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[2/02/2002]
So I got myself reviewed by "Absolutely Fabulous Reviews". Thanks for the kind words and encouragements.
I don't like guest books. I mean, they're a great convenience to see who may have dropped by and had a peak. Frankly, the page wasn't really meant for anyone other than me and my family. Sure, a lot of people know of the page, including friends and co-workers, but it's not for them either. I did leave an email addy, if you really wanted me. Oh well. Otherwise, I'm very happy with the review. It wasn't about the score (97/100, but lowest of the recent bunch), it was just to be read and know that someone else other than me enjoyed reading it. ;-) ...97/100. If I had scores like that in school....
[2/01/2002]
Last night, I decided to hit the LAM (Local Asian Mall) for dinner. Driving to my favorite parking area, I noticed that it had no been plowed. Undaunted, I pulled in head first anyhow, thinking that my car was powerful enough to get out.
When I opened my door, I had noticed that the snow was as high as the bottom of my door sill, that is, fairly deep. Unperturbed, I went along my merry way, feeling confident that indeed, 150hp under the hood with traction control at the wheels is plenty push in the snow. But as I wandered through the LAM, I kept thinking of the one time in 99 when the snow was so deep, my previous Golf was stuck really good in the middle of the road. I was starting to be a little concerned. Certainly, I could dig myself out of the spot eventually, but how loser would it look if I was stranded in the spot when literally, 5-6 meters away, there was an underground parking lot? Arriving back in the car without food (long story, the shop was closed, and I didn't feel like much else in there), I once again surveyed my situation. The snow was indeed very deep, and now I was really worried. I climbed into my car with a sigh, started the car, popped her into reverse, and gave it gas. True to my worst fears, the car didn't budge. Oh the tire spun all right, but the snow was so deep, it seemed as if it had lifted the tires off the ground. So I turned off my traction control and gave it a good heaping of throttle. Nothing. After more spurts of gas, and riding the clutch, I stop. The car stalls. "Okay, maybe if I put it in first, and then back up...." So I restart the car, stick it into first, and gave gas. Great, the car didn't move. After a good 20 seconds of reverse and first gear, I popped the car back into neutral, cursing at my stupidity. I opened the door and leaned out, checking my status. I began to scoop handfuls of snow out of the way, realizing how stupid I look, and how fruitless that was going to be. I closed the door and sat there, red with anger and embarassment. I started the car again, and tried once more to move. Nope Then it hits me. The handbrake was still engaged! Oh mother of pearl. I smack myself on the forehead. Drop the handbrake, engage in reverse, and back right out. ....if IQ was required for a drier's license, I'd be taking the bus.
[1/31/2002]
Here are some pix of nice snow. Using Ofoto to host my pix once more.
 Lovely snow....
Just a quick bunch of links today. Remember how I said that I hated websites that uses miniscule fonts? Here are some bad offenders. Kicker is, they are darn interesting reads....
....But otherwise, they're wonderfully designed and well written. :thumbs up:
[1/30/2002]
I was at the Company kitchette, if you can call it that. It's really a photocopy room slash kitchen counter slash hidey-hole.
Annnyway, I was getting myself a spot of tea, when I emptied out the sugar jar. Being the ever community conscious little guy, I grabbed the bag of sugar off the top shelf in order to fill 'er back up. After opening the bag, I grabbed the jar with my hands and twisted on the lid. Rather, I should say attempted to twist the lid open. For no matter how hard I twisted with either left or right hand, I couldn't budge the bugger thing. And I did try. I used water, I dried it off. I used a towel, a napkin, a paper towel, my bare hands. Short of using my own shirt or throwing it on the floor, I couldn't budge it. So one of my buds, Mr. Lee says: "Hey man, I see you power-lifting in the gym, and you can't open a tiny little lid? What use are you dude?" Not much apparently. Honestly, it was one stuck lid. I really did give it all. I guess in my defence, I was still really tired from the workout the night before, I was still so sore. Which reminds me of a little sticker I once had. Gums - so old, it couldn't bite his way out of a paper bag. That's exactly how I felt! Finally, another fellow came by and said: "Just tap it against the counter some." >Brapp!< Worked like a charm. ....hey I work out, but never bragged about it. Sheesh, everyone's a critic.
[1/29/2002]
[Edited. You know me....]
I have a confession to make. I like the S Club 7. The shame.... I know, I shouldn't, but just like that last cup of tea/coffee at 9:30pm which will keep you up all night, or the extra piece of cheese cake that you know will pad your love handles; you just indulge. And that's what the S Club 7 (7) is like for me. Pretty saccharine, bite me. Whatever it is, I can't help but like (most of) their music. It's so poppy and naively upbeat, it puts a smile on my face. Even when the song is supposedly sad, I dunno, I smile at it's innocence, hinting at an earlier age when life was easy and carefree. Love was yanking on a girl's pony tail, flirting was snapping her training bra strap. Listen carefully, and you can almost hear the barbershop quartet of yesteryears, as well as the obvious "do-wop" homage. Yes, their voices are overly resampled and digitally filtered to make it sound cleaner, more harmonic, more manufactured precision. But it is exactly this quality that I enjoy when the times are tough and I just need to be spoon-fed something easy on the ears. Like apple sauce and cream of wheat when you need a home-feeling pick-me up. 7 Just seem to bring me peace and tranquiltiy I couldn't get with guys like umm.... Andrew WK. I have heard his stuff, which is a little too much for me. Then again, he's got that one song "Party Hard", which is kinda catchy. Of course, I still listen to rap/hip-hop/r&b, and I'm starting to appreciate jazz like Count Basie, Louie Armstrong & Ella Fitzgerald; although I don't really like be-bop like Dizzie Gillespie and Charlie Parker, preferring ol' skol jazz. Heck I'm even liking the "snowboarder" music, as hydrabenzine calls it. And no, it's not because one of the 7 happen to have big boobies. Sure I noticed, it's not hard to miss, and they make them all wear fairly tight clothes on the show and magazine spreads anyway. But they're so I dunno, listenable. Where's the shame in that?! Okay, so I'm never going to hit one of their concerts and scream with the rest of the 12 yr olds, but can't a brotha just blast it in the confines of his car and earbuds? Alright?! Leave me alone, and I promise I'll keep the .mp3 looping to a minimum. ..."...Don't let anybody tell you how to live your life...." - S Club 7 "It's Alright".
I thought of this when I was in Gr. 9
There are 3 types of people in this world. First, those who are born smart - They are your basic rocket scientists. These folks can get you on the moon with nothing but toothpaste, baking powder, and a bit of water. The second are study smart. They are smart enough to study, and will generally get ahead of you, just because they try. Then there's the third, "smart ass". These homeboys don't know any better. They weren't born brainy, they can't remember their own names, but they sure can get into trouble. Well, I'm sure you can pretty much guess which one ol' losir belongs to. ...Hey, at least I'm in the top three catagories. I know there are only 3 catagories... be quiet!
[1/28/2002]
Good morning Larry Robinson, how's getting fired to go with that bagel and cream cheese? Tastes pretty bad, huh?
How does someone who goes from interim coach to winning a Stanley Cup to being ousted? Sure, the old adage is true: it is easier to fire the coach than it is the rest of the 24 guys. Afterall, the coach isn't the one out there scoring the goals. No amount of planning and setting up plays is going to be much good if the guys on the ice can't put the puck in the net. While I am a diehard Leaf's fan, I really am not a hockey aficionado. I won't try to pretend how a successful hockey team is managed, all I can say is "If a winning head coach can get canned, where do I stand in the Company?" Sobering thought that. Then again, it is easier to fire me then it is to fire the VP, right? ....right?? |