Another Awesome day

Today, I slept until noon. Then, I went and had lunch at Jordan and Anne's. Then, we spent two hours in the paddleboat, cruising around and hassling the wildlife. We drank gin. Then, I cooked supper, and now we're gonna drink more gin.

Anne spent roughly of 75% of today looking at her ring. I didn't think chicks actually did that. Shows what I know.

T.

Awesome day

I had a totally awesome day. I slept until around noon, and then I went over to Jordan and Anne's for smokies. After that, we decided to go up to the National Park and walk the Boundary Bog trail. It was a gorgeous day, sunny and warm, with the sounds and smells of springtime; I feel so sorry for you suckers trapped in the city. We stopped off at Elk Ridge for a bite on the way home, and now we're going to have a few drinks and maybe throw in a movie.

Oh yeah, Jordan and Anne are getting married, so if you talk to them, wish them congratulations, ok? Remember, you heard it here first.

Stickin' out with your chicken out,

T.

Breakfast Cereal Idea

I had an idea for a new kind of breakfast cereal. At least I think it's new, since I've never seen a cereal like this before. Anyway, my idea is for a cereal that tastes like bran muffins, since bran muffins are pretty much the only remaining breakfast-type food that hasn't already been given it's own breakfast-cereal incarnation.

My problem is that I really don't know how to go about making my ceral idea into a reality. Do I just write a letter to Kellog's and say, "make cereal that tastes like bran muffins"? Somehow, I don't think that would work. And even if it DID work, how would I make them pay me for my great idea? And then there's the problem of the texture of the cereal. With cereal, your only real options are "soggy", and "crunchy", and neither one is going to translate well to something that tastes vaguely like a bran muffin. As if that's not enough, there's the whole raisin issue. Do you add little tiny chunks of raisin to the muffin-bits, or to you just throw in whole raisins that will be the same size as the muffin-chunks themselves?

You know what? Screw it. Who the hell is going to buy a breakfast cereal that tastes like bran muffins anyways? Clearly, this temporary period of unemployment has given me altogether too much free time. Sorry about this, guys. I'm sorry I wasted your time. I promise not to write anything else unless it is at least slightly less stupid than this.

T.

Unemployed!

I'm unemployed. My last day of work was yesterday, and my new job hasn't started yet, so I've got a couple of days off to relax and finish packing. I'm moving on Tuesday, so if I don't see/hear from any of you between now and then, so long, suckers.

We had my going away/end of exams party on Friday night, and it was a good time. The turnout was decent, and we got a keg, and a good time was had by all. I wound up going out for a couple of drinks with Megan (Meaghan?...Maygun?) and her friend Amy (Aimee?) after the party started to wind down. Maybe later I'll post some pictures from the party.

Since I really don't have anything else to do for the next couple of days, I think I'll park my ass in front of the TV and watch a ridiculous amount of playoff hockey.

Later,

T.

House Parties Rule!

Happy 4/20, Everybody

Happy 4/20, everybody. For those of you who are curious as to the origins of the term "420", here.

4 more days

I only have 4 more days of work here in Saskatoon. Then, I'll have a couple of days to finish packing/moving, and then I'm OUT OF HERE! Woot! Maybe it's just the time of year, maybe it's the prospect of a new job, but I cannot wait to get out of the city. It smells. And it's dirty. All I want to do is shove my boat into the water, drink a case of beer, fire up the bbq, and take a nap in the sun out in the middle of the lake. And I SURE as SHIT can't do that in the city, which is why the city sucks.

I want you all to put on the song, "Up to the Country" by Canned Heat. I know you've got it lying around somewhere. Put it on. Crank it up real loud, and imagine me flying down the highway, drinking a slurpee, and giving Saskatoon the finger as it fades into the distance in the background. You will all be jealous of me and my awesome summer, and rightfully so.

Ain't nobody dope as me,

T.

I like cartoons with monkeys in them

This cartoon has a monkey in it. It also makes a strong statment about the history of art. I think. I'm not sure what that statement is, but there's probably one in there somewhere. Whatever. I like monkeys, and I defy any of you to tell me honestly that you don't.

T.

Some People Have Too Much Free Time

This could be the start of something big. Imagine the possibilities. Like the '87 Canada Cup done entirely on Nintendo's 8-bit classic, "Ice Hockey". Even better would be Tommy Salo's Olympic nightmare against Belarus, re-created using the worst hockey game ever made, "NHL Stanley Cup" for the SNES.

If I had more time and motivation, I might actually do these things. But I don't, so I won't.

In other news, I got my first real look at the inner workings of the Sunnyside Bar. Aside from needing a serious scrubbing, it all looks very do-able. The kitchen's big enough, and assuming that all the appliances do what they're supposed to do, we should be in business. And the suite above the bar, where I'll be staying roughly 50% of the time, is actually really nice. With a little luck and several truckloads of hard work, that place could actually be ready to go by May Long.

T.

I'm going to the lake! WOO!

I've got the next couple of days off, so I'm headed up to Emma for the next two days. I'm also going to go have a look at the Sunnyside bar, so that I can figure out exactly what we'll have to do to that place to have it ready to go by May Long. I think the first thing I'll do is go into the kitchen and turn everything on, just to see what works and what doesn't.

It's really exciting to get in on something like this on the ground floor. And even though I know that it will be a ridiculous amount of work, I'm sure it'll be a lot of fun, too. The next thing I need to do is come up with a rough draft of the menu. I've got this idea for a sandwich: it's chicken fingers, mozza sticks, and french fries, deep fried, tossed in marinara sauce, and then jammed into a sub bun. I'm going to call it "The AWESOME!", and it will be 100% diet-proof. But I mean really, the sort of people who go on a diet at the lake in the summertime aren't the sort of people I'm trying to impress.

Thawed out with your prod out,

T.

WTF

And now, a message from the what-the-fuck department:


What the fuck.

I can't understand how these sorts of things are allowed to happen. Can you imagine if you were serving overseas, and when you got home, somebody had completely screwed you over by stealing your identity and signing you up for a handful of credit cards? Not to mention the fact that some of that information could be completely devastating to U.S. military operations. Were I an American, I would be FURIOUS about this. But I'm not an American, so I'm really more bemused than anything else.

T.

Funny animations and a DANCE CONTEST!

First of all, here.

Second of all, here.

I like the cartoons with the little dog-thing. They're funny.

I also want to make a video and enter the fancy-dance contest. But I don't have a video camera, and even if I did, I don't know how to take a video of me dancing like a moron and put it online. So, if anyone would like to help me win the "fancy-dancer 2006" competition, drop me a line. I've got a couple of sweet moves that I'm just DYING to release on the unsuspecting populace.

Makin' out with your bacon out,

T.

Giving Notice

I gave my notice at work a couple of days ago. My 2 1/2 years of employment at the University of Saskatchewan will come to an end in just two weeks. I'm sure once I'm gone, I'll miss it, but it's time for me to do something else. It was a really good job, which is why I was there for so long, but I've got a hankerin' for something new, and I'm looking forward to a change of scenery. I'll be spending the summer up at Emma Lake, working for my friend Brett at the Sunnyside Bar. I'll talk about this more another time.

In other Tomas-related news, I got a letter in the mail from the U of R. They would like me to go down to Regina for an interview on the first of May. That's the last hurdle I need to clear before I'm allowed to pay ridiculous sums of money in exchange for a little piece of paper that says I showed up to class regularly for two years. Seriously though, I'm looking forward to the prospect of going back to school. 3 years of working will do that to you.

This video really made me laugh. But I like laughing at stupid people.
http://www.virob.com/virob/videos/657.html

PB4Ugo2bed,

T.

I Forgot About My Johari Window

Like the title says, I forgot about my Johari Window. For those of you who don't know, it's basically a little dealie where you get to see how your self-image matches to / diverges from the way other people see you. It's flawed, but still entertaining.

Anywho, the results are in. My dominant traits were:

Intelligent: 60%
Relaxed: 50%
Spontaneous: 50%
Confident: 40%
Extroverted: 40%
Silly: 40%
Witty: 40%

I'm surprised that only 50% of respondants picked "relaxed", since that's the closest thing they had to "lazy". And out of the 6 I picked myself, only two of them are among the 7 most popular choices.

If you want to contribute to the experiment, go here.

If you just want to look at the results in full, go here

Now get outta here. Stop wasting your time reading my nonsense. Go for a walk, or something. It's probably beautiful out.

T.

Stupid English.

I've actually been following the news lately, since I could potentially have an interview for the College of Journalism coming up, and my good looks and charm will only get me so far. I've been keeping an eye on the anti-immigration-law-protest-march-things, since that whole mess could potentially become the most divisive issue in the U.S. since Vietnam. (It also seems like a rather clever way to divert the attention of the American people from that nasty bit of business over in Iraq, but I digress). The only reason I'm telling you all this is because it sets up my mildly amusing anecdote about how I'm kind of dumb sometimes.

I saw a headline on the Drudge Report that confused the dink out of me. It said, "Rainiest March on Record in West". I thought to myself, "who in the world keeps track of how rainy it is during a march? What's the point of that?" Then I realized that the news report wasn't about a bunch of people tromping around, carrying signs, shouting slogans, and getting a record amount of precipitation. It was actually about the MONTH of MARCH.

The moral of the story is: Don't feel bad if you're stupid sometimes. It happens to everyone, even someone as awesome as me.

T.

ps Happy Birthday, Kendra.