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transformers whos side are you on octopus or megatron
PAPELBON'S GIRLFRIEND
cane toad cannons
rhino vs hippo video
You're fucking infuriating about me.
TELUS sweatshops
stomping cane toads
dirt on trevor linden
Gangsta Rap baseball cap pictures
jim rome lunch with the monkey
what is pirateism
trevor linden has a girlfriend?
what is the name of old movie where the midas touch turns everything to shit
"fat cat falling"
why do geriatric cats moan?
wolfpack gangsta rap group
PICTURES OF CANE TOADS WITH KIDS
fight, rhino, hippo
"Monkey in a Wagon Versus Lemur on a Big Wheel"
rhino vs hippo
Contents of fridge: six cans of Orange Crush and a carton of Raspberry Juice.
Contents of cupboard: half a loaf of bread, bag of Sour Cream 'n Onion chips, 10 paper plates, IKEA mesh "baking cover" to keep insects from freshly baked pies and cakes
Number of freshly baked pies and cakes made while living in Vulcan: 0
Contents of living room: two $3 end tables (staying here), kitchen table & chairs (not mine), couch (not mine), computer & monitor, ninja turtles framed picture, "fat cat falling" framed picture, pineapple necklace, giant comb
Contents of bedroom: bed & boxframe (remaining here), suitcase for remaining clothes, large poster tube containing approximately 20-30 posters, none of which adorned a wall but instead lay between two large wooden boards being "flattened"
Number of rooms: 4
Number of lightbulbs: 2
The number of boxes I estimated I would need: 8
Number of boxes needed (approximately): 25
Number of times asked "Do you actually want to keep this?" this weekend: 10-15
Conclusion: I do so hate packing. And cleaning, especially when I still have to live here for another few days. I think I'll eat all my meals sitting on the easily-cleanable kitchen floor, a la the vegetable platter in the townhouse basement a few years ago. Also, I had way too much stuff. I'm leaving like 75% of the things I had here in Kamloops this time. Only 1.5 days of work left before I'm back to BC!
On a bitter, jaded note, my Fantasy Baseball team has apparently decided to collectively display the sports skills of retarded wombats this week, and delivered the worst performance of the entire season, ending my playoff run. Chris Carpenter, who had won every game he'd pitched since JUNE (!!!) delivered not one, but TWO horrendous games this week. Hotshot young starters Rich Harden and Zach Duke? Out with injuries. Season-of-his-life phenom Morgan Ensberg? Injuries. I'd continue but honestly I can feel the rage seeping into my brain already, so I'll stop. I just hope Spigs loses, that bastard.
Also, my cousins and I have picked up the habit of relentlessly mocking emo bands/music/names over the past few months. As an example, really, is there anything easier than making up an emo song name? How about Fires in My Burning Tears? Bleeding Our Love Away? All I Needed Was You? I don't even know where I'm going with this, I'm not even saying emo music is bad. It's just so easy and fun to make fun of is all. And that's just the music. Emo livejournalists are so much better. I swear, someone should make big directory of emo LJ'ers and I'd read it all day at work until I couldn't laugh any more.
[posted by Rades at 7:31 PM] LINK ||
Contents of cupboard: half a loaf of bread, bag of Sour Cream 'n Onion chips, 10 paper plates, IKEA mesh "baking cover" to keep insects from freshly baked pies and cakes
Number of freshly baked pies and cakes made while living in Vulcan: 0
Contents of living room: two $3 end tables (staying here), kitchen table & chairs (not mine), couch (not mine), computer & monitor, ninja turtles framed picture, "fat cat falling" framed picture, pineapple necklace, giant comb
Contents of bedroom: bed & boxframe (remaining here), suitcase for remaining clothes, large poster tube containing approximately 20-30 posters, none of which adorned a wall but instead lay between two large wooden boards being "flattened"
Number of rooms: 4
Number of lightbulbs: 2
The number of boxes I estimated I would need: 8
Number of boxes needed (approximately): 25
Number of times asked "Do you actually want to keep this?" this weekend: 10-15
Conclusion: I do so hate packing. And cleaning, especially when I still have to live here for another few days. I think I'll eat all my meals sitting on the easily-cleanable kitchen floor, a la the vegetable platter in the townhouse basement a few years ago. Also, I had way too much stuff. I'm leaving like 75% of the things I had here in Kamloops this time. Only 1.5 days of work left before I'm back to BC!
On a bitter, jaded note, my Fantasy Baseball team has apparently decided to collectively display the sports skills of retarded wombats this week, and delivered the worst performance of the entire season, ending my playoff run. Chris Carpenter, who had won every game he'd pitched since JUNE (!!!) delivered not one, but TWO horrendous games this week. Hotshot young starters Rich Harden and Zach Duke? Out with injuries. Season-of-his-life phenom Morgan Ensberg? Injuries. I'd continue but honestly I can feel the rage seeping into my brain already, so I'll stop. I just hope Spigs loses, that bastard.
Also, my cousins and I have picked up the habit of relentlessly mocking emo bands/music/names over the past few months. As an example, really, is there anything easier than making up an emo song name? How about Fires in My Burning Tears? Bleeding Our Love Away? All I Needed Was You? I don't even know where I'm going with this, I'm not even saying emo music is bad. It's just so easy and fun to make fun of is all. And that's just the music. Emo livejournalists are so much better. I swear, someone should make big directory of emo LJ'ers and I'd read it all day at work until I couldn't laugh any more.
[posted by Rades at 7:31 PM] LINK ||