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An ongoing log mainly concerned with the bowel movements of small mammals - or so it seems.
Monday, February 27, 2006 You know what an attractive look is? 60ish hard looking transvestite, jeans with dirty leg warmers over top.
Sunday, February 26, 2006 Why is there a Rock and Roll Hall of Fame? Why is it in Cleveland? And why don't more bands see through the stupidity of all and reject it like the Sex Pistols?
Their handwritten response on John Lydon's site .
Thursday, February 23, 2006 Tuesday, February 21, 2006 ![]() Some people call it figure skating. I prefer to call it pole dancing on ice. You know with the floozy outfits and the always classy "show the judges your crotch on the fly-by" move. It's what sport is all about.
Monday, February 20, 2006 ![]() ![]() Is Kraft based in Torino or something? The Olympic mascots look like the Stay Puff Marshmellow man's mutant children. They're getting close to rivaling the blue sperm that was the Atlanta Whatzit for bad mascots.
Thursday, February 16, 2006 For the last week I've nearly been hit by a car everyday coming or going to work so I've been consciously trying to ride safer. And today because of the -23 Celsius temperature I decided to leave extra early to avoid any possible vehicular troubles. Which worked fine till I got to the last major road crossing. This time it wasn't a near miss for me, but the driver who was stopping to let me cross got rammed from behind by the minivan behind him. I was actually not going to cross till both cars went by and tried to wave the first car through - it was pretty obvious from my view that the guy behind wouldn't be able to brake in time because of the ice. But my traffic cop signals were for naught and he got up it up the flash pipe.
All of this crash potential also goes to re-inforce my pre-travel crash karma. It always seems like just before a trip or vacation, I'd find a way to have an accident regardless of how careful I was. To the point where my parents would warn me before we went on vacation to try not to injure myself before we left town.
Wednesday, February 15, 2006 Podstar Runner or Strongbad emails for your video iPod. Now I'm sad that I fixed my iPod's battery and instead of buying a new one. Oh yeah it was the $480 CAD difference.
Monday, February 13, 2006 Sunday, February 12, 2006 ![]() I missed the whole crazy Sly Stone Grammy appearance but found this footage of Sly Stone coked out on the Dick Cavett Show over on BuddyHead. Poor Sly. But probably the only way to tolerate Dick Cavett in person.
Thursday, February 09, 2006 Okay so now I'm thinking more about my near accident again. I'm starting to blame my red Rossignol beanie because I seem to be having a lot of close calls when I wear it. Or maybe the wrong number from Scotland at 1am last night wasn't someone looking for their relative but someone putting a curse on me.
Now biking with 110% more tard.
Almost got nailed by a car riding in to work today. It was my own fault, pulling a bike courier maneouver. The driver was probably freaked more than I was - I've become kind of desensitizied to crashing. Or maybe I'll have a huge adrenaline at coffee time and start puking.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006 A case has been tonight that Coldplay is the new version of Supertramp. I'm going to fully endorse this analysis because I hate both bands. Can't wait till Chris Martin falls off the face of the planet with his taped fingers and = sign felt pen marked hands.
Sunday, February 05, 2006 There's somethings in life you can do without. One of them is the sounds of the skanky neighbour having sex at 3:30 am. That's 5 minutes of my life I can never have back...Now how to soundproof that wall...
Saturday, February 04, 2006 I don't understand how such a wee beastie can produce so much frickin poo in one day. And then spread that poo all over the place with some puke sprinkled in. If I had a bowel problem I'd be more inclined NOT to poop somewhere that I sleep. But maybe that's what separates us from the animals.
Friday, February 03, 2006 ![]() And while I'm at it, the Hall of Doucebags. The only thing missing is a picture of all the band caught jumping in the air at the same time.
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