Since we are on the topic and all... In an ultimate show down sort along the lines of celebrity boxers between the UW Web Ring and the Live Journal UW interest group, the clear winner would be the UW Web Ring. But, who knows what will happen with all these factions that seem to be popping up with various sponsors. Before you know it blog Gangs will have to identify themselves by wearing the same bright colours and settle disputes behind MC under the cover of darkness.

Help! I am 24 years old and I seem to be morphing into a crotchety old man right before my eyes. Sure my face may still have some of it's baby soft exuberance left to it, but hidden beneath that layer is a hardened old man who wants nothing more than to live in solitude. Live alone on an island of his own making. A place to turn and run to when he wants nothing to do the with the outside world.



It's getting hard not to notice how much older I've become. This weekend I went camping with a large crowd group. And I know this may seem petty and bitchy but I am sure that at some point or another everyone thought the same thing. I want this my way. I am no longer that elastic little 19 year old willing to be dragged along with the crowd merely because I was apathetic to the cause. I just wanted to be a part of something. Now as the crowd moves along I try to see my way out. Try to build a plan. I see images of myself pulling out a soapbox, standing upon it and screaming emphatically It's okay if we don't want all to do the same thing! until everyone around me realizes that this is meant to happen. We can always reconvene later. And really, isn't that what life is all about?

Weekend Quote: 'There's three things I hate in this world, disposable diapers, disposable batteries and iceberg lettuce'.

It was nice to be drunk, feeling like i haven't been able to reach that level for sometime. Something had held me back before, but this time the beer was going down smooth. Perhaps it was the embarrassment at Hooters that got me started. I was expecting the breast cleavage, but not the bum cleavage. Pretty much something was hanging out every which way you looked and as I was being served they were hurled in my face so I was forced to look.



The night progressed with a walk to another dive for more beers, but on the way we had to make a stop to listen to the taunts of 'You're Ugly!' by an old lady we had declined to pass along a donation too.



By this point, I remember less but have flashbacks of sitting in a pub while an old lady who I think would resemble Ms Havisham from Great Expectations performed folk songs while an old age home escapee accompanied on the keyboard. His face lacked any expression at all having been deprogrammed. I sang loudly. So loud in fact by the time Que Sera Sera came along I had lost my voice.



Binge drinking may have depleted my electrolytes, but it certainly infused moral.

When the cat meows at the door, jumps up to try and turn the knob to signal that he desperately wants out and I sit there and do nothing does he think that:


a) I am a mean bastard for not letting him out

b) I am stupid and do not understand his instructions

c) He is stupid because he cannot communicate that he wants out

Anyone want to lend me a million dollars so I can live on the interest? It's not that I don't like working, but sometimes it's all just too much. I am nearing my saturation point for company politics and dumb vendor events. Now that I have six months under my belt I feel like the time has come to make a few waves and not be so idle. Time to yell at that person who refuses to get back to me even though I have sent them 3 notes and CCed the entire world on it, or give beats to the person who says it's not my job, or not attend dumb events where I stand beside my corporate logo waiting for reps to talk to me, knowing the whole time they don't care about a thing I have to say. This all leads me to a much bigger question to those that have been in the workforce for ten or more years. How did you make it? Why didn't you crack? Or did you just conform and become one of those people. Maybe you just got a nice hobbie instead.

I guess it is possible from Britney Spears to be someone's personal hero.



I'm sort of freaked out, The Simpsons just sang 'O Canada' and formed a maple-leaf.



Fox is following in City TV's footsteps and is carrying Banzai!

It must suck to be a band and play corporate events. Either Treble Charger really likes playing the corporate crowd or is in dire need of a cash influx. I doubt the latter bseeing as Greg Nori has had his hand in Sum 41 and Avril Lavigne's careers. I went up front with a buddy from work and as I looked around all I could see were the pained faces of young people who would like nothing better to do than run to the nearest bar, down 3 beers and head back to the stage and mosh it up a bit. Instead we all stood there taking it as far as we could, we tapped our toes, bobbed our heads and when the occasion called for it, shook a fist.

When I grow up, I hope I am not one of those people. The kind who can't convey a simple message without making themselves sound superior. For example if you were talking about a Keg Party and they retorted along the lines that they are past that, but do it such a way that belittles you and make it sound like you are some infantile frat boy. I hate those people. If that happens to me I should make fun of them. Call them old and say how much fun I am having and that they wished they could be as carefree as I am, but they can't because they are too busy counting their wrinkles and calculating boob sag.

Life is full of little advertisements for the future. If a park is an ad to have children, the zoo is an ad to not have children. As I walked around the Toronto Zoo last week examining the Naked Mole Rats scurrying in their little tunnels, walking all over one another; polar bears who chomp down on cantaloupes and silly orangoutangs who play peek-a-boo with old sheets. I had to stare at equally amusing parents with their kids. Parenting didn't look like very much fun; all day long they had to walk around with two wagons trailing behind them, one for the kid and the other fir the kid's stuff. And it seemed like the kid would start crying every time an animal looked at it funny or the parent refused to carry the kid another minute longer having exhausted themselves from doing it for the three previous hours. All in all it didn't look to fun.