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Another person out of my life....

J-Phat, you've been a great co-worker for the last week man! Thanks for surfing for chicks with me on friendster. You've got a great eye for attention to detail and an excellent work ethic that will carry you far into your future. Here's to you being my boss in a year.

In the meantime, call me for "k" anytime, dawg! Good luck going back to school. I don't envy you, but you get much respect. "Holla!"

....By the way, a special "sup" to my homegirl BabyBanana - she's been lurking my page.
posted by losir at 5:58 PM

losir confirm kills on rodents.

Fri August 29, 03:39 PM ET
By losir

Toronto, Canada (Rueters) - A spokesperson for losir's pad has made a statement confirming two rodent kills as of last night causing all sorts of elation and disgust in the household. Eyewitnesses say a third may have gotten away, as the trap had sprung, but did not result in a downed mouse. Hopefully, this will deal a grave blow into the rodent population. Anonymous sources say they did hear of more rodent activities last night, but so far, have eluded all traps and peanut butter as bait.

....Oh geez, what place do I live in?? posted by losir at 5:05 PM

I just thought of something silly.

Do rocker dudes with their long flowing locks get their head all tangled up in their guitar strings when they're bobbing their head to the beat?

...Well? posted by losir at 4:22 PM

So here is my video of my new found Ace cutting trick.... (852k)

Let me break it down for you.

First was the Ace of Spade. The second time, I couldn't pull an Ace. However, note the third time - I was so sure I was going to get the ace of hearts, I didn't even look first.

David Blain ain't got nuttin' on me!!

I swear that I do not know how to do magic tricks.

....The one-handed cuts were me showing off.

posted by losir at 4:06 PM

Well now, that was dumb.

So I've got this favorite shirt see. It's really quite a nice shirt, and it's my favorite. Just like you, who have a favorite shirt, this too is mine. Did I tell you I'm quite fond of this shirt? Okay, it makes me look kind of not skinny.... Geez, must you make me say it?

Anyway, so I'm about to wear it today, when I noticed that the tag was scratching my sides. So being the man that I am, I grab my trusty pair of scissors and begin to snipity-snip. (Hey, Grade 8 home-ec class gives me a free pass to alter my clothing at will and still stay within the boundry of being straight, okay??)

Unfortunately, dear losir never does anything right, and ended up cutting too close. Not only did I remove the tag, I cut away some of the stitching which now left a hole in my shirt. Nice.

....Ayone know a good seamstress? Seriously. posted by losir at 3:52 PM

Deja vu, part two.

So about that deck of playing cards - I can cut an ace almost at will now.

I don't know how I do it, and I haven't tried it with another deck of cards, but it's getting to the point where I'm surprised that I don't cut an ace.

Now if I don't cut an ace the first time, without reshuffling, and I re-cut at a different place in the deck, I will normally pull an ace as well. That means it's 2 tries before an ace surfaces.

Maybe the aces are crimped in a way so that if I relax and let the cards spread out a little, there's a wider crack and easier for me to pick it out. It's certainly a simpler and more logical solution than....

Well I'm going to take my dig camera home tonite and record a video clip of my new found Kreskin-like powers. Maybe it'll work, and maybe I'll finally break my ace cutting streak, but I'm sure you'll want to see this for yourself.

....I like simple and logical, because I don't think I've got the magic stick. posted by losir at 11:22 AM

Stop me if you've already heard this one....

There's a mouse in my house. Yup. Again. This is most annoying.

So apparently my landlady has been storing food up in the spare room, which is attracting what I would assume to be a colony of mice. We killed the scout, but now they're bringing on the army.

Is it me? Am I dirty or something? I saw the little bugger this morning in my room too. I'm really upset. I don't have any food stuff in my room, not even a bag of potato chips.

And get this, there was a spider in one of my bowls last night when I went to make supper.

Look, I'm not some dirty, stinky, trailer-park living kind of guy. I shower every night (unless I'm drunk out of my mind) and brush my teeth at least twice a day (same exception applies if drunk). Okay, so my room is a little messy, but who doesn't have a messy room when living alone?! You neat freaks in the back of the room sit down and shut it.

I'm going to buy me some boxes, and store all unnecessary clutter in the basement. I'm gonna set me some mousetraps, then I'm gonna go hunt me some rodents.

....This means war.
posted by losir at 12:51 PM

I've been meaning to post this pic for the longest time.

What you see above are my rear rotors that were on my GTI. At only around 52,000 kilometers - which to you non-metric folk, is a very small milage number, the rotors are totally unuseable and needed to be replaced. And at Volkswagen of Canada, they call this "normal wear and tear."

Thanks to my brother and cousin Yodaslap, I was able to get aftermarket replacement for a very cheap price.

....Crapola.

posted by losir at 6:05 PM

My Dad made me promise him that I'd buy some vitamin B Complex to boost my failing memory. Which is all well and good, except, I keep forgetting to take it.

Har har.

....hey, it's the classic case of the rooster and the egg. posted by losir at 11:44 AM

[Edit 8/26/03]

It's been about a year since Finn has passed on. While again I stressed I did not know him personally, I'm still saddened by the thought that he's gone.

I reflect back to all the near misses and close calls I've had during my seemingly too short tenure on my bike. I am no great rider myself, but with all the bad and good factored in, there's never been a moment of regret.

Yes, it cost a lot of money just to have a bike, and that could have gone towards something more sensible. And yes, my parents would probably be less worried knowing that I was driving instead of riding. Heck, I'll even grudgingly admit that occasionally (edited 8/26/03), a cage is safer than a bike.

Yet, nothing, I mean nothing beats the feel of the oneness I've felt while leaned over on in a corner. Nothing surpasses the joy and anticipation of the next bend, hoping that this time, I'll be scraping my knees over pavement. It is a virtual nirvana when cruising down the highway on a perfect summer day - not being stupidly fast, but fast enough to know, "Man, this thing is a rocket."

To say that each time you ride, you've arrived safely, I guess it's the adrenaline rush. It's in knowing that not everyone out there could handle riding a bike. It's realizing that sometimes, other strangers will respect you because you ride. Obviously, I don't ride for anybody else's joy, the bike is my serendipity.

Satisfaction. That's the buzz word for the day. It's that when the sun is shining, the traffic is light, and the curves are smooth, that my friend, satisfies me.

....Now I just gotta find that stupid coolant leak. posted by losir at 7:56 PM

That darn deck of cards is giving me the hebee-geebies man!

The Toxic One swung by my pad last night, and I told her about the Ace of Diamond, Ace of Hearts thing. She thought it was rather spooky as did I. Throughout the conversation, I was idly shuffling the deck. I then cut the cards, half expecting and half dreading that I would pull an Ace.

....I got the Ace of Diamond on the first cut. posted by losir at 11:27 AM

Friendster is not as fun as real life. Not nearly by half.

So I was talking to Breezy the other day, who was best friend of KimGi, and friend of LaK. Breezy was telling me about her ex-boyfriend, who also went to my alma mater.

"Oh?" I queried. "What's his name?"

She replies, "****** ***."

"Get out!" I cried out. "He was only like my best friend in year 1."

"No!" she flabbergasted. "You're so lying!"

"I am not." I parried. "I think I still have his number on my cell."

So then I frantically searched for his name, but came up snake eyes.

"See?!" she said rather smugly, "You don't know ******."

"But I do, I know what car he drives..... Accord V6."

"Oh my gawd," she stammered, with dread in her eyes. "You do know him."

So, okay. It's a small world. You know what the freaky thing is?? I bumped into ****** just this afternoon at lunch.

Now THAT is some weird chit!

....Oh, and by the way, I cut another ace last night, and as soon as that happened, I put down the deck of cards and went to bed. posted by losir at 4:15 PM