For 2003 I was hoping to make another trip to Europe and do some of the mountain routes they do in the Tour. Judging from the direction of my bank account, I'm thinking that probably won't be happening but who knows maybe a ticket will materialize from my magical gumdrop hat. A lotto win and I'd sign up for this. We'll see. Also I don't normally make resolutions but how's this for one, "Officially, give up hope of ever getting a fulltime job working on the web again".

Things I learn at 3:30am. You can't catch A.D.D from toilet seats.

Hello there swap tiger.
Are you ready to learn how to play the guitar?
Just scratch on the strings like that.
This is a chord.
Now go start a band.

It's a simple thing. Like taking food to Vaal. Everybody knows that summer camps are all fun places like Meatballs and camp counselors are always like Bill Murray. So since the goofy Myers-Briggs test keeps saying I'm the Counselor type, I've decided my future carreer will be that of camp counselor. Stock options will have to be negotiated first.

First thing, go feed the kittens. Then off to the International House of Bad Coffee to open presents.

317X. A great repository of old album covers. And good Beavis and Butthead juvenile humour.

Spent 2 days converting CVs of muckity-mucks from Word to HTML. Among the interesting things are length of some of these papers. They list everything no matter how minor it may be. I don't want to downplay their achievements because their backgrounds are pretty impressive; but after about 50 entries on a CV, some of the listed media highlights seem like the equivilent to being an extra in a Burger King commercial that played on the CBC. "1979 - Have It Your Way Campaign - Restaurant patron enjoying a Whopper in background, third table to the left - segment played between Front Page Challenge and Danger Bay". Another discovery while wading through these documents was my uncle's masters thesis listed among the hundreds one board member had supervised over the years. But more disturbing is the amount of personal information these people are allowing on the net...need a Social Insurance Number and names of progeny for a new identity?

It's Winter Solstice. Looking for a place to sacrifice the Olsen Twins to Marduk today? Newgrange might be a suitable locale.

Wow for the first time I have a place to effectively store sauces in my car! And it works with any food!

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Again, internet translators are fun.

Exactly one year ago I was in Europe. I was burnt out and deathly ill at the time but I was in Europe. And I wish I was there again right now.

I'd like to nominate Matty for sainthood.

How come cheese tastes differently when melted?
How come coffee tastes even better some mornings?
How come some songs sound better played loud?

When I go through the coaching certification program for cycling, I'm going to recommend these as an addition to toolkits on training rides. The next time a budding young redneck leans out their window to make a "witty" comment, you can scatter some caltrops under the tires of their vehicle. Done discretely, they'll never even know it was you who destroyed their wheels. A hatchet/tirepump would also be good for inflicting damage but we want to keep things as semi-nonviolent as possible and keep legal ramifications to a minimum.

Judging from the nature of most cat calls, it would make you think that these truck driving yokels have yet to come to grips with their latent homosexual tendencies and that sheep back on the farm are in for a "treat" when they get home.

But Sourpuss always liked it

Hope they release the Bakshi version of Mighty Mouse on DVD sometime.

Once again thinking of moving. No one seems to be going for my suggestion of turning their garage into an apartment like Fonzie's. If anyone changes their mind you know where to get a hold of me.

Have a feeling I'll be up all night. Is it okay if I phone around 2:30am? I won't talk long.

Today's mood is definitely one where buying sweatpants seems like a viable option.

Well that phone call makes this month much easier.

HOW TO WRITE A BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN SONG : A I HATE MUSIC CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE SPECIAL

I hate those worthless imitations.

What would you say are your shortcomings?
Well, it takes me a long time to learn anything, I'm kind of a goof-off, a little stuff starts disappearing from the workplace...

Mmmm black sludge pooling in the sink and not draining. It would be so nice to blow the bathroom straight to hell. Maybe this is yet another notification to move.

Sip. sip. sip.

This album has been in the family for as long as I can remember. For all these years I've never listened to it nor had any idea who Frank Ifield was. I always remember seeing it in the collection along with everything else I never listened to like Al Hirt (who I always thought was Sebastian Cabot) and James Last. That is, until last night, when I was asked to make a copy of it. And now I'm glad to never have listened to it before and wish I could remain ignorant about who he is.

This evenings pukefest by Pushkin started with him throwing up, then running through it leaving a trail of pukey paw prints on the floor.