Friday, December 31, 2004

Commencez ici!

Ah, it's good to be home in Canada, fresh air, plenty of water, and plenty of food.

Too much food, though I managed to drop 5 pounds before coming here because I knew that I would want to eat all kinds of food that I don't get back in Minnesota. Like poutine, donairs, zesty cheese doritos, lime pop, amoung many, many other things. Not so much with the ketchup doritos though, but I did want to bring some to work and drop it off in the break room and see what people would say after trying some. But my wife voted me down, saying people would be angry at me about the taste.

My New Year's resolution last year was to lose weight, and I dropped 50 pounds. My resolution this year is to not gain most of it back. Can a resolution be trying not to do something? Trying not to eat all that delicious food...mmm....*bites into pizza*

The party to herald in my birthday starts tonight, when the whole world is nice enough to count down to the day I was born. 27 is far too close to 30. I feel like I have to start eating more fiber every year I get older, just because I've got to do more old man stuff.

btw, you know you're in an old people's apartment building when the public restroom in it has a "don't flush your depends down the toilet or it'll get clogged" sign above the, well, toilet.

Now, if you don't mind, I have to go get my birthday gift bought, Season 3 of the Trailer Park Boys. Woo!

*woos more*

*yet more wooing*

WOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Monday, December 27, 2004

Show me how the piggies eat

Holidays Part 1, over. Mission: Success.

Everyone seemed to like their presents, and I know I liked mine.

I got a wooden fish!

Plus, I managed not to eat very much, so my diet would continue before I go back home to Dartmouth tomorrow.

But first: work. Ick. I needed to do the shift before and after the Christmas break to get paid for the Christmas break. So I had to leave the 28th instead of the 26th. I really, really hope the day goes fast. Chances of that: zero.

But then it's up at 4:30 am tomorrow to get to the airport, and the 8 hours of travelling excitement begins.

Anyway, my point is...see you next year!

Thursday, December 23, 2004

The Season

Ah...two days off work, two days to soak myself in Christmas music, staring at the Christmas tree, and wondering what that "ace in the hole" gift my wife bought for me is.

So curious...

Of course, she won't stop asking what that one odd shaped present I got her is. But I won't tell. Though I gave in and let her open two gifts so far. I can't resist the cute, I want presents, face.

There's something about working in a drill bit factory that makes you enjoy not being in a drill bit factory during the day time. So extra reason to be happy for the holidays. Plus my cats are enjoying having us home all day long, and I endulge them with games of tag.

And I get to have a second Christmas, as I go home to Dartmouth on the 28th, after just one day of work, and have a Christmas dinner at home, and of course, open more gifts.

Plus, we bought my sister-in-law a camcorder for Christmas, so we can film her son's first Christmas, so we're psyched about that. He's very much the cutest thing ever. He's so proud of himself for learning to crawl.

Not to mention that I didn't die during our ice storm on Monday. Holy crap did I get close to being hit/getting hit while sliding on ice that day. It took an extra hour and a half to get to work, for a 25 minute drive to work.

So, anyway, if anyone is reading this, Happy Holidays, keep safe over the next year and things along those lines.


Saturday, December 18, 2004

I Must Break You

I feel like such a guy. I got half my Christmas shopping done in one store.

But what a store!

Actually it was just Target. Of which there are thousands and thousands of, per town, in Minnesota, being the home base of Target and all.

But that means I still have half left, with a week to go. Not good, not with those line ups.

I think I'm the first person ever to complain about Christmas line ups.

Work is tough. Work is tougher when I just want to get to the holidays and go home to Canada for vacation and such.

And such.

I made the mistake of putting an email thingy for "make Christmas carol requests!" on my Christmas carol page.

That's over 200 requests per day, at the minimum. Over 800 spam per day.

Thus, I just add carols at my own whim, and if it matches some request someone made, that I didn't read, I'm a good person.

I'd brag at work about 'hey, look up "Christmas carol lyrics, or Christmas Carol words" on yahoo and google, and the first page up is me!", but then they'd know I'm more of a loser than they already think. They already think I'm a goof for wearing non-jeans to the drill bit plant.

I only have one pair of jeans! I haven't bought any since I lost 50 pounds.

Because I'm low on cash.

Because of Christmas.

Man those Christmas line ups at the stores are CRAZY.

Everyone just has to have a plasma television it seems. Or so the people outside Best Buy make it seem. Is $1500 really down to "affordable"?

I got my first, non-secured, American credit card. That's a big deal because I no longer get weird looks of 'why don't you have credit history, even though you're 26?' when I try to get car loans, or store cards.

But I still don't have any store cards. I'm still mad at you, Best Buy.

"What do you mean Canadians don't have social security numbers? Oh, I'm sure that's not a problem with our computer system....humm...uh....it won't let me do it without a social security number. I never knew that before".

Duh.

Thursday, December 09, 2004

Edit HTML Compose

That man had been called a lot of things.

But I called him Late For Dinner.

And with his shame thus named, he became a broken thing, all tears and elbows.

I almost felt guilty about eating his dinner.

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

It's 6 O'Clock On the Swatch Watch

Burn!

I don't know why I just said that.

There are two "official" Christmas music stations in the Twin Cities. Does Santa Claus know about this licensing problem?

And in keeping with the Christmas spirit, here's a battle between two characters I hope will become cherished Christmas icons in the next 34 years.

Captain Hook and Cap'n Crunch.

Hook: Arrr...matey.

Cap'n: Take this, bitch! (the Cap'n proceeds to beat Captain Hook within a inch of his life, and then stomps him in the crotch before he walks away).

And that's that.