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Curtis: Over Two Decades Experience With Angry Belligerence
Thursday, April 29, 2004
My Uncle Had A Saying, Kill Em All And Let God Sort It Out. Unfortunatly One Day He Tried To Put That In To Practice . It Took 75 Federal Marshalls To Bring Him Down, Now Let Us Never Speak Of It Again.
So good times had by all, and I learned something important last night. To get a girl to sexy dance with me, all I need is to buy them a drink. Awesome.
So Sunday is the 1 6 8 challenge, and you all should be there. Hopefully Chris will remember he agreed to it and won't try to get out of it or something. Anybody who does not wish to partake is more then welcome to come as well, I imagine. I suppose it's Ben's house not mine, but I'm sure it's fine.
Just in case anybody doesn't know, the point of the 1 6 8 challenge is for a group of us to drink 168 beer, which is the amount needed to cover Ben's coffee table with cans. With 7 of us, it works out to an even 24 each, which is only like 2 beer an hour for 12 hours, hardly even a challenge at all really.
Be there. Bring camera's, we must document it.
So good times had by all, and I learned something important last night. To get a girl to sexy dance with me, all I need is to buy them a drink. Awesome.
So Sunday is the 1 6 8 challenge, and you all should be there. Hopefully Chris will remember he agreed to it and won't try to get out of it or something. Anybody who does not wish to partake is more then welcome to come as well, I imagine. I suppose it's Ben's house not mine, but I'm sure it's fine.
Just in case anybody doesn't know, the point of the 1 6 8 challenge is for a group of us to drink 168 beer, which is the amount needed to cover Ben's coffee table with cans. With 7 of us, it works out to an even 24 each, which is only like 2 beer an hour for 12 hours, hardly even a challenge at all really.
Be there. Bring camera's, we must document it.
Monday, April 26, 2004
Hell Ain't A Bad Place
Last year, Andy and I would often have conversations about me being a Super Hero. We talked about what my costume would be, my powers, my arch enemy and generally how I would go about fighting crime. But I could never think of a good name.
For some reason, I can never think of what to name people. When I played video games, D and D, or anything else I could never think of a name for the characters that I didn't think sounded retarded about 3 seconds after I had wrote it down. I always inevitably just used the names of people I knew in real life. I swear if I ever wrote a novel the absolute hardest part for me would be in naming the characters. I don't even think I could do it, I'd get somebody else to. That just seems odd to me.
I don't particulary think I'll have kids, but if I do I know I won't be the one naming them. Their mother will have to be the one responsible for that because I'll be even more useless then I usually am when it comes to dealing with children.
Last year, Andy and I would often have conversations about me being a Super Hero. We talked about what my costume would be, my powers, my arch enemy and generally how I would go about fighting crime. But I could never think of a good name.
For some reason, I can never think of what to name people. When I played video games, D and D, or anything else I could never think of a name for the characters that I didn't think sounded retarded about 3 seconds after I had wrote it down. I always inevitably just used the names of people I knew in real life. I swear if I ever wrote a novel the absolute hardest part for me would be in naming the characters. I don't even think I could do it, I'd get somebody else to. That just seems odd to me.
I don't particulary think I'll have kids, but if I do I know I won't be the one naming them. Their mother will have to be the one responsible for that because I'll be even more useless then I usually am when it comes to dealing with children.
Sunday, April 25, 2004
There Was This One Time I Flipped Off A Box Of Kittens...
The Jimmer, man. That was great. Truely cinimatic triumph.
Drunk again
So next Sunday, Ben, Andy, Josh and I need people to help us drink at least 168 beers to fill up a table. Any takers? Chris, Suz, others, I know you guys should be all up ons. Please? Cause we're going to do it if we do it alone, and you don't want us to die do you? At least some of us that is. So come and do it, Ben's place, Sunday, starting 12 and going until needed, 168, be there.
The Jimmer, man. That was great. Truely cinimatic triumph.
Drunk again
So next Sunday, Ben, Andy, Josh and I need people to help us drink at least 168 beers to fill up a table. Any takers? Chris, Suz, others, I know you guys should be all up ons. Please? Cause we're going to do it if we do it alone, and you don't want us to die do you? At least some of us that is. So come and do it, Ben's place, Sunday, starting 12 and going until needed, 168, be there.
Friday, April 23, 2004
All The Stuff That Makes You Laugh and Cry
That's it, not Here's to you Mrs Fleckenstein, don't try and chance it. Cause if you do you're wrong
That's it, not Here's to you Mrs Fleckenstein, don't try and chance it. Cause if you do you're wrong
Falling Down
So once again, here I am drunk, and here I am with Andy behind me. So you can say things to him, though I don't know if he'll hear it. So try your best if you want. Though I would imagine calling him is better. By the way, Andy is awesome!!!
Tonight, there was this guy who threw a cart at us, Andy got out of the way, Josh got hit in the arm and I caught it and threw it to the side. It might have hit him but did nothing really, but I caught it and said "Yeah Whatever Pal" after it hit Josh and tossed it back. Then one of the people there, though not who threw it at us, took offence. So he came over, and said "you got a problem with my friends" and I just said pretty much "I've got no Problem" He then shook my hand and said "I've got no problem with that, I respect that."
But you know what, I wanted him to take a shot at me, I wanted a punch aimed at my face that I could respond to. Though I don't want to be the agressor in a fight, I am certainly more then willing, and desirous of testing my ability in a fight against others. That's always been me, I don't know why. Andy is Awesome!
If i was andy, i still wouldnt be half as awesome as andy it. andy andy andy andy.
So once again, here I am drunk, and here I am with Andy behind me. So you can say things to him, though I don't know if he'll hear it. So try your best if you want. Though I would imagine calling him is better. By the way, Andy is awesome!!!
Tonight, there was this guy who threw a cart at us, Andy got out of the way, Josh got hit in the arm and I caught it and threw it to the side. It might have hit him but did nothing really, but I caught it and said "Yeah Whatever Pal" after it hit Josh and tossed it back. Then one of the people there, though not who threw it at us, took offence. So he came over, and said "you got a problem with my friends" and I just said pretty much "I've got no Problem" He then shook my hand and said "I've got no problem with that, I respect that."
But you know what, I wanted him to take a shot at me, I wanted a punch aimed at my face that I could respond to. Though I don't want to be the agressor in a fight, I am certainly more then willing, and desirous of testing my ability in a fight against others. That's always been me, I don't know why. Andy is Awesome!
If i was andy, i still wouldnt be half as awesome as andy it. andy andy andy andy.
Thursday, April 22, 2004
Andy Is Back
And I am drunk. But the important thing is that Andy is back. And is by far the most bestest guy ever. That is why stuff is more better with everything. And in any case I am happier because I am done my exams and that is awesome though nothing compares to Andy being back, which is by far better.
And I am drunk. But the important thing is that Andy is back. And is by far the most bestest guy ever. That is why stuff is more better with everything. And in any case I am happier because I am done my exams and that is awesome though nothing compares to Andy being back, which is by far better.
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
That's The Way It's Going To Be, The Earth Vs Me
Well, today I realized I set new self records for apathetic effort in a class. While studying for my final exam, I found that I had 7 days worth of notes from the class, out of what I think would have been 18 total. And two of the days that I did have had less then half a page.
Now I only have 1 day of notes since the midterm, out of 5, and that is what the exam is about. Not to mention I didn't buy the textbook we needed for the last half of the semester and when I tried today they were all gone. Also, this is the class that I have the least chance of being able to bullshit a question with any sort of effectiveness because I only have the vaguest of grasp on it, so needless to say I'm somewhat concerned....somewhat.
Oh and this is also the teacher I've mentioned before as being the worst one I've ever had. And not only did she miss the presentation of a huge group project that we did, she's also not going to be there for the exam. Truely she is a bastion of greatness.
But being worried about an exam really isn't my style, so instead of studying now and trying to slog through the godaweful 150 page article that I should be reading for the exam, I'm here. Because I don't really have the energy to care anymore. All exams should be in class ones so that you don't forget things and start to lose the drive (in my case it was never that large) to do well. I had a week and a half off between last day and first exams, that's a lot of time for you to stop caring and start believeing it's summer.
Well, today I realized I set new self records for apathetic effort in a class. While studying for my final exam, I found that I had 7 days worth of notes from the class, out of what I think would have been 18 total. And two of the days that I did have had less then half a page.
Now I only have 1 day of notes since the midterm, out of 5, and that is what the exam is about. Not to mention I didn't buy the textbook we needed for the last half of the semester and when I tried today they were all gone. Also, this is the class that I have the least chance of being able to bullshit a question with any sort of effectiveness because I only have the vaguest of grasp on it, so needless to say I'm somewhat concerned....somewhat.
Oh and this is also the teacher I've mentioned before as being the worst one I've ever had. And not only did she miss the presentation of a huge group project that we did, she's also not going to be there for the exam. Truely she is a bastion of greatness.
But being worried about an exam really isn't my style, so instead of studying now and trying to slog through the godaweful 150 page article that I should be reading for the exam, I'm here. Because I don't really have the energy to care anymore. All exams should be in class ones so that you don't forget things and start to lose the drive (in my case it was never that large) to do well. I had a week and a half off between last day and first exams, that's a lot of time for you to stop caring and start believeing it's summer.
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
I Seem to Excell At Kicking People In The Pills
You know what I hate? When somebody tells you "we need to talk" or something to that effect but for whatever reason it doesn't happen then. Like say for example you get a message on your answering machine, or ICQ or whatever saying that but of course you can't talk about it then, because its just a mesage. I hate this situation because of what my thought process about the matter is.
Oh shit, what did I do?
Did I say something to them recently that was offensive?
Have I done something offensive?
Not that I know of, maybe I was drunk and don't remember?
But they weren't there that night, shit maybe I called them!
*Check Cell Phone* No, not that, well maybe I was on the net. But I wasn't near a computer!
Maybe I said something to somebody else and they found out.
Ahhhh I don't know, I JUST DON'T FUCKING KNOW!!
It's actually one of the few things in life the stresses me out. Although often enough it hasn't been about anything that I did, but I just naturally jump to the worst possible conclusion and try to figure out what the hell I might have done to need to be talked to. Anticipation always makes things worse, so if anybody ever needs to talk to me you should just do it so I don't have to systematially try and go over every stupid thing that I've done.
You know what I hate? When somebody tells you "we need to talk" or something to that effect but for whatever reason it doesn't happen then. Like say for example you get a message on your answering machine, or ICQ or whatever saying that but of course you can't talk about it then, because its just a mesage. I hate this situation because of what my thought process about the matter is.
Oh shit, what did I do?
Did I say something to them recently that was offensive?
Have I done something offensive?
Not that I know of, maybe I was drunk and don't remember?
But they weren't there that night, shit maybe I called them!
*Check Cell Phone* No, not that, well maybe I was on the net. But I wasn't near a computer!
Maybe I said something to somebody else and they found out.
Ahhhh I don't know, I JUST DON'T FUCKING KNOW!!
It's actually one of the few things in life the stresses me out. Although often enough it hasn't been about anything that I did, but I just naturally jump to the worst possible conclusion and try to figure out what the hell I might have done to need to be talked to. Anticipation always makes things worse, so if anybody ever needs to talk to me you should just do it so I don't have to systematially try and go over every stupid thing that I've done.
Monday, April 19, 2004
Cause I'm A Wrathchild
I was thinking the other day about what turned me into the cynical, smark alec, sarcastic, overly agressive jerk that I am today. What event could have transpired that changed me from a child into what I am today. But then thinking back I realized something, I've always kind of been like this. Even as far back as Elementary I can remember such behavior. It just took me years to refine it and fine tune it to the unstopable mass of agravation that I am today. Some people are born jerks, some achieve jerkiness and others have jerkiness thrust upon them. I'm definatly number one. And I don't mean jerkiness like as in irradic dance moves, though I've got some of them too.
I was thinking the other day about what turned me into the cynical, smark alec, sarcastic, overly agressive jerk that I am today. What event could have transpired that changed me from a child into what I am today. But then thinking back I realized something, I've always kind of been like this. Even as far back as Elementary I can remember such behavior. It just took me years to refine it and fine tune it to the unstopable mass of agravation that I am today. Some people are born jerks, some achieve jerkiness and others have jerkiness thrust upon them. I'm definatly number one. And I don't mean jerkiness like as in irradic dance moves, though I've got some of them too.
Sunday, April 18, 2004
Corn
You know, I wanted to write more today but I'm just drawing a blank. So instead I will put up the lyrics to an Iron Maiden song that I like and remind everybody that Iron Maiden does rule over all that exists.
The Angel And The Gambler
Roll of the dice
Take a spin of the wheel
Out of your hands now
So how do you feel but you're never gonna win
You'd better go back again
Do you lucky
Or do you feel scared
Take that luck brings
And the devil may care
Buit you're down on your luck
And what the next day bring
Adrift on the ocean
Afloat on the daydream
Or lost in a maze
Or blind in the haze
So what does it matter
So why don't you answer
So why did you send
An angel to mend
Best make decisions
Before it's too late
Take all your chances
Take all hold of the reins
A roll of the dice
Ahead of the game again
Nothing to lose
But so much to gain
A little danger
It goes without saying
But what do you care
You're gonna go in the end
Gate open to heaven
Is ready and waiting
Or straight down to hell
Can go there as well
I'll suffer my craving
My soul not worth saving
So why don't you go
Just leave well alone
Don't you think I'm a saviour
Don't you think I could save you
Don't you think I could save your life
There's like a hunger
That knocks on your door
You've had a taste of it
Still you whant more
You've made your mistakes
Won't play it same again
You have been warned
But still you plunge in
You play high stakes
But there's nothing to win
You've only one life
And so many things to learn
The angel on one side
The devil the other
Which path do you take
Decisions to make
Arrive on the crossroads
You know where you're going
And what if you wait
It maybe too late
Don't you think I'm a saviour
Don't you think I could save you
Don't you think I could save Your life
You know, I wanted to write more today but I'm just drawing a blank. So instead I will put up the lyrics to an Iron Maiden song that I like and remind everybody that Iron Maiden does rule over all that exists.
The Angel And The Gambler
Roll of the dice
Take a spin of the wheel
Out of your hands now
So how do you feel but you're never gonna win
You'd better go back again
Do you lucky
Or do you feel scared
Take that luck brings
And the devil may care
Buit you're down on your luck
And what the next day bring
Adrift on the ocean
Afloat on the daydream
Or lost in a maze
Or blind in the haze
So what does it matter
So why don't you answer
So why did you send
An angel to mend
Best make decisions
Before it's too late
Take all your chances
Take all hold of the reins
A roll of the dice
Ahead of the game again
Nothing to lose
But so much to gain
A little danger
It goes without saying
But what do you care
You're gonna go in the end
Gate open to heaven
Is ready and waiting
Or straight down to hell
Can go there as well
I'll suffer my craving
My soul not worth saving
So why don't you go
Just leave well alone
Don't you think I'm a saviour
Don't you think I could save you
Don't you think I could save your life
There's like a hunger
That knocks on your door
You've had a taste of it
Still you whant more
You've made your mistakes
Won't play it same again
You have been warned
But still you plunge in
You play high stakes
But there's nothing to win
You've only one life
And so many things to learn
The angel on one side
The devil the other
Which path do you take
Decisions to make
Arrive on the crossroads
You know where you're going
And what if you wait
It maybe too late
Don't you think I'm a saviour
Don't you think I could save you
Don't you think I could save Your life
Of Course Now That I Mentioned It...
It changed back to not bolded, this appears to be one of those divine efforts to make me look like an idiot. But I can make myself look like an idiot just fine thank you.
It changed back to not bolded, this appears to be one of those divine efforts to make me look like an idiot. But I can make myself look like an idiot just fine thank you.
Everything On My Blog Seems To Be Bolded Now
No idea why, must be something to do with me being more awesomer then other people.
I bought a Bo the other day, along with a book on how to use it. For those who don't know what a bo is, it's a 6 foot long beating stick. And for anybody keeping track of my arsenal you might be aware of one thing. Now that I have a Katana, Bo, Nunchku and Ninjitsu book I'm well on my way to my ultimate goal of being the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
No idea why, must be something to do with me being more awesomer then other people.
I bought a Bo the other day, along with a book on how to use it. For those who don't know what a bo is, it's a 6 foot long beating stick. And for anybody keeping track of my arsenal you might be aware of one thing. Now that I have a Katana, Bo, Nunchku and Ninjitsu book I'm well on my way to my ultimate goal of being the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Wednesday, April 14, 2004
I Swear To God If One More Person Tells Me I Need a Haircut I'm Going to Feed Them Their Tongue
Haven't been on the net in a while, I expect I won't be very often anymore since I won't be at school, where I access the net.
So last Thursday which was Grawood night was fun. At least until the entire night becomes a blur aside from a few random memories. I was fine from about 5-10 I think and that's when it got like this bad.
Flicker
Walking Tif home, know I didn't make it all the way though I don't know why.
Flicker
A bouncer is asking me to leave, and trying to find my bookbag.
Flicker
Being forcefully escorted out by two bouncers, don't know why but I'm kind of dissapointed in myself. I mean I didn't want to be thrown out by that but if I was being a big enough jerk to deserve it then it should have taken 3 or 4 to do it.
Flicker
In the girls res at Dal (??). This is by far the most confusing part to me.
Flicker
Saying bye to Josh and going into my appartment where I crashed for a very long time. When I woke up, I checked my wallet to see that I had indeed spent all of the $80 that I had got out. Well I least I know why I can't remember anything.
Anyway, that having been said I'm getting so sick and tired of waking up with large gaps in my memories that I think I'm going to stop drinking when I got out, save maybe special occasions. I've said it before, but hopefully it will work this time. And what anybody else can do to help is not try and get me to drink, because I'm am a weak willed, pathetic individual with an arm more more rubber then muscle.
Haven't been on the net in a while, I expect I won't be very often anymore since I won't be at school, where I access the net.
So last Thursday which was Grawood night was fun. At least until the entire night becomes a blur aside from a few random memories. I was fine from about 5-10 I think and that's when it got like this bad.
Flicker
Walking Tif home, know I didn't make it all the way though I don't know why.
Flicker
A bouncer is asking me to leave, and trying to find my bookbag.
Flicker
Being forcefully escorted out by two bouncers, don't know why but I'm kind of dissapointed in myself. I mean I didn't want to be thrown out by that but if I was being a big enough jerk to deserve it then it should have taken 3 or 4 to do it.
Flicker
In the girls res at Dal (??). This is by far the most confusing part to me.
Flicker
Saying bye to Josh and going into my appartment where I crashed for a very long time. When I woke up, I checked my wallet to see that I had indeed spent all of the $80 that I had got out. Well I least I know why I can't remember anything.
Anyway, that having been said I'm getting so sick and tired of waking up with large gaps in my memories that I think I'm going to stop drinking when I got out, save maybe special occasions. I've said it before, but hopefully it will work this time. And what anybody else can do to help is not try and get me to drink, because I'm am a weak willed, pathetic individual with an arm more more rubber then muscle.
Thursday, April 08, 2004
Remember Kids, Just Rip Off Your Arm And You'll have a Handy Backscratcher
Well yesterday I worked on school stuff for pretty much 12 solid hours, and now aside from 3 exams I'm done. So I guess it was all worth it in the end. Though the essay might have been lackluster, though the finals might not have been prepared for properly, I'm still done and in the end that's what really matters.
Today I intend to call in sick to work, for the sole purpose of going to get wings and beer at the Grawood for the last time this year. Considering I have yet to call in sick, anywhere, ever, I think this is acceptable. If not, fuck em. Should anybody want to go to the Grawood as well, I would recommend it, though I hear there's a party going on tonight so I don't expect people to show. It'll just be Jon, Brad, Josh and I pounding back wave after wave of wings in beer until our table begins to resemble the lost mythical chicken graveyard.
Well yesterday I worked on school stuff for pretty much 12 solid hours, and now aside from 3 exams I'm done. So I guess it was all worth it in the end. Though the essay might have been lackluster, though the finals might not have been prepared for properly, I'm still done and in the end that's what really matters.
Today I intend to call in sick to work, for the sole purpose of going to get wings and beer at the Grawood for the last time this year. Considering I have yet to call in sick, anywhere, ever, I think this is acceptable. If not, fuck em. Should anybody want to go to the Grawood as well, I would recommend it, though I hear there's a party going on tonight so I don't expect people to show. It'll just be Jon, Brad, Josh and I pounding back wave after wave of wings in beer until our table begins to resemble the lost mythical chicken graveyard.
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
I Heart Boobs
Trying to write my final essay, it's going alright. I think I'm getting up at 7:00 tomorrow to try and do it which I'm not looking forward to but you do what you have to do, or in my case you do what your natural procrastinative (might be a word) tendencies force you do in order to avoid that always looming but never striking failure. I also have two exams tomorrow, I've studied for neither. Having over half an essay to write and two exams to study for in just over 12 hours might worry some people. Those kinds of people are wimps and communists.
Wish I didn't have to work though, I'll bet I could finish this sucker tonight. But alas the glamorous life of a parcel pickup lad calls to me and who am I to not accept the charges?
Trying to write my final essay, it's going alright. I think I'm getting up at 7:00 tomorrow to try and do it which I'm not looking forward to but you do what you have to do, or in my case you do what your natural procrastinative (might be a word) tendencies force you do in order to avoid that always looming but never striking failure. I also have two exams tomorrow, I've studied for neither. Having over half an essay to write and two exams to study for in just over 12 hours might worry some people. Those kinds of people are wimps and communists.
Wish I didn't have to work though, I'll bet I could finish this sucker tonight. But alas the glamorous life of a parcel pickup lad calls to me and who am I to not accept the charges?
Sunday, April 04, 2004
God I Hate This Fricking Essay
I just can't get anything to come out right, it's all crap. And I can't find the information I need to really make it good. So far I've got like 3 1/4 pages of a minimum 8 page essay out and I'm getting tapped already. I'm also afraid to go back and look at it, fearing that what I've put is crap so far and I'll have to erase it in disgust and start over. Blah, at least it's all over soon.
I just can't get anything to come out right, it's all crap. And I can't find the information I need to really make it good. So far I've got like 3 1/4 pages of a minimum 8 page essay out and I'm getting tapped already. I'm also afraid to go back and look at it, fearing that what I've put is crap so far and I'll have to erase it in disgust and start over. Blah, at least it's all over soon.
Ninja's
Filmed our group project today, and I've got to say I thought it went very well. It was lots of fun, as dressing up like a Ninja and staging a fight always must be. I don't think we'll get a great mark on it, but I'm still very pleased with it. Once we were done, we totally wanted to do some more filming of something. I think we're going to try and make a series at some point over the summer, that would be pretty cool. I'll bet we can think of some good stuff.
Filmed our group project today, and I've got to say I thought it went very well. It was lots of fun, as dressing up like a Ninja and staging a fight always must be. I don't think we'll get a great mark on it, but I'm still very pleased with it. Once we were done, we totally wanted to do some more filming of something. I think we're going to try and make a series at some point over the summer, that would be pretty cool. I'll bet we can think of some good stuff.
Saturday, April 03, 2004
Thursday.
Yes, I know it's Saturday, I'm not a moron...sometimes. But this is about my day Thursday, which was 1)Long and 2)Fun. And maybe a little bit 3)Drunk.
So I got up and 5:45 AM because I was working on a commerical that day, a Superstore commercial actually which was over in Dartmouth so I had to get up and cab my way over for 7:00AM. Once there my job basically consisted of moving some things from here to there and taking advantage of the food table, which included fresh pineapple. I hadn't had fresh pineapple in a long time and I've got to say it was a hell of a lot better then I remembered. It makes the canned kind taste like wrinkled ass.
Anyway, I did very little actual work, and the worst part of the day was listening to take after take of the Superstore commercial guy(I'm sure you've seen him) say the same corny lines over and over until I wanted to beat him to death with a frozen turkey. Or hit him with a pie, both were there in abundance. Oh the commercial was shot in a firestation so if you ever see a Superstore commercial with firemen that's the one I worked on.
As it turned out, the location was near a martial arts supply store that I had been wanting to get to, so during lunch I walked over and used up my pay for the day on some things. Including a book on Ninja techniques, which is one in a series of 5 written by the only North American certified master Ninjitsu teacher. I also found out that there is a person who teaches Ninjitsu in Halifax, which is pretty cool.
Worked til 4:30, then caught the ferry, which I hadn't been on in years, over to Halifax and walked to Superstore where I would then start working there at 6-11:30. It was a long day, but I enjoyed it.
But it wasn't over there.
At work, ran into my old roomate Kim who said they were having a wine a cheese party and I should go. Given my ridiculous love of both wine and cheese how could I say no? Went there, drank too much wine, went to the Tribecca where in some neat little occurance Dan knew some people who worked there so we got to stay until around 5:30, I think, drinking. So it was a 24hr day that had lots of work, lots of drinking, and ended up making me an hour late for work the next day.
There's a bit more to the story, but it's only things that would make you shake your heads and call me an idiot so I guess I'll keep it to myself.
But, fun day overall. Stupidity aside it was the best I've had in a while.
Yes, I know it's Saturday, I'm not a moron...sometimes. But this is about my day Thursday, which was 1)Long and 2)Fun. And maybe a little bit 3)Drunk.
So I got up and 5:45 AM because I was working on a commerical that day, a Superstore commercial actually which was over in Dartmouth so I had to get up and cab my way over for 7:00AM. Once there my job basically consisted of moving some things from here to there and taking advantage of the food table, which included fresh pineapple. I hadn't had fresh pineapple in a long time and I've got to say it was a hell of a lot better then I remembered. It makes the canned kind taste like wrinkled ass.
Anyway, I did very little actual work, and the worst part of the day was listening to take after take of the Superstore commercial guy(I'm sure you've seen him) say the same corny lines over and over until I wanted to beat him to death with a frozen turkey. Or hit him with a pie, both were there in abundance. Oh the commercial was shot in a firestation so if you ever see a Superstore commercial with firemen that's the one I worked on.
As it turned out, the location was near a martial arts supply store that I had been wanting to get to, so during lunch I walked over and used up my pay for the day on some things. Including a book on Ninja techniques, which is one in a series of 5 written by the only North American certified master Ninjitsu teacher. I also found out that there is a person who teaches Ninjitsu in Halifax, which is pretty cool.
Worked til 4:30, then caught the ferry, which I hadn't been on in years, over to Halifax and walked to Superstore where I would then start working there at 6-11:30. It was a long day, but I enjoyed it.
But it wasn't over there.
At work, ran into my old roomate Kim who said they were having a wine a cheese party and I should go. Given my ridiculous love of both wine and cheese how could I say no? Went there, drank too much wine, went to the Tribecca where in some neat little occurance Dan knew some people who worked there so we got to stay until around 5:30, I think, drinking. So it was a 24hr day that had lots of work, lots of drinking, and ended up making me an hour late for work the next day.
There's a bit more to the story, but it's only things that would make you shake your heads and call me an idiot so I guess I'll keep it to myself.
But, fun day overall. Stupidity aside it was the best I've had in a while.
