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Sometimes, you have to go with what you know....

Like I know that an optical track ball was the way to go. It was $30 more, but I should have gotten it. Why oh why didn't I? It wasn't even me who paid for it, since the Company picks up the tab. Jinx, Rox, and double jinx/rox.

Because it's mechanical, and not optical, there's always some nasty gooey jam crusted on the ball or one of its moving parts, and I have laborously clean it out almost daily. What a pain. An optical trackball would not have happened thus. Nab dang it!

I guess the leason to be learned here is, productivity doesn't come cheap. A mouse is only $20, but it'll give me Carpel Tunnel Syndrome (of which I have, thank you very much). A trackball does ease the pain. But now it's giving pain of another sort.... annoyance.

....the moral of the story is this: Don't be cheap if the Company isn't. posted by losir at 10:18 AM

Well, the Maple Leafs have done it again! Teased us and played us like the fool that we are. Every year, when they get past first round in the playoffs, something inside them snaps, and they fold like a 300 pound lady sitting on a two dollar lawn stool. Disgusting.

I'm not bitter, I'm not even upset. How can you be mad when you're disenchanted? Starting from game 1, I was already saying that although I'd love to see the Leafs take it, you know it ain't gonna happen. That's right, the Toronto Make Belief tradition stands proud and strong. Let's get their hopes up, so they'll buy more of our jersies, then suck egg. Next year, we'll blame it on the luck of the bad logo, and make new shirts. Then the good folks of Toronto will need to buy our shirts all over again. As long as we don't win the Stanley, we can blame the logo. One of these days, one of these shirt design will bring the Cup gloriously back to our pond! It's just gotta happen, as long as you buy more merchandise. Promise.

Well, now you know what a diehard Leafer like me will never own a Leaf's jersey, how can you support a team that loves to disappoint?

....Remember, there's ALWAYS next year. Har Har Har. posted by losir at 10:28 PM

Oh snap. Dis here Blogger works, dog. Back to English, yo.

Wilco came back from the Land of the Rising Sun for some hehem... official work business. So a bunch of us went out for dinner. It was good to catch up on each other's lives. Him and I aren't the bestest of friends, in fact, this is only my second time I've met him. However, he's a pretty cool guy to chum with, and we crack each other up constantly. So there. Looking forward to Friday night, when the men are going to ... umm... ballet. Yeah, that's it.

I don't know what's worse: people who have online journals, or others who read them and makes fun of the writer.

Look kids, if you find it cheesy, it's the World Wide Web, notice the World Wide portion, that means, there are websites all over! Hark, wonders never ceases, go read something else. Leave me be. :P But it's cool. I got the thick skin. Or else I wouldn't be alive today.

Working out at lunch now. Man it's touch. I feel like such a social leper, since I don't hang out with anyone during lunch, and then I end up eating at my desk. Such are the pains when you're born skinny. Sigh.

....Losir Out.







posted by losir at 1:37 PM

What good is bloody blogger, if I can't update? Arg, Stupid.

....I ain't hatin' playa. posted by losir at 11:48 AM

Oh, almost forgot this little gem.

That's just too funny.... Lookit playaz, if you want to bling-bling, and display your mad ice for us to go blind, try to get a real host for your awesome website, instead of Geocities. Allll-ight? I mean, I'm using Geocities too, but I'm not trying to pretend I gotz the dolla bills, yo. By the way, a Ranger and a Firebird? Not exactly prestigious rides, are they?? I bet you painted your trailers gold too, right? Oh, I like the photoshop gleam in your plastic jewelry too. I know they be plastic, I got my style on at the local Walmart, and put a whole fitty cents into one of them machines that by twisting the knob, an egg drops out and a cool prize is waiting inside. Almost looked like real shine. Damn, you got mad skillz on da Pho-shop, G.

....see what popular culture have produced? 3 white kids who don't know the difference between English and Ebonics. Sigh.




posted by losir at 3:13 PM

Dang, I write a lot sometimes. Sorry for the wordiness. I'll keep it nice and short for today.

I'm trying to work out at lunch, and so I have time to goof around after work.

...EOF posted by losir at 2:33 PM

Ooooh, what a fun Saturday. Thanx firstly to Yoyo for planning the outing. You're da man, man.

Wanna know what we did? Huh, do you? Huh, huh? Well, do ya? Tough, you're gonna read it anyway.

Let's start from the beginning. It was about 3-4 days ago when I received a Yahoo IM asking "Hey Losir, do you want to eat 'Pun Choy' this Saturday?" Simple enough question, but I had no idea what 'pun choi' was. It turns out it's phonetically incorrect, and it's more like "Puen Choy". I know it's just an extra 'e', but it made all the difference.

Puen Choi is a Chinese dinner consisting of only 1 dish. Basically, it comes in one huge gigantic bowl, with layers of food piled onto each other. So the first layer will be fishball, veggies, duck, roast pork, then below that is steamed chicken, different type of roasted pork, different veggies, etc. Until the very last layer, where it's mostly a soup. I've never had it before, and it was an experience. The food was so plentiful, 9 people at one table could not finish it all. Our table did about half before we were so stuffed, not one person could eat another bite.

Did I mention that there were 26 people who went today? But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Of course I wanted to try "Puen Choy". Why would I deprive myself of such an experience. I've never had it before, and I didn't know what to expect (the description above was only written after I knew how it looked); so I was eager to say yes. Plus it's been several weeks since I've hung out with Yoyo and his bunch. So yes, yes, and yes.

The place to eat it is in London Ontario, it would take 2.5 hours from Toronto to London. It seemed like a long way, and we weren't going to just drive there, eat, and go home. We wanted to make a day of it. By Kitchener, there's a play park called Eastgate Park that had Go Karts, batting cages, rock climbing, driving range, mini golf and a whole lot more. It was decided that since Kitchener falls between the route from T.O. to London, we might as well stop for several hours to play some games. Brilliant.

Fast forward Friday. The plan was to meet at the Company on Saturday morning at 10:30am and head out from there. However since there were also a bunch of people based in Mississauga, we were going to meet "on the way". That is, everyone had a walkie talkie (Motorola Talkabouts), the T.O. group would radio us when they were close to the highway entrance from Mississauga.... Plan didn't exactly work, as some people, (who's names I shall leave out) were tardy and slow. To make a very uninteresting story short, we never did hook up, until lunch time at Booger Thing.

Yada Yada, when we got to EastGate Park, we first played at the batting cages. There were 3 speeds, slow, medium, and fast. At first, people tried the slow batting cage, and everyone was posing and having a good time swinging at the ball that lazily came floating by. However, soon people were talking smack, and challenges of trying the fast batting cage was being said. Fido had said earlier that Special-K could hit fastballs better than him. We didn't believe it, so we called his bluff. Commanding Special K to try, she obliged.

True to form, out of 12 balls, she made at least 2 solid contacts, and several foul tips. Not bad for a girl. I don't want to sound sexist, but how many girls do you know that can hit a fast ball? I don't know many. Heck I certainly can't.

Next came TN, who was all like "If a chick can do it, I can too." So in went the token, and out came the fast balls. And you know what? He wiffed every single time. He couldn't even touch the ball. We were all laughing and hollering at his misfortune and lack of form. Take that, you sexist pig!

Then Fido gave it a try. True to his words, Special K was still the best hitter of the day.

Next came little ol' me. I've never been a decent baseball player. I can field and throw pretty good, but when it came to hitting the ball, I'm pretty unco-ordinated. I tried anyway, I mean, if TN couldn't hit one, where's the shame?? I went in there, doning the helmet and inserted my token. Before I even had time to set up, the first ball flew by me....

When the 12 ball had flown past, I had hit one ball poorly, and made about 3 foul tips. Pretty pathetic, as I didn't make solid contact on any one. I was upset at myself for such a poor showing, so I scream, "So what? At least I have a motorcycle." Which, now on hindsight made me sound like a sore loser, of which I can be one. I'm pretty competitive at times, and the when I can't step up to the challenge, I get mad at myself.

Next went mute, who I didn't really bother to watch, because I was talking to several other people. When he came out, I scooted back in, wanting to try once more. This time I redeemed myself, as I made at least two to three solid hits. Nothing great, but at least they weren't crappy ass pop fly looking thingys. Good enough I guess.

Next event was go-karts. Which, when all things said, wasn't really that much fun. It was dumb, because after every single lap, you had to stop and give a ticket to continue playing, which is really silly, and kind of ruined the flow. However, we got pictures of everybody with their helmets on, which is rather hilarious.

Then we played a round of mini-golf. It was really fun in the beginning, but towards the 13th hole, it got pretty stale. The courses were too hard. For me, mini-golf holes should all be possible to get a hole in one, I mean, it could be extremely difficult, but at least physically possible. Not so with these holes. Some of them were so long, I don't know anyone who can put that hard. Also, because there was 5 of us in a group, and a lot of "cheating" was going on, I soon lost interest in keeping score, which made the game really boring. So we stopped at hole 13.

Last we hit the driving range. I'm not a golf guy. I love the sport and the idea of driving 300 yards, but golf I find is one sport that requires real technique. Well, suffice to say that Tiger Woods won't have to worry about me, like ever. I did make 2-3 good shots, and 1 really nice drive. I was happy with that one, because they say, you can hear a well hit shot off the tee. Okay, don't think it was like a 200 yard drive even, more like 150, but at least I felt good about hitting it, and that's really the point.

Finally, at 6pm, we went to the restaurant where they served Puen Choy. Since there were 26 of us, we had 3 tables of 8, 8, and 9. When the food came, we were all optimistic about finishing it. The owner said that if we finished it, there'd be a special prize awarded..... probably a bottle of antacid if you ask me.

There's just no way 5 guys and 4 girls could eat that much food. I ate the most at my table, but we couldn't even polish half of the bowl. There was 1 table that was doing very good, so I helped out there by the near end of it, trying to at least finish one of the bowls. Here's where my social commentary kicks in. During my college "lean" years, food wasn't exactly an assured thing. So I take special offence when people use food as a toy. This is how I felt tonight, each table trying to out eat each other, but without really enjoying the meal. It was for bragging rights more than it was anything else. When I realized what I was doing, I felt pretty bad.

The lady did offer us doggie bags to take home, but the food wasn't really that good, and after sitting in its own soup for that long, the food actually didn't taste very good either. So we didn't doggie bag any home. What a waste. I won't do that again!

Anyhow, to end this, my friends and I had a wicked, wild time. Yoyo, who organized this little get together and getting lost from lunch to EastGate Park was pretty funny. And the fact that mute once again didn't make any attempts to hit on the girl that he was "set up" with, was pretty darn predictable too. He also made his usual gay joke, when I was sticking out my chest to show I've been working out. "Hey Losir, I can see your nipples." Yeah, real cute pal, just admit you like men, and end this charade.

Okay, that's it. I'm spent, but happy. I love big group outings, it's so fun.

....I had a McD's chocolate sundae with fudge at the end of the night.


posted by losir at 1:34 AM