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See? Missed my Friday post. :) Coulda posted, but decided not to. Dunno why, just because I guess.

Thursday was the first really hot day in Toronto, and already, people are complaining about the heat. In the spirit of summer, I bought a box if popsicle for my group (12 people in all I think). Being a frozen treat and all, I hastily jammed the box into our 2nd floor kitchenette's mini fridge. Not smart.

For when I went back Friday after lunch for my dessert, every single one of the popsicle had become lukewarm Mr. Freezy. That is, it had all melted into a sugary syrup. The only good thing was that each of these popsicles are individually sealed, so nothing leaked. I brought them down to the cafe's kitchen, and stuck it in the icebox there. That saved most of it. Of course, the popsicles were supposed to be 2 popsicles stuck together, you know, the ones with 2 sticks that you can break apart and share? Yeah, well, not anymore. I tried eating one, it was a little messy. Shucks.

....good intentions is the mother of all letdown. posted by losir at 2:27 AM

I really don't have time to be making this many posts, but I have to talk about it, while it's still fresh in my mind.

All my life, every teacher I've ever had basically have commented at one time or another, in one way or another this: "Losir has the potential to excel in class, but does not."

Even to this day, there's a ring of truth in that.

I just had a little pow-wow with my former boss. He basically told me forthright that he fought very hard for me in terms of stock options, and in doing sold, basically told my new boss(es) that: "Watch him closely. He has potential, he's worth keeping."

That's nice. I mean I've never been one to know how to graciously accept compliments, but wow, to know that your ex-boss appreciates your contribution to the Company, I guess it's gotta mean something, right?!

It's not often I feel compel to try for someone else, but I guess I have no choice now, but to really get myself into shape for things to come. I have plateaued in my quest for knowledge right now, but I hope to break past that barrier soon. At the very least, chip away at it until I can squirm through.

....Go Speedracer Go.

posted by losir at 4:28 PM

Talk about mystery meat. Sheesh. I forgot that I had left a box of some kind of food in the back of my trunk. It's been there for over a week, maybe even 2. I mean, I haven't driven my car for so long..... oh man.

When I opened it, the smell!! And I was outdoors. I almost passed out. The gross bit was when the stupid styrofoam lid popped lose, and I had a glimpse of what was in there. Actually, I couldn't tell, it was all grey and fuzzy. Probably from the mold. Yeeeecch!!

Thank goodness at least I drove today, or else who knows how long it would have stayed in the trunk?

....and it was RIGHT after a full meal too. Boy, how scary. posted by losir at 1:59 PM

Geocities stinks. :P

Neither Blogger nor I could log on to their FTP to update anything. Ugh. posted by losir at 10:10 AM

Apparantly, there are 4 types of people in this world....

Those who read in the washroom,
Those who don't.
Those who talk about stupid things like this....

And those who fall asleep while taking a dump. You read it right! I heard someone snoring this afternoon in the stall next door. Freaky. posted by losir at 3:08 PM

How can the Canadian geese embody the spirit of the land? They're rude, inconsiderate, selfish, and just plain annoying. They're easily provoked to acts of agressive behaviour, cocky, and they don't look both ways before crossing the street.

Take for example, our local geese population by the Company. On any given day, they will leisurely waddle across the path of an oncoming vehicle, with total disregard for the safety of the driver and passenger in the car. They seem to know, or assume to know, that these big honking mass of metal will always brake for them and their loved ones. Honking the horn does nothing, as it just confuses them when they hear it...."Why is he in such a rush? It's a gorgeous spring day."

They're smug too, knowing full well they're protected by the laws of Canada. They know that it's a crime to knowingly hurt them, and equally wrong if we can't stop in time. So they just take their sweet butt time, with grass in their teeth and a spring in their webbed feet shuffle we call strolling.

Well, I saw we just run them over. As Darwin's evolution seem to suggest, if we kill a couple of them, their future generations will probably be more fearful of the automobile, and once again let the cars have the right of way. I think if they respected us a little more, maybe I wouldn't be so upset.

....that or we stop destroying and building on top of their natural habitat. posted by losir at 3:01 PM

an-tic-i-pa-tion (an tis uh pay'shuhn) n.
1. the act of anticipating or the state of being anticipated.
2. realization in advance; foretaste.
3. expectation or hope.
4. intuition, foreknowledge, or prescience.
5. a premature withdrawal or assignment of money from a trust estate.
6. a musical tone introduced in advance of its harmony so that it sounds against the preceding chord.

What a wonderful word to remember if you happen to ride in the streets of Toronto.

In the span of less than a week, I've had 2 near misses of being flattened on my bike, all due to wonderful Toronto city drivers....

Please all you cage loving, 4 wheeled worshippers, try to use a your eyes and a little bit of your brain when sharing the road with the rest of us. It's a jungle out there, and I feel like the prey. This ain't good, trust me.

Both incidents revolve around stupidity on the part of the driver, and the anticipation of me. (You'll be seeing that word a lot today.) Let me explain in detail.

First instance, the idiot driver was waiting to make a left into a smaller street at a traffic-lighted intersection. Losir was immediately behind the driver also waiting to turn into the same street. As the advanced green showed, both vehicles began to make the left, one after the other. When the offending vehicle had entered into the street, she immediately pulled to the right of the lane (the road being turned into had 2 lanes; one driving, one passing.)

As this occured, Losir anticpated, slowing down because making a left turn into the right lane is not standard driving practice. Without notice, head turn, or turn signal blink, the stupid driver proceeded to make a U-turn. Losir slowed and revved his engine, hoping the stupid driver would veer back into her lane before he T-boned her. She swerved a little to the right, and then proceeded to still make the U-turn. Losir did not use expletives at the time, but wanted to. The last thing he remembered was the lady looking out his way, probably surprised that she came so closed to hitting him, and that there was a bike right there; although we'll never understand why, unless she didn't notice that he was also waiting to make a left turn before the light was green. Stupid lady almost killed him. I'm glad to report that he didn't give her the universal sign of displeasure, the middle finger.

Second instance, surprise surprise, it also involves a U-turn. Losir was the first in line to make a left turn, again into a road that has 2 lanes. Opposite of him, a lady slowing down to make a right.

As Losir's side gave the advanced green light, he proceeded through the intersection. At the exact same time, the lady on the oppposite side made a rolling stop and also made the right. Losir and the lady's car exited the intersection and into the road at the same time. Her car edged towards the leftmost of her right lane. Anticipating her actions because most people can't turn their car into their own lane, Losir did not accelerate his vehicle. Again, without so much as a blink, the lady made a U-turn while they were near parallel. Losir slammed on his brakes, using every last ounce of his braking power without performing a stoppie or skidding and actually stops in the middle of the road. Worried that there was someone else making a left and can't stop quick enough to avoid rear-ending me, he looks back to make sure it's clear. It is. He finally lets the better of his judgement get to him, and honked her for a good 5 seconds. Losir thought about going back and giving her a piece of her mind, but instead just shook his head, knowing again that anticipation had saved his life. Again, her facial expression was that of bewilderment, "Where did he come from??"

In both times, if I had been in a car, we would have definitely been in an accident.

I now totally understand all the meanings of anticipation. Let's start with the first.

1. the act of anticipating or the state of being anticipated.
This is what I have to do, each time I share the road with you stupid drivers.

2. realization in advance; foretaste.
This is something you have to do, if you ride a motorcycle. Think of every cager (that is, people who drive their car like they're protected by a cage) has your name on it. And yes, they're all out to get you. Remember that, and you'll ride for a long time.

3. expectation or hope.
I expect to die, but I hope to live. Unless stupid cagers send me Heaven bound early.

4. intuition, foreknowledge, or prescience.
I already know before hand that you're out to kill me, and I'm intuitive enough to know that for some reason, you can't see a two wheeled motorized vehicle.

5. a premature withdrawal or assignment of money from a trust estate.
If I die, someone will definitely withdraw from a trust estate, in the form of an insurance policy. If I go to the race track in the sky, s/he will be a millionaire.

6. a musical tone introduced in advance of its harmony so that it sounds against the preceding chord.
I believe this is like me honking before I t-bone the car and make a lovely crunching sound with my bones. Beautiful.

...People, I can't stress enough, you guys will kill me one day. It won't even be my fault; and that ain't fair. posted by losir at 9:58 PM

I just realized, there are only 2 types of people in this world. Those who read in the can, and those who don't.

No, really, it's true. Just think. For the ones that do, their reasons range from bordom to multi-tasking. The ones that find reading in the can offensive normally begin with "It's a dirty place", all the way to "What if my thing touched the rim while reading?? Oh gross!"

I personally don't trust anyone that doesn't read while taking a "number 2" break. I mean, what a waste of time, to be on the throne for 10 minutes without a thing to look at except maybe the graffiti on the stall door or worse, between the cracks of the door to see just who might hear you dropping a load....

I love to read when I'm doing my business. It is so relaxing and it gives me comfort in the fact that although human defecation is such a necessary part of my daily routine, it doesn't have to either be boring or uncomfortable.

The ones that don't read, I dunno what you're doing in there. Maybe you're the type of person who just goes, and goes. I understand if you don't want to be there, especially in a public place like work. But maybe that's why you're eager to leave, because you don't know how to enjoy the little things in life; like a good article/book while hanging a brownie.

For those who haven't experienced the pleasure, try it. You might like reading while pooping. The only downside is that you might get hooked, and forget where you are, only to find that when you stand, your legs are numb and have gone to sleep. That sucks.

...actually, there's a third type of person: It's he ones weird enough that talk about stuff like this.....





posted by losir at 2:19 PM

I caved in and have decided to take an ASM course at the local college. I'm just not learning fast enough for my liking, and as much as the books I've read have helped, hopefully a little bit of hand-holding will do me some good. I am usually not that flaky, but alas, this is my job (and livelihood) at stake here. As much as I abhor the rigmarole of school, I don't have much of a choice, do I.

So expect 4 months of male PMS from yours truely. I think I'm gonna be really anal for a while longer yet. Please understand if I'm not my usual charming, cute, fun little self, and instead, become this man-bitch (bitch - female dog, nothing offensive here).

I sure hope YOU can cope with me though.

....if nothing else, my blogs will probably be funnier, as I'll be ranting a LOT more. posted by losir at 5:19 PM

So like, I think I was talking out of my butt. I didn't do this Mensa workout in less than 15 minute. I didn't actually time myself per se, but it just didn't feel that long. Having watched other people do it, it probably took me like 45 min to do. :) I honestly didn't sit there and try to figure it out though, it was either I knew it or not - in which case I just took the most likely guess.

I'm starting to get too careless on my bike. I've been really pre-occupied with my work stuff to deserve riding.

Sunday afternoon, while riding along a nice stretch of curved roads in Mississauga, it was a green light as I approached the intersection. Checking and making sure that there was no oncoming traffic on the opposite side, I proceeded to give it a little more gas to make the left. Stupid.

I didn't check if there were pedestrians, and sure enough, there was a girl of about 10-12 riding her bicycle across the street. Panic mode set in as she fixated on my bike, and started riding towards me. I braked, and veered behind her. It wasn't as scary as I make it, but still I wasn't paying attention, and some poor kid on her bike almost got hurt because of me. Dumb, dumb, dumb.

Then while following ms. toxin in her sister's NB (that's New Beetle, for all you non-VW owning peeps), I started looking at all these nice houses while basically riding her bumper. I was thinking to myself, "Dang, I better get this ASM and C stuff up to par, or else I'll never live here." Then I see out of the corner of my eye, traffic up ahead went to a dead stop! I panic braked, pulling in both clutch and front brake, while left foot is pounding downshifts while the right foot on the rear brakes. Infact, my stopping power was so sudden, that I actually did a rolling stoppie. Okay, they're fun when you meant to do one, but not at all nice when you're about to slam into the back of someone you know. By the way, a stoppie is like an endo on a BMX, but only this is for motorcycles. A normal stoppie just stops dead where you are, raising the back of the bike; pausing on the front wheel before dropping back down. A rolling stoppie allows you to actually ride on the front wheel while the rear is in the air.... It was close. I actually did a rolling stoppie, and then the bike dropped down, bounced on my back tire, skidded about 1 - 2 feet, before coming to a complete stop. Not frighteningly close, but close enough to make me concentrate on the road the rest of the way, without tailgating her. I'll have to try for that move again, when I mean to do it.

Anyhow, accident averted, and it's kinda good to know I can rely on the amazing brakes of my 929 to get me out of a jam. My initial concern was that the minivan behind me, who was also tailing a little close, wouldn't have time to stop, and hit me instead. Well, all's well that ends well, as he saw the stopped traffic before I did, and nothing came out of it, except a good story.

....and I was going to rant about how bad drivers are getting in T.O. Humble pie never tastes good, even if you're hungry. posted by losir at 3:08 PM

Rats, missed my Saturday post. Was too busy in real life... and it went like this:

Wake time- 1:30pm. Wouldn't have gotten up if ms. toxin and ChocoSnoopy didn't wake me up for lunch.

Lunch- 3:30pm. Yes that's right, it was a late lunch, but that's okay. I was just starting to feel hunger. Although it wasn't Sunday, still had a brunch of Steak and eggs. Steak 8oz of blandness, medium rare. Two eggs, over easy. Four wedges of toast, chunks of potato, and the all important cantelope slices. Too bad I didn't order the O.J., opting instead for Iced Tea.

Shopping- 4:30pm. Bought an ice-cream. Soft cone chocolate flavored, dipped in chocolate sauce. Needed the sugar to give a high. Skipped and bounced all the way to Steve's music store to look at guitar and sheet music. Promptly kicked out for having food on the premise. Screamed "But ice-cream isn't 'food', it's a treat!!!" No luck, so I left, vowing they'll never get my business ever again.

More Shopping- 5:00pm. Didn't have the energy to take stuff off and put clothes on. Opted instead to find ChocoSnoopy a pair of wicked high heeled pumps. Saw a pair that looked absolutely devilish on her. Wanted to shop around some more. By the time we went back to get them, the last pair was sold out. There's a lesson in there somewhere, dunno what it is though.

Still More Shopping: Got dragged into the Mac store. Damn wimmen. Both bought makeup, funny thing was.... they bought it on the advise of a guy. Okay, so he was totally homosexual. Probably cross dresses after work. Actually, he had on very feminine clothes at work. Welcome to the new millennium peeps. I wouldn't mind being sold a jock by a comely woman though. "Oh sir, would you like me to help you tighten that strap?" Mmmm....

Even Still More Shopping- 5:45pm. ms. toxin happens upon a pair of parasuco. Which I'm told, is all the rage these days. Tries it on, looks good, sold.

Time to go Home- 6:00pm. Actually, we were shopped out, because the Leaf game was on tonite, and I didn't want to miss the opening face-off.

Go Leafs Go- 7:10pm. Missed the face-off, but caught most of the game.... was losing 5-4 when I stopped watching.

Har Har- 9:45pm. Driving to Yuk Yuk's for a night of laughs and alcohol. Got in the car with the AM radio blasting the Leafs game. Ties it 5-5, then loses in overtime. Rats.

Time for Home, Again- 12:30am. Pretty good sets by all the comedians, except for the first girl. Kinda boring, but the headliner was hilarious. Drove to a Pizza Pizza to grab a quick late night snack.

Present-- 3:31am. Writing my blog. Tired as a dog.

....what did you do?? posted by losir at 3:20 AM