering me and trying to set me up with good dutch girls. Most people knew already but I never tell my parents these sorts of things. If I had my way I wouldn't introduce girlfriends at all and leave it until I was sure she was the one.

Does anyone else find Christopher Walkin creepy? It's in his eyes. I bet his kids ran away screaming from him as soon as they could.



Faced with the choice of watching a DiCaprio movie I chose one of two evils, Catch Me If You Can. It seemed so much better than being subjected to 2 hours of staring at Leo's mustache in the Gangs of New York and thinking to myself 'why oh why'. That said, I didn't actually regret the movie at all. It held me for the 2.5 hours, was funny and because it was based on a true story it gained some credibility.

Mmmmmm Jet-ta, my preciousssssss.

It's so easy to get out of the habit of telling people things. The less I see someone the more irrelevant it seems to tell them the things that are happening in my life. Have you ever seen the 'speed dial' episode on Seinfeld? It's sort of like that, after a while of inactivity the pecking order changes. I forget to tell people things because I assume they don't care or know already.