13 October 2005

I wish I had a food budget

Children, come around and hear a story. A story of a drink.

It's got blue curacao. It's got gin. It's got orange juice. It is called a ninja turtle. And I am enjoying one currently.

We (Elaine and I), just saw Les Miserables, and I feel very french, french, french. Apparently it was a bit of a different production, since it was all musical. Oh, sure, it's a musical, but even the spoken bits were...musical. I was pleased with the outcome, and I have nothing but thanks to give to Elaine's parents for getting her the tickets for her birthday. I've been downtown all my life, and never felt part of the haute couture, as it were. But here I am, drinking a ninja turtle in a condo in a luxurious-ish complex, overlooking Lake Ontario, post-theatre show, and I've elevated from the status of the common prole. Jesus neato, I'm even dressed up. Gussied, if you will. Compared to Elaine though, I'm not that fancy. She looks great.

Apple came out with their new iPod today, I am somewhat pleased. Their venture into video isn't too enticing, I won't be replacing my original 4th Generation just yet. I don't really care about being able to watch porno on the bus, let alone Transformers or Scrubs. I guess once their prices drop, perhaps, I might look into the 5G and maybe cut myself off from purchasing a PSP...for now.

Elaine doesn't like this drink, but I do.

I was home for the weekend, what with the Thanksgiving and all. I've got a drumstick warming slowly in the car, so I am pleased. Nothing like putrid fowl for breakfast. Mmmmmmmm.

Ah, here's poncy boy Ewan McGregor on the T-V. What a fancy git, apparently gets naked in every movie he's in. Apparenly a heroin-laced Ewan gets my girlfriend going, so I'm not sure what to think, really. Confusion, she sets in.

Hark! Another turtle arrives! I deem it Leonardo.

Moment of Zen: He'd just tape it to the wall and go to town.

07 October 2005

Red mosquito

A quick update. You'll notice this new bar on the side of the site, it's my Digg. Took me an assload of time trying to figure out how to implement it into the blog, but there it is. Digg is a site born of the mind of Kevin Rose, a tech guy who used to be on the old TechTV, and more recently (until quitting), G4. He's now doing two online shows, Diggnation which covers the top Digg stories with ex-TechTV guy Alex Albrecht; and Systm, a more technical nerd gig. Digg has news articles (mostly tech/gaming/science-related, you know I dig that crap) that people post, sifting the best articles to the top of the page. What you'll be seeing on the right are the ones I've dug, as it were. I've also cleaned up the HTML a bit more, and for what's it's worth, I'm going to teach myself this CSS, seems to me to be a step above the HTML.

I'll be off to see Jon Stewart now, goodnight, children.

Moment of Zen: Do the bearcat.

05 October 2005

Visa vie

I suppose it's time to post again. Hooray, fancy things for all.

My biggest problem with posting is actually the title. I'll sit down, ready to throw some words at the screen, and then Blogger's "Title" box mocks me. I think about it for a minute...and nothing comes. Once that happens, I'm pretty well out of steam in terms of desire to write anything. However! Today I am writing the post first, and title second, so I've eliminated the one who holds me back. I claim victory.

So the hockey begins tonight. I'll be working, so that's just wonderful. In lieu of that, I was playing NHL 06 last night, and I had the Leafs win 3-1, with Spezza getting Ottawa's only goal. Toronto's goals were scored by Sundin, O'Neill, and...Domi. I was surprised, too.

Speaking of surprises, I'm not sure that I mentioned it in a previous post (likely not), but Elaine and I picked up an Xbox not too long ago. Also, I exchanged my bulky PS2 for the sexy slim-line one:

I didn't think this would ever happen.
The 3 Systems: Sexy PS2, hipster Gamecube, and
garish Xbox now dominate my TV stand. Holy wow!

I don't quite believe it either, but how it worked out is that Elaine already had a few games for the Xbox (her brother has one), and I felt like catching up on all the games I never got to play in the past few years. My first opinions: Knights of the Old Republic and Halo? Suck. Maybe I'm playing them too late in the system's life cycle to enjoy them, but Halo - even on PC - was mediocre at best, and KotoR was far too tabletop "roll your dice"-ish for me. I'm loving Sonic Mega Collection, though, so that's a plus. Need to pick up an extra controller so Elaine can be Tails and get stuck in craters and whatnot. That's not a jab at Elaine, mind you, just that did anyone ever manage to do anything effectual as Tails?

And on the topic of Elaine, our six-month thing rolls around in November, but I'm not at liberty to divugle any information as to what we're doing. Not because I don't know, but because she reads this. Stop trying to get me in trouble, you asses.

We're going to see Jon Stewart on Friday, and Les Miserables next Wednesday, so the coming week should be decent. Sure, I have to miss an integral concert pertaining to my Listening to Music course, but bah, what's a few percent, eh?

This year's starting off right, I can assure you.

I travel in odd circles online, so please, don't ask me how I came across this. Cat owners, would you put your feline friend into what looks to be Vader's resperatory pod...OF DEATH? I'm reminded of what Tycho had to say about litterboxes once. To me, the whole thing looks hilarious, but then again, the idea of cats and cats in ill situations make me laugh. Like when my friend Katie mentioned, "during the summer there was a huge wind storm, and I think it blew our cat off the balcony." Glasses-removing laughter, that's what I was overcome with. At that moment I think the proper emotions expected were to be regret and condolence, but not so in my case. Pure, sheer, hilarity. I mean, I'm imagining it now, I know it's bad, but in my head I see this:


Look at him go! Hahahaha.
I'm going to hell.

Alright, I've got to drive to Guelph, thank god. Gets me out of Thorold for a few hours at least.

Moment of Zen: Far too much oatmeal. Far too much.