Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Painting a landscape


So I mowed the lawn for the first time this year. And may I say: It was excellent. I really like mowing the lawn. Not only does it allow you to get out and enjoy nature and such, but it also allows you to get out and destroy it a bit too. I’m also getting pretty good at small engine repair. But cutting grass is a bit more than that. It’s a little like an art. An art where you burn gas. Like that guy I saw on Daily Planet who paints with jet engines. Nevermind. On second thought, that might not be art – or maybe art for suckers - but he is burning gas.
Anways, back to the lawn. It’s like a game of snake, except you can mow over your tail, and when you’re done the lawn, it looks pretty and you have an excellent sense of accomplishment, and a sunburn. Awesome.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Super sunburn

I am all about being sunburnt... Today I painted a wheelbarrow. Green if you must know.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

House of pain

My face has been having a bad week. And it’s not good face pain, like when I get knocked around playing hockey. Instead I look like I was trying to lick the egg beater while it was still plugged in. It all started with the zit from hell. The zit wasn’t so bad at first, but I popped it and then it’s right by my fat mouth. Since I can never leave well enough alone, my hands are always going here and there, and it won’t heal properly. It’s Kinda like when you bite the side of your tongue and then it’s a little bit swollen and you can’t stop biting it. Fwig! And then this morning I cut my lip and then my chin shaving. That tells me I need to get a new blade, but it has also left me with an unsightly dark scab on my upper lip. And because I lead a some-sort of bachelor life, my eating habits are based upon necessity (in other words: I eat like a pig at home) and that scab keeps getting bombarded with food and opening up. In the wise words of Shikamaru Nara: “what a drag.” Apart from that, I’m always banging my forehead on something, but I’m used to that. It comes with being too tall.
Now, If only I could get some of that good face pain.

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Contributory Negligence



I have four finals this week. Two down. I'm not too worried though.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Dish cloths and Scotch-Brite pads

Has anyone else seen the new Canadian Tire commercial, where the lady holds her breath, and runs into the kitchen to wash some dishes because her sponge thing smells too bad to continue. Then it's a commercial for some new odour fighting soap/sponge handle. Really!?!? [you now have to imagine i'm saying it like Seth or Amy on SNL]... Really?!?! Don't waste your money on chump devices like that. All you have to do is rinse your dish cloth and Scotch-Brite pad when you finish the dishes, squeeze them out and hang them to dry. You now have merely to wash the cloth in the laundry once in a while, and replace the pad when it disintegrates. If you have a bottle brush, rinse and shake. Stinkiness will be a thing of the past in your sink, unless you leave dirty plates too long in there. But who could resist washing the dishes for any real length of time.

Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Ruminations on Speed


Nah, i'm not trippin' balls, but I have been thinking about the movie again. Jack Traven is our hero, protagonist, main guy, A1#1. And he wears the most practical vest ever. Then we have Howard Payne, antagonist, jerk extraordinaire. But really Payne is Jack, only 30 years later. He's the bad guy, so they say he's 'evil', a 'madman'. But really, disillusionment is the real bad guy. Jack just got older, a wild-man, taking risks for a job he once believed in, but one year he wakes up and he's 65. Something's missing. He's never been able to commit to anything in his life but his job and the thrill is gone, he's pushing paper, and then they tell him to go home. A gold watch. A tiny pension. If only there was some way to get that thrill back, and get rich too. Well...Admittedly, things blowing up is cool.

Friday, April 4, 2008

To oblivion, and beyond!!!!


Well, I like riding the bus, but only leisurely bus riding. If you have to get somewhere, it's quite slow, and in Peterborough, not so reliable. I often take it to go to the library. Time is not pressing, so I can spend the time turning my music way loud and looking at stuff as it goes by. I suppose I could do that even if time was pressing. Anyways, angsty rock music is my favourite.
It also gives me the opportunity to hone my non-eye contact skills. I can bring anti-social to a new level on the bus.
The other excellent thing about transit systems in general is the colour coded route lines. Theres something to be said for those solid block lines weaving about among a bunch of bold sans serif local names.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

Gundam Suit


http://watch.discoverychannel.ca/daily-planet/march-2008/daily-planet-march-25-2008/#clip40856

This guy in Alaska is awesome. He built a Gundam suit. It's not quite Nirvash, but sooner or later.