what's up with that?
Nobody seems to care about the pile anymore and it kinda bothers me. Then the people who make the effort of even opening their browser to visit the site have nothing but useless complaints of the content and no pictures to actually help populate the site. This could be my bias opinion, but I'm pretty sure I'm accurate on this account. It makes me wonder why I should give a shit so much about the site... aside from being the owner of course, but I could very well just let the thing rot to death.
Honestly though, I wouldn't be able to do it. Other people may claim to have more important things to do than contribute a little bit as part of their daily routine, but I can't help but maintain the site as often as I can. If that be fixing some cheesy non-standards based html I put in or searching for new pics, so be it.
I can't even remember the last time something on the TO-DO list for the pile was actually done. I understand there is a launch in progress, one which I'm trying to help out as much as I can, but there's gotta be time to just do one or two of the updates the site has been in need of over the passed... god knows how long.
October has actually been the worst month for picture uploads with myself and that handsome jcloth guy doing the vast majority of the uploading. The comments as well seem be laboured or more conversational style rather than witty remarks.
Maybe its appeal has just worn off.
Oh well... just means that I'll have to try and appeal to a new crowd.
This by no means is an attempt to beg for attention, its purely an observation that people just don't seem to care anymore. Human nature I guess. I just know that I always try to make myself available to help others despite how busy I may be... (a practice which has got me kicked in the gonads many times)... so all I ask if for people to make the same sacrifice for me. If that's to find one picture a day and upload it, I don't think I'm asking for too much.
Honestly though, I wouldn't be able to do it. Other people may claim to have more important things to do than contribute a little bit as part of their daily routine, but I can't help but maintain the site as often as I can. If that be fixing some cheesy non-standards based html I put in or searching for new pics, so be it.
I can't even remember the last time something on the TO-DO list for the pile was actually done. I understand there is a launch in progress, one which I'm trying to help out as much as I can, but there's gotta be time to just do one or two of the updates the site has been in need of over the passed... god knows how long.
October has actually been the worst month for picture uploads with myself and that handsome jcloth guy doing the vast majority of the uploading. The comments as well seem be laboured or more conversational style rather than witty remarks.
Maybe its appeal has just worn off.
Oh well... just means that I'll have to try and appeal to a new crowd.
This by no means is an attempt to beg for attention, its purely an observation that people just don't seem to care anymore. Human nature I guess. I just know that I always try to make myself available to help others despite how busy I may be... (a practice which has got me kicked in the gonads many times)... so all I ask if for people to make the same sacrifice for me. If that's to find one picture a day and upload it, I don't think I'm asking for too much.
what's up with that?
That's right folks!!
I am now officially cyst-less, or as the french say, 'without cyst'
For those of you who weren't up to date on your bashtard anatomy issues, I had (past tense) a cyst on my lower abdomen and went in this morning at 7:30 to have that sucker removed.
Reason for removal, as I told the Dr, 'its in the way'
How is he supposed to know that sex nor frequent masturbation aren't the actual reason?
The REAL reason was that I couldn't do your typical Al Bundy type sitting on the couch without touching the cyst, and when I did... man did it hurt!!
But on to the real important happenings of the day....
HOT NURSES!!!
God damn were there some smokin' nurses at the hospital today!!
I finally clued into the reality of my age. The young, fully registered nurses coming out of school are roughly around my age. I even got 'look-back' from one of them when I was registering this morning. She was walking out of the day-surgery area but we had eye candy sex the whole time... and as she was just about to go behind a wall she flung her head around and gave me one last look for the road.
I felt like a piece of meat and I LOVED it.
Damn she was good looking! (no numbers exchanged)
happenings of the day.... (cont'd)
HOT CHICKS!!!
I saw so many hot chicks going in to visit patients in the hospital (almost typed hostopia). Made me think... do I know anyone with hot chicks for friends who might be in the hospital right now?? If so, I should take the initiative to be a good friend and/or relative and go visit them. Its the least I can do! :)
happenings of the day.... (cont'd)
This is possibly the coolest thing that happened all day.
It was as if I had a form of ESP (not espanol) and could predict the EXACT moment in which I would arrive back at my car.
When I got to the hospital I had to park in the visitor area where there are the Toronto parking style meters. Not knowing the cost, I took $3.50 for the machine and bought a ticket that was valid till 8:22am. Well wouldn't you know, after some dilly dallying around in the hospital entrance as I was leaving, I looked at my phone and saw it was 8:20am and the parking lot was a good 2 minutes away from my position at the time. I got back to the car at exactly 8:22am.
Is it just me that thinks that was totally uber cool?
Anywayz....
in closing, let me say, "grimm got a job, what's up with that?"
I am now officially cyst-less, or as the french say, 'without cyst'
For those of you who weren't up to date on your bashtard anatomy issues, I had (past tense) a cyst on my lower abdomen and went in this morning at 7:30 to have that sucker removed.
Reason for removal, as I told the Dr, 'its in the way'
How is he supposed to know that sex nor frequent masturbation aren't the actual reason?
The REAL reason was that I couldn't do your typical Al Bundy type sitting on the couch without touching the cyst, and when I did... man did it hurt!!
But on to the real important happenings of the day....
HOT NURSES!!!
God damn were there some smokin' nurses at the hospital today!!
I finally clued into the reality of my age. The young, fully registered nurses coming out of school are roughly around my age. I even got 'look-back' from one of them when I was registering this morning. She was walking out of the day-surgery area but we had eye candy sex the whole time... and as she was just about to go behind a wall she flung her head around and gave me one last look for the road.
I felt like a piece of meat and I LOVED it.
Damn she was good looking! (no numbers exchanged)
happenings of the day.... (cont'd)
HOT CHICKS!!!
I saw so many hot chicks going in to visit patients in the hospital (almost typed hostopia). Made me think... do I know anyone with hot chicks for friends who might be in the hospital right now?? If so, I should take the initiative to be a good friend and/or relative and go visit them. Its the least I can do! :)
happenings of the day.... (cont'd)
This is possibly the coolest thing that happened all day.
It was as if I had a form of ESP (not espanol) and could predict the EXACT moment in which I would arrive back at my car.
When I got to the hospital I had to park in the visitor area where there are the Toronto parking style meters. Not knowing the cost, I took $3.50 for the machine and bought a ticket that was valid till 8:22am. Well wouldn't you know, after some dilly dallying around in the hospital entrance as I was leaving, I looked at my phone and saw it was 8:20am and the parking lot was a good 2 minutes away from my position at the time. I got back to the car at exactly 8:22am.
Is it just me that thinks that was totally uber cool?
Anywayz....
in closing, let me say, "grimm got a job, what's up with that?"
what's up with that?
I'm on my way home last night, post work, doing the usual shaking hands and kissing babies, and decide to stop for a street vendor sausage outside of the Union Station subway terminal.
I notice the lady behind the grill isn't the typical Polish looking woman with the moustache and build of an O-Lineman. This one was actually pretty cute (age undetermined) and just seemed to be there working with her father for the night. However, I just order a Polish sausage minus the flirting. By this time I'm pretty tired from being downtown for far too long and keep the "ow you doin" to myself.
Time goes by... a bit too much time for your typical order... whatever, I'm patient
Then she calls me back to the grill and presents me with a bun that has two... count em TWO... sausages in one bun. She 'CLAIMS' that the sausages were 'kinda small so I gave you two in one, you get a deal today'. I glance at my sausage made in heaven and they seem to be your typical size polish sausages you get from any vendor.
Let's do the math, shall we?
1 ruggedly handsome stud + 1 fairly cute polish lady
= two regular sized sausages
Uhmmmm... somehow that doesn't sound right!?!?!
Chris will again be proud of me as the exchange of phone numbers never became an issue.
The looks I was getting on the subway ride home whilst eating this sausage made in heaven is a blog in itself.
I notice the lady behind the grill isn't the typical Polish looking woman with the moustache and build of an O-Lineman. This one was actually pretty cute (age undetermined) and just seemed to be there working with her father for the night. However, I just order a Polish sausage minus the flirting. By this time I'm pretty tired from being downtown for far too long and keep the "ow you doin" to myself.
Time goes by... a bit too much time for your typical order... whatever, I'm patient
Then she calls me back to the grill and presents me with a bun that has two... count em TWO... sausages in one bun. She 'CLAIMS' that the sausages were 'kinda small so I gave you two in one, you get a deal today'. I glance at my sausage made in heaven and they seem to be your typical size polish sausages you get from any vendor.
Let's do the math, shall we?
1 ruggedly handsome stud + 1 fairly cute polish lady
= two regular sized sausages
Uhmmmm... somehow that doesn't sound right!?!?!
Chris will again be proud of me as the exchange of phone numbers never became an issue.
The looks I was getting on the subway ride home whilst eating this sausage made in heaven is a blog in itself.
what's up with that?
Much like the brochure said, working downtown equals 'downtown business hoochie'
The hooch is a big bonus to the otherwise extremely boring venture to and from work every day.
**Look at me sounding like I've been working for ages :) **
Anywayz... some of the hooch today was top notch indeed.
Heading towards the Yorkdale subway today I spotted (and so did every other male) a very tall young lady with looong blonde hair.
She was everyones eye candy of the moment.
I take my fair share of the candy then make my way upstairs towards the terminal to sit there and vegetate whilst the train takes its jolly ol' time in arriving.
The eye candy suddenly makes an appearance and strolls on by the crowd of eyes all raping her with every sway of her hip.
FINALLY... (2 min later) the subway arrives and by chance (or was it?) the eye candy gets on the same car as me. Actually, I sit down and the eye candy is standing right across from me 'pretending' to look at the transit map. By this time I'm near bordering an overdose on candy. THEN... and only then... the candy sits right across from me, smiles and says 'hi'
Well wouldn't you know... the ol' looks and charm still work ;)
So the candy and I spark up a little convo. She apparently lives and goes to school in Barrie. In College or University (don't remember) for accounting and will be opening her own business this summer.
I, of course, am a Sr. Vice President at a fortune 500 company.
We had a nice talk until she had to exit at Spadina whilst I continues down the line. Chris will be happy for me on this one... cuz I DIDN'T get her phone number. But at the same time she seemed a tad young for a hulking man such as myself. She was a bit older than Andy Spoon, but still far too young to make an advance on.
THEN...
I'm walking through the parking lot towards work, on my cell, looking cool, and there was this other lady who wasn't too bad looking. This one was more in the cougar age range, but still within my range.
I was in somewhat of a rush, but when smile at me, I smiled back along with a little wave from the hand on the phone. She saw it and loved it.
...now we wait till home time to see what hooch might be around to share my machismo with.
P.S. Didn't make the effort to find out if the cougar had a kid :)
The hooch is a big bonus to the otherwise extremely boring venture to and from work every day.
**Look at me sounding like I've been working for ages :) **
Anywayz... some of the hooch today was top notch indeed.
Heading towards the Yorkdale subway today I spotted (and so did every other male) a very tall young lady with looong blonde hair.
She was everyones eye candy of the moment.
I take my fair share of the candy then make my way upstairs towards the terminal to sit there and vegetate whilst the train takes its jolly ol' time in arriving.
The eye candy suddenly makes an appearance and strolls on by the crowd of eyes all raping her with every sway of her hip.
FINALLY... (2 min later) the subway arrives and by chance (or was it?) the eye candy gets on the same car as me. Actually, I sit down and the eye candy is standing right across from me 'pretending' to look at the transit map. By this time I'm near bordering an overdose on candy. THEN... and only then... the candy sits right across from me, smiles and says 'hi'
Well wouldn't you know... the ol' looks and charm still work ;)
So the candy and I spark up a little convo. She apparently lives and goes to school in Barrie. In College or University (don't remember) for accounting and will be opening her own business this summer.
I, of course, am a Sr. Vice President at a fortune 500 company.
We had a nice talk until she had to exit at Spadina whilst I continues down the line. Chris will be happy for me on this one... cuz I DIDN'T get her phone number. But at the same time she seemed a tad young for a hulking man such as myself. She was a bit older than Andy Spoon, but still far too young to make an advance on.
THEN...
I'm walking through the parking lot towards work, on my cell, looking cool, and there was this other lady who wasn't too bad looking. This one was more in the cougar age range, but still within my range.
I was in somewhat of a rush, but when smile at me, I smiled back along with a little wave from the hand on the phone. She saw it and loved it.
...now we wait till home time to see what hooch might be around to share my machismo with.
P.S. Didn't make the effort to find out if the cougar had a kid :)
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
she shoots, she scores, he shoots....
mood: Very Happy
music playing: the hum of an office environment
PART 1
my ladies did it Wed night!!
They won a game under my tutelage.
Now I can't take all of the credit, I did have SOME help.
When the one I called 'Mario' (wearing a Pens type jersey) had a faulty helmet, Ramrob was right there to run to the car and get a screwdriver. Thank you Ramrob, that screwdriver may have been the difference in the game. :)
The ladies were rockin' and went on to a 3-0 victory.
I honestly only remember two or three shots (weak shots) against our goalie and that's it.
'Vince' Russo on our team was kicking ass on the ice.
Obviously our practice worked cuz her shot had some zip in it and she was finally skating hard for the puck. I call it, 'knock over your mother to get the puck' type of skating.
My cousin was working some magic on defense too. No more of the girly 'oops... I missed' stuff, just efficient, stop it, control it, dump it kinda hockey. I'll take all the credit for that :) HAHAHA
PART 2
The night was still young (11pm) so Ramrob and I decide to get some good eats and stop off at our local Montana's eatery establishment. The 'all you can eat' ribs were fabulous as always, but this wasn't just a regular night... no... no not at all.
This time we had a fairly cute waitress who wasn't put off by my wit and charm. She was all smiles, all the time. It was good stuff indeed.
I don't remember if it was Ramrob or myself who questioned what she would look like with her hair down instead of the typical 'hair up in a bun' waitress look. After some bullshit n' whatn' I finally decided to ask her to let her hair down.... and cute she was with her waitress smiles. I looked at her, smiled and said 'good stuff'.
She turned to MUSH!!
MUSH MUSH MUSH MUSH MUSH MUSH MUSH MUSH MUSH MUSH!!
So now I've got a cute waitress, with a big smile, who had turned to mush... and obviously I DIDN'T get her phone number.
Maybe next time (it'll never happen) but who knows really.
Proving Chris Rock's theory she did.
"Women need three things...
1. food
2. water
3. compliments
... and an occasional pair of shoes"
WHAT'S UP WITH THAT?
I've been dizzy as hell lately with splitting headaches. I originally blamed it all on overindulgence of video games and computer use, but after a few days I knew there was something wrong, but never thought the diagnosis would have been this bad.
BPV (Benign Positional Vertigo)
This website is dead on accurate of all the symptoms I've been having throughout this whole time.
Quick stat:
Frequency: Incidence of BPV is 64 cases per 100,000 population per year (conservative estimate).
Now I haven't had any head trauma (except being dropped as a baby) and I haven't even had the mildest of colds. This leaves the 'aging process' as the explanation for this problem.
(I can already hear Grimm laughing)
This does solidify my theory that I have Hutchinson-Gilford Progeria Syndrome (HGPS), but only a mild case. Along the lines of 1.5x the aging speed for someone my age rather than the 5x - 10x the speed the average HGPS patients are diagnosed as having.
So I can't sleep on my left side, or even lay on my left side cuz it appears to be my inner ear on the left side. I've been having massive head rushes when laying in bed forcing me to sleep on my right side, but I assumed they were seizure symptoms. How wrong I was, obviously.
So lets cover all the current problems:
awaiting surgery for torn ligaments in both shoulders
had an x-ray on my wrist for a likely fracture
benign positional vertigo
I think I should just apply for a handicap parking spot.
Might as well take advantage of all the problems.
BPV (Benign Positional Vertigo)
This website is dead on accurate of all the symptoms I've been having throughout this whole time.
Quick stat:
Frequency: Incidence of BPV is 64 cases per 100,000 population per year (conservative estimate).
This condition often begins following head trauma or a severe cold.
It can also arise simply as part of the aging process.
Now I haven't had any head trauma (except being dropped as a baby) and I haven't even had the mildest of colds. This leaves the 'aging process' as the explanation for this problem.
(I can already hear Grimm laughing)
This does solidify my theory that I have Hutchinson-Gilford Progeria Syndrome (HGPS), but only a mild case. Along the lines of 1.5x the aging speed for someone my age rather than the 5x - 10x the speed the average HGPS patients are diagnosed as having.
So I can't sleep on my left side, or even lay on my left side cuz it appears to be my inner ear on the left side. I've been having massive head rushes when laying in bed forcing me to sleep on my right side, but I assumed they were seizure symptoms. How wrong I was, obviously.
So lets cover all the current problems:
awaiting surgery for torn ligaments in both shoulders
had an x-ray on my wrist for a likely fracture
benign positional vertigo
I think I should just apply for a handicap parking spot.
Might as well take advantage of all the problems.
10:30am tomorrow, 2nd interview downtown
mood: A.O.K.
music playing: Kid Rock - Black Chick, White Guy
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
As I'm sure all who follow hockey heard tonight, or will hear soon, Dan Snyder of the Atlanta Thrashers died after being in a car accident with that complete dumbass Dany Heatley.
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Police say Snyder's teammate Dany Heatley was driving his Ferrari about 130 km/h on a narrow Atlanta street when he crashed Monday night. Snyder was a passenger.
The car was ripped in half when it struck a wrought iron and brick wall, throwing the players onto the road. Snyder underwent surgery for a skull fracture but never regained consciousness.
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Heatley walks away with a broken jaw and torn ligaments in his knee.
He'll never be the same, but at the same time, he'll be alive.
So much for buying a new car with the new contract.
First pro contract - 4 year $750,000 w/ $3,000,000 signing bonus
2002 Ferrari 360 Modena - $163,000 USD
The life of a good friend and someone loved by many - Priceless
Good job dumbass!
Enjoy the rest of your life knowing it was your stupidity that cost another human being their life.
Dan Snyder (25)
1978 - 2003
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Police say Snyder's teammate Dany Heatley was driving his Ferrari about 130 km/h on a narrow Atlanta street when he crashed Monday night. Snyder was a passenger.
The car was ripped in half when it struck a wrought iron and brick wall, throwing the players onto the road. Snyder underwent surgery for a skull fracture but never regained consciousness.
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Heatley walks away with a broken jaw and torn ligaments in his knee.
He'll never be the same, but at the same time, he'll be alive.
So much for buying a new car with the new contract.
First pro contract - 4 year $750,000 w/ $3,000,000 signing bonus
2002 Ferrari 360 Modena - $163,000 USD
The life of a good friend and someone loved by many - Priceless
Good job dumbass!
Enjoy the rest of your life knowing it was your stupidity that cost another human being their life.
Dan Snyder (25)
1978 - 2003
having constant head rushes for days now
mood: Nauseated
music playing: Swollen Members - Bring It Home
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
what's up with that?
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COME ONE, COME ALL
LIVE AND IN PERSON.... BASHTARD HIMSELF
C.O.O. OF BASHTARD.COM
DUFFERIN AND ORFUS RD.
EVERY WEDNESDAY
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Coaching women's hockey is pretty damn fun I must say.
Aside from every woman (NOT my cousin**) having the hots for me, its pretty damn enjoyable. All those years of coaching the Maple Leafs through the TV and yelling at the ref's has finally paid off. Plus playing regularly helps as well, cuz you get to see all the strategy, good plays and fuck ups first hand. Of course I only watched the fuck ups, never part of em :)
They actually listen to what you have to say. No bullshit either like coaching kids or adult men.
With kids, the parents are the problem.
With adults, they are their own problem.
Women listen, observe and follow through with what's been shown to them. Without the needless flash or annoying cocky attitude.
I've only coached one game so far, and yes they lost, but that matters not. A team of players who I have never met, started to learn and observed the game, not just the puck through my instruction. Along with Ramrob (Assistant Coach) getting a better understanding of the game too.
There is a lot of work ahead, but I'm definitely up for the challenge.
This team has only been together for a year (my cousin for 2 games) and you can tell just from watching them. Players don't know where they should be at all times or have the drive/instinct to knock over their mothers to get to the puck.
One incident that would NEVER have gone uncontested in men's hockey had to be strictly taught to them. Our goalie was holding the puck waiting for a whistle and a player from the opposing team hacked at the goalie's glove 3 or 4 times before the play was blown dead. Nobody on our team reacted. That blew me away that they would just let someone hack at their goalie like that. I called them over and told them the next time someone does that to their goalie, hammer down on the opposing players stick and knock it out of their hands. Even if you have to take a penalty for it, hack it out of their hands, cuz NOBODY does that to our goalie.
Its that killer instinct that they need and I'm going to teach it to them.
From the years of playing hockey, my cousin has picked up the physical aspect of the game... and on one play behind our net she hammered someone into the boards. Only hit of the game and wouldn't you know, I wasn't looking. So she owes me another :)
One thing that blew Romrob and myself away at the end of the game was how ledgible the game sheet was. You could actually read people's names. You know its gotta be woman's hockey cuz the game sheets at my games don't look anywhere near as fancy and neat.
They even want to have practices on Friday nights.
If that's the case, watch out cuz my team is winning it all this year!!
I'm still waiting for my first, "Ref, WTF are you blind?"
Till next time, keep fit and have fun.
I'm Hal Johnson
**Living in the country doesn't always mean family love affairs
COME ONE, COME ALL
LIVE AND IN PERSON.... BASHTARD HIMSELF
C.O.O. OF BASHTARD.COM
DUFFERIN AND ORFUS RD.
EVERY WEDNESDAY
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Coaching women's hockey is pretty damn fun I must say.
Aside from every woman (NOT my cousin**) having the hots for me, its pretty damn enjoyable. All those years of coaching the Maple Leafs through the TV and yelling at the ref's has finally paid off. Plus playing regularly helps as well, cuz you get to see all the strategy, good plays and fuck ups first hand. Of course I only watched the fuck ups, never part of em :)
They actually listen to what you have to say. No bullshit either like coaching kids or adult men.
With kids, the parents are the problem.
With adults, they are their own problem.
Women listen, observe and follow through with what's been shown to them. Without the needless flash or annoying cocky attitude.
I've only coached one game so far, and yes they lost, but that matters not. A team of players who I have never met, started to learn and observed the game, not just the puck through my instruction. Along with Ramrob (Assistant Coach) getting a better understanding of the game too.
There is a lot of work ahead, but I'm definitely up for the challenge.
This team has only been together for a year (my cousin for 2 games) and you can tell just from watching them. Players don't know where they should be at all times or have the drive/instinct to knock over their mothers to get to the puck.
One incident that would NEVER have gone uncontested in men's hockey had to be strictly taught to them. Our goalie was holding the puck waiting for a whistle and a player from the opposing team hacked at the goalie's glove 3 or 4 times before the play was blown dead. Nobody on our team reacted. That blew me away that they would just let someone hack at their goalie like that. I called them over and told them the next time someone does that to their goalie, hammer down on the opposing players stick and knock it out of their hands. Even if you have to take a penalty for it, hack it out of their hands, cuz NOBODY does that to our goalie.
Its that killer instinct that they need and I'm going to teach it to them.
From the years of playing hockey, my cousin has picked up the physical aspect of the game... and on one play behind our net she hammered someone into the boards. Only hit of the game and wouldn't you know, I wasn't looking. So she owes me another :)
One thing that blew Romrob and myself away at the end of the game was how ledgible the game sheet was. You could actually read people's names. You know its gotta be woman's hockey cuz the game sheets at my games don't look anywhere near as fancy and neat.
They even want to have practices on Friday nights.
If that's the case, watch out cuz my team is winning it all this year!!
I'm still waiting for my first, "Ref, WTF are you blind?"
Till next time, keep fit and have fun.
I'm Hal Johnson
**Living in the country doesn't always mean family love affairs
what's up with that?
kissed the cougar in my dream last night
mood: Happy
music playing: Billy Idol - Dancing With Myself
what's up with that?
what's up with that?