Hey guys! Lately I've been working on maintaining the old chevette out front. I spent a while changing signal lights and such when it occurred to me how rusted parts of the car were. Today I went to Canadian Tire and the help guy gave me some default help suggestions - the kind that sounds good at first, but gradually begins to sound like an idea that would go to hell later. But! While we were talking a retired autobody guy overheard our plight and gave some sound advice! What are the chances that you go and seek help from a Canadian Tire guy, and someone else comes and one ups him? The force is with me.

does new wave mean anything anymore?

excerp from CBC.ca

Michael Moore's critics strike back
Last Updated Fri, 21 May 2004 15:55:19 EDT
CANNES - Not everyone in France is in love with Michael Moore.

The controversial documentary filmmaker has been the darling of the Cannes Film Festival so far, but there are those who aren't enamoured with his latest film, Fahrenheit 9/11.

Jean-Luc Godard, the legendary French director who helped to launch the New Wave movement in the 1960s, had harsh words for Moore this week. Godard's latest film, Notre Musique, premiered on Monday, the same day as Fahrenheit 9/11. Later in the week, Godard lashed out at Moore at a press conference, calling him "halfway intelligent."

Godard, who hadn't seen Fahrenheit 9/11, compared it unfavourably to the work of American documentarian Frederick Wiseman. "It's like two different worlds," Godard said.

Moore's film criticizes U.S. President George W. Bush's handling of the Sept. 11 attacks, and also highlights the links between Bush's family and the family of Osama bin Laden. But Godard said Moore's film was an ineffectual piece of work.

"He's not even hurting Bush," Godard said. "He's helping him in an underground way. Bush is either less stupid than he looks or so stupid you can't change him."

I didn't know Beck went by 'silentmercenary'


Hey, Tay, I know you're good with the duct tape. But are you this good?

mmm....well i'll give a nod to Cos' ballsiness, but those comments about the way Black folk speak, n'i'dunno...it's not as though Cos doesn't do a lil' of tha jivin' himself with his "bippin' and boppin'"

I thought this photo from the current issue of Time Magazine (gotta love doctors' waiting rooms. Plenty of time to catch up on the reading.) Something about the (mostly) old white men deciding the future of the nation in an old palace. Brilliant.

I love the second one:

Courtesy: The not-suing-me Onion

Dumb Tech Support (very long, but very funny)

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huh? corporate woozle? i don't get it.... this completely complicates the whole office quickie

here's an excerpt from today's entry on my xanga blog:

I got into work 5 minutes late with my hair still wet. But whatever... they can't say anything to me kuz I pretty much run the show over there. I'm their go-to guy... I'm their franchise. Anyway, the morning was pretty slow... I just cut a lot of meats and cheeses and made sandwiches and whatnot (I work at Quizno's). But then later on in the day I got to go inside this big inflatable Quiznno's cup costume (we rented it kuz it's supposed to be our 'new management grand opening' thing today). So I got in that thing and ran down the street and started challenging the Little Caesar's mascot to a duel. I was all "Man, you better bring it. Time for a dance off!!!" I showed him my skills with a little bit of River Dance (I was like fuckin Michael Flatley out there) and then he pulled out some lame disco moves. It was sad. So I showed him up and blew him out of the water by attempting to do the splits. That only went so far... but he knew I meant business. And then I started head-butting him and slamming him with my costume. It was pretty funny. Little did I know his manager came out and saw me beating on him and he got in trouble kuz of it. hahaha

Some kid came up to me on a little bike and I was like "Dude, look at me! I'm a friggin CUP!!! High-Five man!!!" And I held out my hand but he punched me instead. So I yelled at him in a really pissed-off growly sounding voice "Hey little kid, PLAY NICE OR GO HOME!!!!" And then I looked over and saw some little girl walking with her mommy and I think she was a little afraid of me. whoops. my bad.

I almost got run over by a car in that thing. I couldn't see anything in that stupid suit. I just heard all this mad honking and screeching of tires. I turned and saw him there and I was just like "KEEP ON ROCKING IN THE FREE WORLD!!!!" and I gave him a pair of the international rock-on hand signs. I think I managed to smooth things over that way.

Before I took the suit off I went over to the Little Caesar's guy and challenged him to a duel. So I guess he's gonna show up tomorrow for our Grand Opening and my buddy Graeme is gonna be in the Quizno's suit and they're gonna have a fight-to-the-death no-holds-barred death-match in the parking lot.

here is some of my favourite new computer hardware for 2004:


Cigarette lighter and cup holder:


Casette Deck:


Vagina:




The sad thing is... they're all real.