Thursday, March 30, 2006


I've been saying it for years: Nickelback sucks. They suck so hard.

There's the proof. Please, get these asshats off my radio.


Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Screw you, Blogger, you Bastard!

OK, I fixed the bullshit where you had to have an account to leave comments. What kind of jackassery is that? It's not like it actually PREVENTS anyone from commenting, it just makes it a hassle for my friends to leave me messages. Anyway, now you are all free to comment all you want, without having to become a member. And don't blog with blogger. They're stupid fartfaces.


Sunday, March 26, 2006


This is a bizarre little game. I know that it's been kicking around for a while, but I just recently rediscovered it, and I still think it's cool.

check it out if you've got some time to kill.


Keg Parties Rule!

I went to a keg party tonight. I don't know the name of the people who's house it was, and I don't remember the name of the girl who was throwing the party, that doesn't matter. What matters is that I got drunk. Yay!

In other news, nothing else interesting has happened to me in the last day or so.

laugh out with your staff out, (the cock-rhyme is BACK!)


Saturday, March 25, 2006

Old Joe and the Truth Hurts TOTALLY RULE!

I just got back from a show at the Brass Monkey. It was AWESOME! "Green Bottle Street" opened for "Old Joe and the Truth Hurts", and it was a really excellent time. I got me a CD and a shirt, and I swiped the set list so I can hang it on my wall. It's always good to see those guys perform.

In other news, I wrote my journalism exam last week, and I should be hearing from the U of R soon. Hopefully I did well enough on the test that I'll be given an interview. But Holy CRAP is the application process long and drawn-out. By the time I know whether or not I actually get in, I might not want to GO anymore. Oh well. We'll see what happens.

and before I forget, follow this link:



March 21, 2006
Despite my big mouth and my tendency to act like a jerk, I consider myself to be an openminded, accepting person who is tolerant of other people's beliefs and opinions.
But I just read this article:

Fuck this. Fuck anybody who believes this. If there's one thing I CAN'T tolerate, it's intolerance. Hmm. This is quite a conundrum. OK, I've got it: I'm intolerant of intolerance, and I am FURIOUS about my inability to overcome my OWN intolerance regarding people who are intolerant. Everybody catch that?


And how about this: If Hillary Clinton somehow manages to get elected President of the U.S., we may be witnessing an interesting new trend in American politics. First Bush gets elected. Then Clinton gets in. Then Bush's SON get's in. THEN, Bill Clinton's WIFE gets elected. If Hillary wins, will she be succeeded by another member of the Bush family? To be followed, of course, by one of the Clinton daughters? Could the United States be moving towards a bizzare state of pseudo-monarchy, ruled by two families who take turns getting elected?


But, if husband-wife teams can get elected, you could have the same two people running the country for 16 straight years. THAT is an interesting possibility. If this works, we could POTENTIALLY have a situation where two people form a "political marriage" with the intention of becoming president 4 times in a row. OMIGOD I just had the best idea for a sitcom! WOW! OK, check this: two gay guys from California get married, and THEN they get elected President! One of them will be conservative, and one will be FLAMING! One will be a neat freak, the other one will be MESSY! It practically writes itself!

I am going to be SUPER RICH off this idea. Nobody better steal it, or they'll be entering a Walter Sobchak-like WORLD of PAIN.


HVC was A-OK!

Sunday, March 19, 2006. 4:32 AM

We just wrapped up our third game in the HVC. We won our first game in a shootout, we won our second game by default, and we won our third game 3-2. Close, hard-fought games. I got two goals in the first one, and a helper in the second one. In our first game, we played the team that knocked us out of the tournament last year. They were up 1-0 at halftime, and then they got a quick one right off the faceoff in the 2nd half. I got a pair of goals in about 90 seconds to tie it up, and then we traded goals in the final 5 minutes to get to the shootout. Pawliuk scored the only goal in the SO, and we celebrated our glorious victory.

I took a pretty nasty spill after getting tripped in the first game, and banged up my knee a little, but nothing serious. It sounds silly, but I play better when somebody takes a shot at me, or tries to start some shit. I guess a little confrontation gets the old heart pumping, and the adrenaline going, and it really gets you into the spirit of the game.

ps We wound up making it all the way to the semi-finals, where we lost by one goal. Our loss dropped us to the B-side, where we wound up getting knocked out in the semis AGAIN, this time in a shootout. Still, a wonderful effort and a solid performance from the Geeks in Motion. And like the Toronto Maple Leafs say, "there's always next year".


I'm Back, Biochichos!

Here's my new blog, everybody! I've been thinking about starting a new one since my old one went tits-up, but Rilla forced my hand by sending me an email entitled "BLOG DAMMIT". So here I go. I've been writing on-and-off since Saskblogs went under, so now I can give you what you've all been missing. Away we GO!

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

My blog died. Dammit. All that AWESOME stuff, and it's gone. All of it. The pictures. The cock-rhyme games. The links I posted. So much two-fisted cool, and it's all just a memory. Stupid Saskblogs. What the fuck does Saskatchewan need it's own blog server for, anyways? Re-god-damn-diculus. But oh no, I wanted to use Saskblogs because it was local, and small, and that's always better than big, and efficient, and impersonal, right? Anyways, this NEW blog is going to be a tribute to my OLD blog. It was so awesome. At least we have our memories.
Maybe it's good this happened. I didn't really want to write in my blog that much until it got taken away. Then I wanted to write SO BAD, and I was SO CROSS because I COULDN'T...Also, there was some embarrassing stuff on the old one, and I put up that really bad picture of Anne. And let's be honest, that cock-rhyme game was getting kind of old.

Out on the town with your trousers down,


ps Rilla had never heard of "booze-cruise". Isn't that weird?