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Thankfully, yesterday's plea for going out to paint the town was heard by one; Spanky. Tonight we went out to throw some elbows. I brought my blades with me because I had planned on going gleaming later on after the clubs closed with Jcloth and Zeta, but both punks bailed on me. But yes, the point. I brought my blades and put them in the trunk where they would bother no onw, but she still mocked me and said "whats with the blades dumb ass". I told her the plan and she mocked all of us for going gleaming in the middle of the night. I told her night gleaming was fun, and that besides its great exercise. It's not like this great ass just happens by it's self, NO mam' its diligent work that keeps this baby in peak condition. But she scoffed and refused to acknowledge the ass.
The rest of the night was spent clubbin, mingling, dancin, it was a jolly good time. They even played some Prodigy, Out Of Space was the track. I was quite pleased.

But now I'm dead tired so I'm going to finish eating and then go to sleep.

Damn it, why did I throw on Prodigy's Jlited Generation on? Now, I'm all hyper.
And on that note: If any of my bevy of bitches are reading this right now, call me. Lets go party, I'll throw maa dancing shoes on.

Congratulations boys, according to this report, published by the U.S. Justice Department: More than 5.6 million u.s. residents have served or are serving time in state or federal prisons. That gives the U.S. the highest incarceration level in the world.

Somehow the richest nation in the world having the highest incarceration rate seems comical to me. Well comical isn't the right word but it's the only one that comes to mind.

Whilst sitting here bored out of my mind, I decided to check what new movies were out for rent, so I pulled up Opera, typed in "blockbuster.com" and hit the go button. Unpleasantly enough, I got a big fat "SERVER NOT FOUND" message from that URI. So I figured either A) Blockbuster went out of business, or B) They could only afford to create an A Record for www.blockbuster.com, and not blockbuster.com, in their dns zone file. Sadly it turns out that B) was the correct answer.

So if Blockbuster Inc. is reading this, please contact my company: Noizex.com. We do consulting and can easily get you that new A Record, at rock bottom prices.

If you read the blog of one; Rubeus today you'll see this entry:

If your power goes out over the next couple of days.....that was me. I decided to do laundry, crank the A/C and use my dishwasher today.

After reading that I ICQed him, here is a transcript:

Mr.grimm (03:33 AM) :
dick : P
If i loose power I'm gonna find u and throw sumtin at ur head

Rubeus (03:33 AM) :
good luck finding a dark black man in the middle of a black out!

Mr.grimm (03:34 AM) :
*pat shakes fist* in ur general direction

So if your power goes out, you know who's ass to kick.

Right now, if you look outside to the left of the moon you'll see a bright glowing object. Thats Mars. Just thought I"d point it out. It looks quite nice.

You turn up your music to hide the noise. Other people turn up their music to hide yours. You turn yours up again. Everyone buys a bigger stereo system. This is the arms race of sound. You don't win with a lot of treble.

I have spent the past hour of my life, struggling to write a short regular expression, and finally, I have gotten it working. I fucking ow3nd its ass!!
And JUST in time to see the continued coverage of the Xgames (they start at 7pm). w00t I'm on a roll.

Since this blackout happened on thursday, I and many others have been asking why this massive power failure was possible in the first place. But unlike those lazy people that are just asking questions, I have already devised a solution to the problem.

In niagara falls, we need to build a giant Wile E. Coyote, Acme style, fuse. We can put it on top of the Ripleys museum and have it as part of the attractions. We then wire this baby between the U.S. power grid and ours.
Then in the future when the U.S. decides to send a huge power surge over to us, the fuse will blow and stop it dead in its path.

Problem solved, now get to work on it Hydro.

Today, after the power was back up, and I was properly nourished. Me Bashtard and Pul[sic] (ask Inari Vachs) decided to go out for some gleaming. As always we hit the Parklawn/Lake Shore path and then veered off into the CNE detour.
Now for those that don't know, the CNE is suppose to have it's grand yearly opening day today. But due to a small catastrophic power failure, that planned has been axed, and at the earliest they'll be opening on monday. So right now the place is filled with rowdy carnies and pissed off, minimum wage earning kids, sitting on their asses. Today whilst gleaming through this boiler pot of tension we managed to get into an altercation with security... wait I'll rephrase that to: Bashtard had an altercation with security(more details on this can be had on his blog).
After said altercation we left CNE grounds and headed back to the car on Parklawn. The crappy hot humid day had taken it's toll and we were ready to call it a day. As an aside: I was glad I took that towel advice from Towlie and brought a small hand towel with me to wipe the sweat of my brow. Thanks Towlie ;)
On the way back to the car I was caught off guard by a pinecone in the middle of the sidewalk. And by off guard I mean the god damn pinecone jammed into my wheels and caused me to fall onto my left knee, which is already bruised and scabbed from my wipe out on tuesday. Needless to say that hurt like a bastard, the scab cracked open, there was blood flow. But being the he-man that I am, I just took the pain and kept going. And even with all the physical anguish I was going through, I still managed to lay down a pretty good snap on Bashtard.
He took his shirt off to air out, and put it around his head or some such nonsense. Then he asked "K how can I make this look cool?" (in reference to not looking like a rere in front of the ladies). My reply was "Put your shirt back on", ohh lord did we laugh at that one. Even he had to admit that it was a classic snap.

After the gleam was over, I ripped off my boiling hot blades and aired out the dogs. Then we headed down to the office to partake in whatever shenanigans were going on.

As we're getting into the office parking lot, we see a slow moving vehicle coming towards us. We (me and Bash) figured it was Mikey and Mel coming up towards us so we slowed down to see into the car. At this point a bright maglite blinds us, coming out of the drivers side. We tell them to fuck off with the light but they continue to flash it, and they are playing this stupid, security guard asking dumb questions game. So we try and bust their balls while they are busting ours. Eventually I say okay asshole enough with the light I'm going blind. So the driver turns out the light and gets out, and it turns out to be a cop she holds out her badge and says "See heres my badge, I'AM a cop!" (we had claimed otherwise during our 'ball busting' exchange). So she's all pissed now and asking for our drivers license. After she runs us through her computer she comes back and asks us "Where do you work again?". I being Mr Smooth, pulled out a business card and did my Pat©-ented 2 finger card pass, and said "Right here", while giving her a little "From right here Baby" head nod. She took the card looked at it and said, "Okay great thanks" or something to that effect and left.

After that whole ordeal we get inside and wait around with Mel for a while. Then DC calls me and scolds me for putting up this blog entry while everyone was waiting to leave. I point out that no one was getting ready to leave or indicating that they wanted to leave, but he had none of it. Being shook up after this exchange I wept, and then we gathered everyones things and left. The plan was to go over to DC's place and chill but the thought of trying to TTC it home the next day, in it's current crippled state, lead me to discard that Idea. Instead me and Bashtard headed to Sizzlin Jacks to get some omelets.

Now I'm finally home, and so ends my great adventure for day 2 of the Great Blackout of 2003.

wOOt power has been restored in my area!! I called the office to see if they power was back over there, but no dice. I guess they are purposely trying to screw us over.

Yesterday (earlier this morning), we were over there waiting around for the power to come back on till the weee hours of the morning. We saw Dixon light up and then Brampton and Toronto, and then god damn Woodbine race track and casino. And all the billboards around the area. But not us, no sir, we got NO JUICE. We kept thinking, "k they have power a few blocks away from us, so we're goign up any minute now. But no such luck, damn hydro, was playing mindgames with us.

After waiting around for hours, I started to grow tired, so I came back home around 5am. The guys slept over at the office waiting for the power to come back on. Like I said, as of 3pm today, still no dice.

[append - 08.15.03, 2:00am] The power finally went up at the office around 7pm, they got the servers back up, all is good.

Whilst reading some slashdot article I came this link for Gonads and Strife. I can't belive that stupid thing is still around, I guess the w3c is happy that it's still there. But damn I can't belive how dumb that video is. I didn't recall it being that stupid back in the day when it first debuted. Even worse though is that I'm still laughing from it. Ahh the nice 2001 memories it brought back :)

Marilyn Manson was just on Conan O'Briens show and it was quite the amusing piece of late night television. Apparently Manson gave Conan some kind of fancy booze before the show and it's all together possible that they tapped into it before hand :)
There was talk of Conan suckling on Mansons teat, and Manson put lipstick on Conan, there was talk of a cat that suckled Mansons teat, and they all started talking like 1930's newsies. Yup quite the funny late night moment. If that doesn't make it onto the 10th year anniversary clips then they are CRAZY.

* A clever play on words inspired by mansons latest album Mobscene

Today we went blading down the lake shore path , as usual. But today feeling a bit feisty we ended up going to the CNE. Actually into Ontario Place around the bridges they have there, then over to the CNE, all around the fair grounds they are setting up, and then back out the other end of the place. There were carnies around and I took an opportunity to mock them, damn rat like people had it coming, smell like cabage they do.
There was all this hustle and bustle around that place and lots of pigs on horse down there, 4 of em to be exact. We totally smoked them in a little race... well we called it a race, actually we just skated past them and uhh called it a race afterwards.

It was pretty fun and I'm thinking about doing it again tomorrow.

A few posts ago I bashed beef, and eating animals in general, and while I still stand by that, I must also point out the fact that:

The Bacon Mushroom Melt is the best sandwhich ever, in the history of man kind!! It's like GOD in sandwich form!!

But those cruel bastards at Wendys only bring it out for a limited time. So you best hurry on down and get one before they are gone.

Well like the subject said, I'm back from the cottage. Just washed up and the microwave should have food ready for me shortly. While I wait, I'm going to go dry my wallet, it's content therein, and my shoes. Yay wet stuff.
If I don't veg out by the tv then I may come back for a longer cottage post. If I don't return then rest assured I'm enjoying the Sunday night Simpsons.

Today I went gleaming around 10pm-ish with Jcloth. After the gleam we headed up Parklawn to Paulissas place, to pick them up. From there we all went down to 107, because we haven't been there in months, and I wanted to parteeeeeyy(I just said that in a SpongeBob Voice).

So we went down there, for the first time in ages and the place was dead, stone dead, Princess Di dead. like totally; insert analogy here; dead. But it was still fun, WAY too loud and they played way too much AC/DC and by too much I mean 2 songs. Stupid sars concert old folk rock music.... but I digress. I had fun, impressed some femeninas with my ability to cheeseley air guitar my way through said AC/DC song (quite good looking femeninas I might add). Later on I think I was singing along to Deftones Minerva a bit too loudly cause I strained my vocal chords... yet again. But I love that song, so I guess it was worth it :)

After droping off the paullisa, we went down to Sizzlin Jacks for some food because the night was still young and it's always a great idea to eat before goign to sleep... at least that's what I remember them saying... anyways we went down to Jacks and I shockingly did NOT get a cheddar omelet... for those that' haven't eaten there with me I always get that. The waitress comes by I freak out and blurt out the same thing every time. But this time I got some Poutine. It was alrighjt, small portion but alright. Still I would've been happier with the cheddar omelet.

Now I'm home and tired I'm gonna go wash up and get ready for bed, going up to parteeeeey(Sponge Bob again) at bashtards cottage tomorrow.

So I was watching the ol' television, all the way out in the livingroom, and saw an ad for that Axe men's body spray. Now I had seen this commercial before and had found it amusing, so I didn't flip away when it came on. For those that don't know the commercial, it shows girls in different countries saying things like "I could listen to you talk about football all day", "It's not your fault I'm just always early", and other such amusing things that girls would not be saying. Because the girls are in other countries they shockingly speak different languages... NON-english languages. So for us to know what they are saying we are given subtitles to follow along. Well we Canadians are. For you see the version I saw was aired on a U.S. station, and they modified the commercial to fit their target country. The modification involved taking out all the crazy foreign languages, so people wouldn't have to read those pesky subtitles. I guess they were afraid that by having "words" on the screen the commercial would shoot right over the heads of a large percentage of their viewing audience.... come on everyone, chant with me, U - S - A, U - S - A....

"And then I take some sedatives, and everything's dandy. Everything's dandy"