Observations of the Everyday

New blog.

2008-12-15T17:00:00.002-04:00

All good things must come to an end... or at least must slow down so that their creators can do other things. To firmly demonstrate this to all of you, I'm moving (most of) my blogging efforts (however slack they may be) to a NEW blog, at nealgillis.com. It's more of a professional thing, and not nearly as goofy as this one tends to be, so there's a good chance you're going to be pretty bored over there.

However, I will probably still post silly bits here from time to time, since it's this feed that gets pulled in to Facebook. And because we all like to be silly now and again.

What exams?

2008-12-06T21:18:00.001-04:00

I am easily distracted during exam period. Most of my note books are filled with things other than notes, but the sketch-to-note ratio goes through the roof while I'm studying for finals. Especially this close to Christmas.

Dictatorpedia.

2008-12-04T21:46:00.003-04:00

Original image by xjyxjy.

Treats!

2008-10-14T23:07:00.000-03:00

The other night, Rachel and I were at Tai Chi Gardens (the cutest and best restaurant in Charlottetown ), and after our delicious meal, the woman who owns it (who is probably the gentlest person I've ever encountered) gave us these. They're little Thomas the Train (likely for me, because I'm a boy) and Hello Kitty themed candy sticks imported from Japan! (I have no sweet clue if that's Japanese writing on them or not, but the packages say they're product of Japan).

Yay!

Well, I wouldn't go that far.

2008-09-14T14:53:00.002-03:00

Cell phones are like that.

2008-08-28T00:29:00.001-03:00

Tome to make the donuts...

2008-07-02T00:17:00.000-03:00

I've seen this stand set up at events in Charlottetown for years, but only yesterday was it pointed out to me that it's actually a Donkin Donuts, and not a Dunkin Donuts.

Newest IQ test in the world.

2008-06-23T22:33:00.003-03:00

This web ad, I understand, is the newest and best IQ test there is:

Scientists say it's quite effective. For example, those who click anywhere on the ad often have a very low IQ.

Best "two" days of the "semester."

2008-04-10T21:16:00.003-03:00

On 'Roll Up The Rim To Win.'

2008-03-20T11:27:00.002-03:00

I was just going to write a blog post about it, but I decided on a video instead:

Washington High School, Class of 2002.

2008-03-12T23:43:00.006-03:00

If the endless barrage of popup window ads from Classmates.com wasn't enough to drive you mad, perhaps claiming that Canadian provinces are a part of the United States will be?

They obviously don't understand how insulting this is to Canadians. Looks like my fellow grads of Washington High in Hampshire, Prince Edward Island and I will be sticking to Facebook for all our social networking needs.

On Once.

2008-03-10T00:23:00.005-03:00

When I first started this half assed blog a couple of years ago, I wrote quite a bit about movies. I stopped this after a while, but that's about to change... starting... NOW.

I've heard people talking about Once for months. I kept hearing about how good it was and how the music was great and how the story and directing was great and all that. I'd look at the DVD case and be like: "A guy and a girl walking on a guitar... looks kinda lame to me... He probably just writes her pukey love songs and they make out and all that. LAME."

Boy, was I wrong.

This is the best Irish low-budget guy-meets-girl semi-musical I've ever seen. While considered a musical by many, Once is more of a drama with people singing songs in it. The soundtrack is totally righteous, featuring a pile of tracks by Glen Hansard (who also happens to play the male lead). I snagged it on iTunes immediately after watching the movie, and have hardly stopped playing it since.

Writer/director John Carney's screenplay is beautifully simple and real, and the constant hand-held camera makes it feel like you're almost watching a documentary (think The Bourne Ultimatum, only with some Irish guy you've never heard of before instead of Matt Damon). Speaking of some Irish guy (and Czech girl) you've never heard of, leads Glen Hansard and Markéta Irglová are amazing in this movie. They may be musicians first and actors second (and don't plan to continue acting), but they certainly kick butt at both here.

I almost just started watching it again immediately after finishing it last night. Not too often that happens.

Trust me. If you've not seen this movie, you must do so. You'll thank me. If you have seen it, what were your thoughts?

Sweats.

2008-03-06T13:10:00.000-04:00

Up for debate, but I think I'm right on this one.

4 Skit's Sake Christmas: The Korean Crisis

2008-02-01T18:00:00.000-04:00

This past Christmas, I spent many an hour in my basement editing video. This, my friends, is the fruit of that labour. I produced 4 Skit's Sake Christmas: The Korean Crisis for none other than 4 Skit's Sake themselves as the opener to their Christmas show, and now, it is live on the internet.

Part 1:

Part 2:

Yahoo(!) Answers leaves me scratchin' my head.

2008-01-28T00:07:00.001-04:00

So, the past few days I've been wasting my time with Yahoo! Answers. It's a pretty cool concept. Anyone can go on and ask a question to the Answers community. However, therein lies the problem: anyone can ask whatever they like.

Needless to say, this includes those that have lost all respect for the English language and those who think it's okay to go to the internet with personal issues. In the land of Yahoo! Answers, there is no shortage of either. Take a look at this...

It reads:

I cant handle it anymore?

idk if i should do this or not.ok well me and my friend arnt talking so then me and my friend j thought of a plan.ok well tommarow im not gonna talk to any1 so then j is gonna start crying [fake] then going to my friend j is going to my friend m and telling her the only reason im not talking to her is cuz we havent been talking and also saying that im acting different. causing m to feel guilty. so should i do this

If you ask me, Sensible One's response just about sums it up.

Boy shocked, honored, with egosurfing search results.

2008-01-23T23:49:00.000-04:00

So I had the bright idea to move my egosurfing on over to Wikipedia. I've not searched Patty and Eugene before, but I thought I'd give it a chance. What did I discover? See for yourself:

I don't quite know how it's considered to be 100.0% relevant to bikini bottoms, but I suppose there's worse things you could be associated with.

Turdy station.

2008-01-21T23:01:00.000-04:00

This specific baby changing station has been like this for years, and I think it deserves a spot on the internet (if it hasn't found it's way here already):

It can be found in the men's washroom by Pat & Willy's. I've always appreciated the clever modification to the Sturdy Station, and I smile each and every time I see it.

Oh, almost forgot: Don't use the box as a floatation device either.

2008-01-07T23:36:00.000-04:00

Christmas at 24 frames per second.

2007-11-29T09:53:00.000-04:00

I'm really excited for this Christmas season. Sure, its a number of weeks off yet, but there's no point in wasting it. From here on in, I'm listening to as much Christmas music as possible. I'm going to eat fruit cake and drink egg nog and sit on Santa's lap and everything. And I'm going to watch Christmas movies.

But here's the thing: a lot of Christmas movies are pretty lame. Sure, there's the classics, but you can only watch so many versions of A Christmas Carol. So I'm making a list of other Christmas movies to watch before this festive holiday season comes to an end.

Die Hard (yes, it takes place at Christmas)
Die Hard 2: Die Harder
Home Alone
Home Alone 2: Lost in New York
The Family Man (yeah, it's lame, but I enjoy it)
Edward Scissorhands
Lethal Weapon
Muppet Family Christmas

Although not Christmas movies, I also always try to watch:

The Lord of the Rings trilogy
Band of Brothers (although I don't think I'll have time for it this year)

Does anyone have any suggestions for other movies? Is there anything you always make a point to watch? Any other unconventional Christmas movies you can think of?

Skittles Test: Part II.

2007-11-18T02:36:00.000-04:00

So, as some of you may have noticed, I recently posted a simple blog entry on how to use the candy machine, which I believe should be much more popular than it obviously is. This entry, however, did spark some discussion when it was imported into my Facebook note stream. There were a number of points that were raised, so I decided to do some extra tests the other day when I should have been studying.

First, I made the point that getting 9 Skittles for 25 cents seemed like relatively high output for a machine like that. So, I dropped six more quarters in the same machine, and you know what? In all but one case, I got nine units of output. See the graph below for details.

Now, I say nine "units of output" rather than "nine Skittles" for a reason: on two occasions, I received a small orange sphere, which I believed to be a freak Skittle. Boy, was I wrong. They were actually a couple of gross little candy-covered chocolate balls. Ones that were rejects from another container, perhaps? Maybe whoever fills the machines accidentally dropped them in? Who knows.

The second thing that came up in the Facebook comments was a small debate on which colours were the best. Below is a histogram which shows the number of Skittles I received by colour:

Are there more purple because they're the best? Or because the vending company somehow knows that Ryan hates them, and filled it with purple just to make him mad? These are the mysteries of the candy machine, and mysteries they shall remain.

On earbuds.

2007-11-09T14:21:00.000-04:00

I have an iPod. Two actually. A 30GB run of the mill iPod, and a cheaper shuffle for the gym (that I can clip to my shorts, since the standard one is too big to lug around when you're going from machine to machine). I am by no means a hardcore audiophile, but I enjoy music, and I like the idea of me being able to take my music (and videos and photos) with me. Sure, maybe it's a geek thing, but I'm okay with that.

What I dislike, however, is the instant disconnect from the world that is achieved as soon as you put those earbuds in your head. Sure, maybe you're still connected, but something is lost, and I'm not quite sure what it is.

Every now and then, I do an experiment. I go for walks on our boardwalk downtown, sometimes bringing my music player, and sometimes not. Know what I discovered? When I'm not listening to music, people are very friendly. I get lots of "hellos" and nods and smiles. When I am listening to music, NO ONE (and by "no one" I mean 99% of the people I meet) makes eye contact or says hello or smiles. Earbuds have become an unofficial symbol of personal alienation. They've come to mean that the user is more interested in being left alone than anything else.

For some people, maybe this is the case (unfortunate as it may be). But for me, and probably most other people with the strings hanging from their ears, it's simply because I want to listen to some music for a bit.

Mind you, they've also come to be fashionable accessory. Walk into any popular teen hangout (the local malt shoppe, perhaps), and you'll find dozens of kiddies having conversations with their friends with earbuds hanging out. What the hell is this? Are they seriously listening to music? I doubt it. I heard a story once about a kid in school who was told remove the earbuds only to inform (and prove to) the teacher that they weren't even plugged into anything. He literally just had them stuck in to look "cool."

So here's my question: Do you earbud in public? If yes, do you feel alienated? Do you mind? Do you feel that people look at you differently?

How to use the candy machine.

2007-11-05T00:14:00.000-04:00

Step 1: Ensure you have 25 cents to deposit into the dispenser.

Step 2: Select your favorite from among the confectionery. Oooohhh... Skittles... Good choice.

Step 3: Insert your 25 cent piece into the dispenser, and rotate the knob approximately 180 degrees clockwise.

Step 4: Obtain your sweets. Do the math. Enjoy!

"It's the smartest money you'll spend in your life."

2007-10-28T23:17:00.000-03:00

Gallant found this video on ebaumsworld and sent it along to me, and all I can say is "finally." For years, I have been naively sleeping with my shotgun under my bed. No more. If you're interested in ordering, check it out at the-backup.com.

You gotta wonder: if this is "The Backup," what's the first line of defense (in other words, what is this the backup to?). The pistol under their pillow? Or the doberman in the kitchen?

The Negative Vegetable.

2007-10-25T19:24:00.003-03:00

Plus it tastes GREAT.

2007-10-22T22:55:00.000-03:00

I can't wait for this day.

2007-10-16T19:44:00.001-03:00

My master plan.

2007-07-17T22:30:00.001-03:00

Big blank square.

2007-07-16T23:02:00.001-03:00

I might be artsy, but I still hate poetry.

2007-05-21T19:46:00.000-03:00

First of all, you probably noticed that for the last six months or so, my blog (when I post) has been primarily been drawings I've done on the computer. For the first time ever, I actually put a half decent amount of work in to one and got it printed and framed as a gift for my friends on the arrival of their new baby. Not that I think that I'm the coolest guy in the world now, but I thought I'd show it off (click on the image to see a few photos of the framed drawing).

Secondly, I've been snapping a lot more pictures lately, and throwing them up on Flickr. You can click the link on this page ("Check 'em out" on the upper right), or click on the photo below. You can also see a slideshow of them.

The best smells in the world.

2007-05-20T01:02:00.000-03:00

The top five smells in the world (in order, starting with the greatest) are as follows:

New baby
The lilac bushes outside my house
Freshly ground coffee beans
The handsoap in our downstairs bathroom
Christmas tree

I would like to see anyone try to argue anything different.

Pac-Maniac

2007-05-15T23:03:00.000-03:00

Veggie homicide

2007-05-08T17:32:00.000-03:00

Looks like someone messed up.

2007-04-10T00:13:00.000-03:00

Cat Fancy: March 2007.

2007-03-22T19:30:00.000-03:00

Best game in the world.

2007-02-28T17:20:00.000-04:00

I'm comfortable with the hair growing out of my face.

2007-02-26T17:34:00.000-04:00

One card fits all.

2006-12-20T00:33:00.000-04:00

I'm getting kind of tired of this whole "don't step on anyone's toes and say 'Christmas' around Christmas time" thing. Personally, I'd hate to think that I'm offending someone ny wishing them Merry Christmas if their Jewish. They have their very important mid - late December tradition and we Christians have ours. There's also a handful of people out there who take a hissyfit if you talk about anything Christian, and insist on wishing "Happy Holidays" or something along those lines.

In attempt to make everyone happy at the same time, I've designed a special card for this time of year. As far as I know (not that I've done any real research) it is the first of its kind. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the One Card Fits All Christmas / Hanukkah / Holiday card.

It is available to download in .pdf format by accessing the link below:

http://www.airlinecityproductions.com/media/Holiday%20Card.pdf

Feel free to print off as many as you like. Enjoy!

Christmas songs please.

2006-12-12T08:20:00.000-04:00

So I'm trying to throw together a kick ass Christmas season music playlist. Most Christmas songs we hear on the radio are nothing short of horrible. HOWEVER, I know everyone has their personal favorites, so I'm looking to YOU to tell me what I should put in this list...

So far I have:

Happy Christmas (War is Over) - John Lennon

Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree - whatever version in in Home Alone... can't find it in iTunes.

Fairytale of New York - Pogues ... possibly my new favorite.

Mary Did You Know? - done by a bunch of people... I've a version by Kenny Rogers & Wynonna Judd.

Wonderful Christmastime - Paul "I don't know a damn thing about maritime fishery but I think I'll go to PEI and tell them they're doing it wrong (which they kind of are)" McCartney

So yes. Five songs will not suffice! Please leave a comment and let me know what I oughta have on the playlist!

Baron Banana Ketchup.

2006-12-09T14:43:00.000-04:00

So Cheryl and I were rooting around the food bank at the Chaplaincy Centre the other day, and came across something interesting/gross. A brand spanking new bottle of Baron Banana Ketchup. What the hell? First of all, what kind of demand is there for such a product in the first place? Second, who thought it would be a good idea to give it to a student food bank? Thanks for the thoughtfulness, but a can of beans would have sufficed.

Lemonade stand.

2006-12-07T00:10:00.000-04:00

Or a thimble, for that matter...

2006-12-03T23:20:00.000-04:00

Things on a Coathanger I: a ferret.

2006-11-26T13:07:00.000-04:00

Yak Attack!

2006-11-24T00:46:00.000-04:00

This will happen sooner than you realize.

2006-11-15T21:56:00.000-04:00

Drawing of a photo of my family. By Kurtiss (again).

2006-11-13T17:39:00.000-04:00

Well, after my family got our photo taken by some fancy photographer, she decided to use our shot in an ad. After Fr. Charlie saw this, he cut it out, blew it up, and stuck it to the wall of our campus Chaplaincy Centre. Kurtiss, being awefully bored one day, decided to sketch it. This is it:

Last week Kurtiss gave me a drawing.

2006-11-08T20:08:00.000-04:00

ka-blooie.

2006-11-06T08:04:00.000-04:00

The most honest package I've ever seen.

2006-11-02T20:03:00.000-04:00

Just how exciting is Empire Ages? Well... It's "kind of exciting," or so says it's package.

I found this at Christmas Discounters... Yes, it's as junky a spot as it sounds. On the other had, it's got some great Engrish. There were a few more funny toy labels translated from Chinese, so if I get a chance, I'll swing over and grab a few other pictures...

Me and Cheryl and Rachel... Photoboothed.

2006-10-30T23:36:00.000-04:00

Flush.

2006-10-29T01:00:00.000-04:00

This could be you.

2006-10-25T19:17:00.000-03:00

Note to North Korea

2006-10-22T23:21:00.000-03:00

Fat ninjas.

2006-10-17T19:28:00.000-03:00

Print it off and stick it to your car.

2006-10-12T23:49:00.000-03:00

Jason's Scattergories woes.

2006-10-08T19:05:00.000-03:00

Try telling that to half the people I know.

2006-10-05T00:23:00.000-03:00

It's only right.

2006-09-30T01:45:00.000-03:00

Seriously, get that crap off TV.

2006-09-25T17:28:00.000-03:00

The Official Video of NSO 2006

2006-09-23T01:58:00.000-03:00

Le petite rabbit.

2006-09-21T20:43:00.000-03:00

A zombie PSA here and there never hurts.

2006-09-20T23:43:00.000-03:00

The conversation that almost happened.

2006-09-19T22:48:00.000-03:00

Two lists.

2006-04-28T17:14:00.000-03:00

Things I don't like:

The fact that Tyra Banks has her own talk show even though it blows big time

When you go to make nachos and someone else has just made nachos (since there's only crumbs left in the bag and the cheese grater is in the sink)

When you get to the end of a stick of deodorant, and the plastic starts to scrape on your armpit

Whoopi Goldberg movies

Assholes with money

Things I like:

New baby smell (not uterus fresh, but less than a day)

Twizzlers Pull-n-Peel

iTunes free downloads

Using instant messaging slang at inappropriate times

Days when you think it's going to be cold so you put on a jacket and then step outside only to find out that it's actually pretty warm

It's true.

2006-04-20T15:43:00.000-03:00

Junior Mints + Coffee = BADNESS

My phone.

2006-03-23T23:30:00.000-04:00

So some people have been posting comments on posts from a month ago, wondering about mt cell phone. Thank you for your interest, Anonymous 1 and Anonymous 2. You obviously have a bit of an idea of what's going on.

For those of you who don't know, I shall tell you.

Last Saturday, I'm working away at the library (as normal) when it hits me that I haven't had my phone out all day. Normally, I leave the ringer turned off and just set it on the desk, and when someone calls it lights up. Anyway, I reach into my jacket pocket and pull out my phone, only to discover that my mother had called and wanted me to call her back. So I walk out of the study room (so as not to annoy my fellow students) and call her. All is well and I hang up and stick the phone in my hoodie pocket (kangaroo style (the pocket, not my method of putting the phone away)).

It is almost time to leave, so I decide that while I'm out here I may as well go to the washroom. I go in, find my favorite stall (which is an entire other post all together), and do my business. I finish up, flush the toilet, and start to get my pants done up.

This is where stuff goes wrong.

Something in the toilet is catching my eye. It's glowing. It looks like a little gowing piece of plastic hinged in the middle.

MY PHONE!

Out of instinct and with total disregard for sanitation, I throw my hand in to the toilet in attempt to rescue my phone (for the record, all human waste had alreadt been flushed at this point). Just as my fingers grace the keypad, the toilet seems to kick in to rocket mode and fire a huge gust of water to complete the flush.

My cellular telephone has just been flushed down the toilet.

I am in shock. There is no other way to describe it. There I am, hunched over the toilet, pants still open, staring into a toilet bowl in the library washroom. I stare at the toilet as if it's just going to spit the phone back at me. A minute passes before I realize that it's not coming back. I'm just thinking "what the hell am I going to do now... it's not as if I can just jont on down to the front desk and say 'uh, excuse me, but I just flushed my phone down the toilet... do you think you could grab it for me?'" So I finish getting my pants on and think a little more. At this point, I've accepted the fact that my phone is dead. The water has taken care of that. But I just can't let the phone sit there, can I?

So I do what anyone with complete disregard for sanitation would do. I take my watch off and drive my hand so far up that toilet I'm afraid I'll get my shoulders wet. But try as I might, there is no cell phone. It is gone.

I just flushed my cell phone down the toilet.

Anyway, I scub my hands and arms so hard I'm scared they're going to start bleeding, I leave the washroom minus telephone, and I go back to my study room to pack up my books. The whole time, I'm laughing at myself, and everyone is looking at me like I'm crazy. "Yeah, I am crazy you a-holes. I'm so frigging crazy, I flush phones down the toilet for no reason..."

So that's it. There's the story of the flushed phone. Not a word a lie. I think I may get one of those big white brick phones with an arm strap to replace it. Slightly less easy to flush.

Pass times and piss offs.

2006-02-28T23:01:00.000-04:00

So I haven't posted in 21 days. My friend Ziggy Marley has been getting after me to post, and I think that mostly everyone else has simply given up on me. I've been checking some other people's blogs, and it seems that they're all pretty much in the same situation. Oh well.

I would have to say that one of my favorite pass times is growing a beard. I could sit home a grow my beard all day. There's nothing more satisfying that not shaving, and being able to rub your chin and feeling extra smart. I think deep inside, some girls are jealous that they can't sit home and grow beards too. They must be, because it seems that when an old woman has a bunch of facial hair, she puts no effort in to getting rid of it. I once had a curling instructor who had a bigger mustashe than that guy from Myth Busters.

There's a few things that sets the human race apart from the other species' on this planet. The opposable thumb for one. Eternal soul too, I guess. Another thing that I once thought important in our evolutionary history was deciding that we didn't like our own waste. In other words, we have the ability to flush a toilet. I've always been a big fan of flushing. Sometimes, I flush twice (even when I don't have to). It seems though, that some of my fellow humans don't appreciate this God given gift. I'm going to assume that you've all witnessed what I have: walking in to a public washroom only to find a series of toilets with the contents of their last user still mellowing in the bowl. WHY??? What the hell is so hard with pushing the lever? Do you expect someone to come along, look in the toilet, and then come looking for you to congratulate you on your feat? My cat at least attempted to bury her fecal matter in a litter box... My dog even kicks grass on his. Idiots.

With snow comes more dumb parkers. Check out this great parking job I snapped on my way to class one day.

Poopy nappy.

2006-02-07T18:35:00.000-04:00

There's been this poster in the computer lab in the library for a couple of months now. It's advertising a handraised rat, free to a good home. On the bottom of the poster, it reads "Purchased as feeder, but snake not hungry." I've passed by it pleanty of times, not once stopping to really think about it, but then one day I did start to think about it: why the hell would this person buy a rat, with the intention of feeding it to a snake, and care that it went to a good home? It's like... ah hell, I can't even compare it to anything.

Another library tale: last night, I was studying away, when all of a sudden some girl in the same study room starts singing out loud. Not really loud, but she obviously had headphones on and didn't realize she was doing so. Everyone else in the room snickered (as did I). I wonder if I ever sing while I have my iPod on? I certainly hope not. Maybe I dance... break-dance all over the place, and have no idea, like how she had no idea she was singing.

I like how brits call diapers "nappies." "Oh, Little Billy shat his nappy..."

Video: Patty and the Jellybeans.

2006-02-01T17:50:00.000-04:00

As promised, here's that video back. Hope it works.

You can play it directly from here (by pushing play), or to download it and stuff, go here.

Good to the last fix.

2006-02-01T14:30:00.000-04:00

I think I'm actually addicted to coffee now. I don't mean the kind of addicted like "I am so like totally addicted to Skittles...", I mean the kind of addicted like "I'm going to rob a senior's home at gun point for their Nabob." Every afternoon, I get the craving... I need a fix. I may go on crystal meth to help ween myself off.

Some of you may have wondered whatever happened to the video section of this here blog... Well, it cost money. That's pretty much it. Money. However, I think I've found a way around it. I've uploaded that video to Google Videos, and will put a link to it whenever it gets verified. I think it makes the most sense, seeing as though people will be able to watch it off the web whenever they please. As I shoot or edit more crap, I'll be sure to put it up for the masses.

Boogie night.

2006-01-24T21:08:00.000-04:00

I'm working away at the library this evening, when I fell a little something in my nose. I don't mean that little something like "I feel a little something in my nose and I think I'm going to sneeze," but rather "I feel a little something in my nose and I think it's going to fall out and I'm going to have a booger on my notepad."

So anyway, I give my nose a little inconspicuous rub (as if it's itchy) to see if I can loosen things up and maybe catch it on the way out. No dice. The little rub also made that little feeling go away. "Hmm..." I thought, "I gave it a little rub... nothing came out and the feeling's gone..." This is were I start to get paranoid, thinking perhaps I loosened it up, it got caught on the way out, and now I have the dreaded hanger-on'er sticking out of my nostril. So I rub again. Still nothing.

But now I'm concerned that that rub caused it to loosen up and make my little something stick out... Paranoia.

This is followed by several minutes of inconspicuous rubs. Still nothing. I finally decide that things are over. There is no booger and nothing is ever going to fall out of my nose on to my notepad. So I continue to work for a couple of minutes, and while reaching for a book, I glance up at the student working at the table opposite mine. She had a kind of funny look in her eyes, as if to say "I wonder if I should tell this guy that he's got a massive boogie hanging out..." Not wanting to freak out and pick at my nose, I casually pick up my cell phone (which is equipped with a camera) and quickly take a snapshot of my sniffer.

To my relief, there was no boogie sticking out.

There's a bunch of high school kids running about the library tonight, thinking they're all hot because they're studying at the UPEI library. If this keeps up, I'm going to have to kick people out. Not that I have the authority to do so... just the muscle.

One kid just walked by chewing a big ol' wad under his lip spitting into a Burger King cup. He must be planning on going in to engineering.

The gym makes me strong and feel like hurt at the same time.

2006-01-20T00:02:00.000-04:00

After years of nagging by Hal and Joanne, I finally decided to start going to the gym. I had planned on it for a while, but wanted to wait for the New Years people to fade away. Thankfully, I am able to go Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday mornings, and hopfully Monday and Friday afternoons. Jason and Ryan have me on an intense program (and by intense, I mean not really that intense, using about half of the weight they do). Day one and two involved chest and arms. Needless to say, my legs were starting to get jealous, so I planned on going today after class...

However, upon waking up this morning, I found my upper body to be so sore that I was afraid I would end up going to the bathroom in my pants (as I didn't know if I had the ability to take them off in the case of emergency). Thankfully, it didn't come to this.

I really enjoy it so far (the working out bit, not the fear of pooping in my undies).

Speaking of pooping in undies, one time, when I was a little kid, I pooped (in my undies), and didn't know until I got home. I suspected for a while, but my mom told me that we'd simply check when we got home, as we were shopping at the time. Oh, to be a teenager again....

Water and coffee only.

2006-01-16T00:04:00.000-04:00

You know, even if it was socially acceptable not to, I'd still wear clothes. I like 'em. However, if it were perfectly acceptable to wear sweatpants and t-shirts for every occasion, I would do that. But it's not.

Do you ever wonder if stuff you were taught as a kid was actually not true, and you were just told it to keep you in line... I'm sure my parents told me lots of crap thinking I'd forget it in two days, when they actually stuck with me for most of my life only to discover that I'd been believing a lie for 20 years. For example: one time, when drinking a cup of milk, I decided that I didn't want the rest and I would simply pour it down the sink. This, I assumed, would be perfectly fine, as both of my parents had just poured the remainder of their coffee cups down the drain. They told me something that stuck with me for years: No Neal... You can only pour water and coffee down the sink... Water. And coffee.

Lies.

Kind of along the same line, one time in grade three I stuck my pencil underneath my watchstrap, so it was affixed to my wrist. Upon showing it to one of my classmates, I was told that it was "gay." Up until a couple of years ago, I was afraid to do this as I was convinced that people would think that I was homosexual (when I am in fact heterosexual).

Dear Lord, some people choose stupid MSN names.

The 95th post.

2006-01-12T01:00:00.000-04:00

Every now and then, I stop blogging for no apparent reason. I've noticed a trend recently: when I have nothing to do, I don't bother blogging. When I have a lot to do, I blog. To the average human being, this makes no sense, as logic should tell me to not blog when I have other more important things to do... whatever.

Christmas has come and gone. It seems every year I get less and less excited for jolly old St. Nick's arrival. Not that he's the most important part of the season... This year, I gots a 3CCD Panasonic digital camcorder. It's for Christmas and graduation, which is scheduled for May I believe. I haven't had the chance to shoot a whole lot of video, but Gallant and I have tossed around the idea of doing some Patty and Eugene skits thoughout the semester, and then tossing them up on the interweb. We'll see. Videos + Internet = Money, and since my blog isn't a huge source of revenue right now, that venture may have to wait. If you have any ideas, be sure to pass them along.

Finally, Apple has decided to treat us to a whole pile of things as of yesterday. I watched Uncle Stevie's keynote from the Macworld conference this evening, and I am impressed with everything he had to offer this time around. I'm looking forward to getting my hands on the new iWork and iLife suites. As for an Intel machine... maybe in a couple of years.

Ouch.

2005-12-14T19:34:00.000-04:00

Today, my parent's insurace company paid some guy about $1000 to have bone pulled out of my head. Actually, the guy was an oral surgeon, and the bone was actually my four wisdom teeth. Much to the surprise of pretty much everyone I told, I decided to stay awake for the entire process. The only thing I felt was the needles going in. I was actually pretty cool. I'm getting sore now. I'll keep you posted on my recovery. Not that anyone really cares...

Shhh...

2005-12-08T00:26:00.000-04:00

It's the most wonderful time of the year again... The stores are filled with shoppers, kids are filled with excitement, and the UPEI Robertson Library is filled with students cramming for their exams. That's right: it's the end of the semester. After several complaints (mainly from their own staff, I believe... no offence Amy), the big shots at the library decided to erect several signs like the one you see here. "Earthings Studying." Well it's a damn good job I have E.T. telling me so, because I was starting to wonder what all those people were doing taking my space in the SQR (or Super Quiet Room).

According to whoever made this sign, the proper way to advertise/promote/etc, is to find a random piece of clipart and apply your message to it somehow. "Hmmm.... an alien... how about 'Studying is out of this world...' No, 'Shut the %@#$ up or I'll ZAP you with my ray gun...' YEAH! Kids still say 'ray gun' right?" People.

I took that picture with my cell phone. I'm kind of curous how much it costs to email myself it from my phone. Oh well.

With exams comes chili days at the Chaplaincy Centre. Two of the five days a year it's cool for the rest of the campus population to go in the CC (the other three being pancake day, and the two chili days next semester). I had the veggie stuff yesterday and today. Unfortunately, it was so hot yesterday my toung was still burt today when I was eating it and I could hardly taste it.

Two down, two to go.

Coffee woes.

2005-11-29T14:47:00.000-04:00

After about 2 weeks of hard work filling up my frequent coffee drinker's card from Chartwells, I decided to cash it in. As it turned out, all that was left was 1/3 of a cup of "Holiday Traditions" flavoured stuff (which basically tastes like coffee mixed with Christmas sented Glade plug-in) and a bunch of super sick dark stuff. It was gross. Two weeks of work for nothing...

BOARD GAME OF THE DAY
Risk

Dribbity drabbity droop.

2005-11-22T23:07:00.000-04:00

So I figured I should probably post on my bloggy blog here because people like Cheryl and Amelie check it four times a day only to discover that I haven't posted anything in a couple of weeks. Awe well. It's not like I have much to say anyway. It's probably not going to be funny.

I am all about downloading music legally now. There's something about not breaking the law and not stealing from musicians that feels kinda good. I used to be all for it, to be honest. As a matter of fact, I'll probably end up getting the odd song from a P2P service still, but for the most part, iTunes music store kicks bum. I just got two new ones: "Soldier's Boy" by Spirit of the West, and "Better Days" by Goo Good Dolls. Cool.

There's this book at the library that has a faux woodgrain cover of some kind. It looks rediculous, but every now and then I take it off the shelf and set it on a random table. It blends right in. Like camo. I wait to see how many days library employees walk by it when making their rounds.

When I was in grade six I watched Jurrassic Park. It's an amazing movie, but every now and then, when I'm in a dark place, I freak myself out by wondering if there's dinosaurs sneaking about waiting to attack me. Luckly, I've been okay every single time.

If you haven't been over to Amelie's blog lately, you may want to check out the string of comments that has materialized on her most recent post. Very exciting. Find the link on the right hand side there...

Finally, I made up the posters for the 145th annual UPEI Chaplaincy Centre Retreat. I think they're pretty cool. I just hope they don't get ripped down like last year.

A list of three things that annoy me.

2005-11-06T23:22:00.000-04:00

I'm generally a pretty easy going fellow. Generally. Sometimes, however, people do dumb stuff that makes me annoyed. It doesn't necessarily make me mad... I just look at them and say "what the frig are you doing?" The following is a list of three things people do that makes me react like this:

Sitting down in places you shouldn't sit down. This is most commonly seen in book stores and libraries, when people who are trying to look super interested in the book their holding sit on the floor. I just feel like going over and whacking them and saying "would you stand the frig up you frigging hippie..." Some people's kids.

Keeping headphones on while talking to people. Holy frig. This is mostly seen when people get a new iPod and want to look like one of those silhouettes from the commercials. 9 times out of 10 there's no music playing... they just want to let the world know that they have an iPod.

Taking dog where a dog shouldn't be taken. When I graduated, there was some guy at the grad party who had this huge doberman on a chain. A giant ass doberman doesn't belong in a crowd of rowdy drunk Bluefielders. He's likely to (a) be struck by a flying bottle, or (b) eat a kid. Both suck. They pretty much want to look as though their from the hood or from a Nelly video or something.

Dish.

2005-10-27T13:18:00.000-03:00

This dish has been at the library for about four days now. It's getting out of hand. There seems to be a thick orange substance lining the inside of the container. People work around it as if it's a book that is waiting to be picked up from the library staff. I waited until the library was just about closed and everyone was out of the room before I took the picture with the camera on my phone.

There's something wrong with the world when such an injustice can go on so long. I'd throw it out myself, but I'm interested to see how long it takes for it to disappear.

5 reasons I absolutely detest Magic 93.

2005-10-14T16:23:00.000-03:00

In case you're one of the few people who read my blog who aren't from Prince Edward Island, we have something here called Magic 93. It's a radio station. Frankly, it sucks. I cannot stand it. It's the closest thing the island has to a rock radio station, and it may have been decent once upon a time, so I think that's why most of us still listen to it on a regular basis. However, I would like to summarize for you why it is I hate this station like I hate Hitler.

The Hosts: One of my biggest pet peeves is when someone thinks they're funnier than they actually are. They not only try to tell horrible jokes, but they think that the stupidest things are hilarious. The geniuses that host this station are just this. They are annoying as hell, and they like to hear themselves talk. They'll come in after two songs to tell us all about Tom and Katie's latest news, and run 12 "G'day"'s in a row at different pitches. Jeeze.

The "Get-out-of-bed Time" Story: Holy liftin' frig. I've been woken up by this thing for the last two days, and I'm honestly thinking about calling the CRTC and asking them to shut the station down. This is supposed to be some funny little story to get us laughing and out of bed at 6:45 so we'll be encouraged to listen to Tragic 93 all day. All I want to do after I hear it is die. I'm still waiting to find out if the last sentance in the one today was supposed to be the punchline, or if the laugh track just cut in before they could finish.

The Commercials: More idiots trying to be funny who aren't really funny (with the occasional exception of the odd Magic 93 Used Car Lot spot). Here's an idea: fire the guy you have looking up random junk on Tom and Katie, and hire a writer. There are funny people on this island. Use one.

The Contests: I come from the perspective of someone who's won a Magic 93 contest. They suck. The prizes suck, and what you have to do to get a prize sucks. That KFC Kid's Junk of the Day is the worst of them all: the same joke gets recycled 4 out of 5 days a week, and the little buggers who think they're funny as ol' get out get some greasy chicken fingers and a Magic 93 Hits CD. Which leads me to my next point...

The Music: For years, they've been claiming to play "Today's Lite Rock Hits." I'm pretty sure that stopped in 1992, and now they play the worst pop-punk-hip-hop crap they can possibly find. Every now and then, a good song comes along, but most times, it's not worth the gamble. I used to hate 80's music, but now, the "80's At 8" is the only sweet release from Britney and N*Sync and Usher we have. And there's a good chance you'll hear the latest greatest track 4 times in the same day anyway.

I don't like to complain, but sometimes, you just gotta.

A 65 year old snake with a mullet and a mustache is the best kind of snake.

2005-10-11T21:03:00.000-03:00

So I dropped my Econo-something-or-other class for Computer Science 151. It's almost halfway through the semester. Am I crazy? A lot of people seem to think so, however, after studying CS 151 from the text book and PowerPoint slides alone for about 5 days, I think I know more about it than I did the class I've been in for a month. I don't know what that says for either class.

I feel bad for the one bloke I left in the economics class by himself... Hopefully he will find it in his heart to forgive me.

I ordered the Clone High DVD from Indigo.Chapters.ca.com.something last week... I cannot wait. Well, I can, but I don't enjoy it.

One more thing. If you're a geek like me, you probably enjoy video games (and it's okay if you do). Also, if you have any good taste, you probably enjoy decent storyline over bloddy explosions. Put the two together, and you have the infamous Metal Gear Solid series. Check out the trailer for MGS 4 on IGN, coming out on the PlayStation 3 next year. Snake is back, the mullet is back, only now he adds a 'stashe to the equation. And he's like 65 years old. Brilliant.

Cheryl's Room.

2005-10-06T17:15:00.000-03:00

So after seeing all of my nonsense posters around the Chaplaincy Centre, Cheryl requested I make one for her bedroom door. After scraping my mind for a few seconds last night at the library, I wrote these down:

"This here room be CHERYL'S... so back the frig off you frigging frig head, unless you are Cheryl (or otherwise invited)"

"You're entering a TACO FREE ZONE. (Please leave all tacos with bellhop)."

"Clean socks only beyond this point"

"If you were a cat, you wouldn't be able to read this sign... or read it out loud at least"

"Cheryl 'the Ninja' Edmunds"

"C is for crazy
H is for happy
E is for Energizer battery
R is for rock
Y is for taco
L is for like"

Apparently she likes them. I honestly don't know why.

Econo-something-or-other.

2005-10-03T17:07:00.000-03:00

Vrai ou Faux? It's a bad thing when you've been in a class for over a month, and you still don't know what the hell the professor is talking about.

Answer: Vrai.

So I'm taking Econometrics. So far, that's about as much as I've learned. That I am in fact taking the course. Me and one other guy. That's right. Two of us in this fourth year course, neither of us really know what's going on, and the professor doesn't seem to notice. I walked in to the classroom today, and there was Professor Z waiting for us to show up, and as soon as I walked in, he hopped up and was ready to teach. He was going to ramble about econometrics for 75 minutes with only stupid me sitting in the class. "Excuse me. Yeah, it's me. The only other one in the room... I have no sodding clue what you've been talking about for the last month. Could you shut up and and just give me the credit and the three of us can just enjoy the rest of our Monday and Wednesday afternoons for the rest of the semester?" Thanks pal.

I hate the UPEI weblogs. Too many people with too little to say.

Also, the entire Clone High series is out on DVD. I'm gonna have to Indigo/Chapters/Whatever.com it and watch the entire thing in one sitting. It's going to rock.

Movies. F yeah.

2005-09-26T20:56:00.000-03:00

Hey there loyal readers...

Check out the right hand column of the page here for the brand spanking new movies section. From time to time, I'll be uploading videos in .mov format for you viewing pleasure.

Up first, a clip from the NSO 2005 video, entitled "Patty and the Jellybeans." Enjoy!

Sloan baby.

2005-09-23T18:17:00.000-03:00

I've been waiting to see Sloan in concert for about 3 or 4 years now. Last night, I made an unusual trip to The Wave to see them for the first time ever. Wakelin and I got there early, and as we were about to go in, I saw the lead-lead singer (as they all sing equally) sitting on the window ledge right there. Tim and I were trying to figure out if it was actually him or not, as the frontman for a band doesn't normally sit at the door as people are filing in. We walked in, got our stamps, and went on upstairs to the student union offices, where I quickly noticed Gallant and Wakelin running back downstairs to see him. I followed close behind, and after Gallant got his picture taken with Mr. Cool-Hair-Cool-Glasses, he had me come over and meet him myself. It was pretty friggin' sweet.

Too bad I've never ethically aquired a Sloan album... I may have had him sign it (I did go to Future Shop before the show to try to get the Between the Bridges album, but alas, it was not there).

The Stills from Montreal opened for them, and they were pretty kick ass themselves. Sloan, as expected, lit the ceiling on fire. Here's a few shots from the evening:

Click on the "My Photos" link to the right there to check out some more pictures.

On chewing gum and punk music.

2005-09-19T17:35:00.000-03:00

Chewing gum has to be the queerest junk ever made. There's no real point to it. Think about it. Flavoured rubber. You chew it. And then throw it out. It has no nutritional value... it can't make you full if you're hungry... it gets stuck in your hair, but for some reason, we still think it's a good idea to pop a piece in and chew and chew and chew.

God forbid you swallow it to. This stuff stays in your body for a million years or something. A thousand years from now, when they dig up your body and study it, all their gonna find is your bones and that one piece of gum you swallowed when you were in grade four. Some people decide that tossing their chew on the sidewalk is the best way to get rid of it. If anyone has ever seen the entrance in to the Charlottetown Mall, you'll see how artistic 20 years of gum on pavement looks. My personal favorite is running my hand along the bottom of the pews in old churches (particulary the one in St. Peter's). This is often a chewing gum museum, and one can find every variety and every flavour if they really look for it...

The only conceivable purpose gum has is the following:

Chew it for 2 minutes

Bite the gum in your front teeth, making sure that most if it is on the open side of your teeth

With the thumb and index finger of each hand, grab an equal portion of the gum and pull away from your mouth at a 30 degree angle for approximately two inches

Put your face down, and move your hands in a walking motion along the table, so that it looks like the two strands of gum are actually to legs

It works best when Tasha MacEwen is around, as it creeps her out solid and will probably make her cry.

Punk music used to be cool. Then something called "Good Charlotte" came along and ruined it for everyone. Now, this so called punk genre has been taken over by pop band with lead singers who sound like their whining into the microphone and drummers who don't know how to play the drums. The other day, I bought the newest Green Day album (which has been out for a while). It seems as though one band still remembers what it's supposed to sound like. American Idiot is probably one of the smartest works to ever come out of a band like Green Day. It's a rock opera. Enough said.

With Blogger, you get what you pay for.

2005-09-14T19:27:00.000-03:00

Every now and then, I click the button up there in the top right of this (and many other) blog(s) in attempt to explore the bolgging world. This has taught me three things:

There's a lot of great blogs out there

There's a lot of crap blogs out there

There's a lot of spam blogs out there

It's the spam blogs that get me. We're used to hearing about Viagra and cheap televisions and other random crap in our email every day, but to have to see them as I click my way through the Blogger universe is too much.

I don't know what's worse... the people who post blogs like that because they know we'll come across them, or the people who have so little to do that they sit there and click , and then complain about what they find.

Then there's the blogs by 15 year old kids that are so javafied and filled with random anime characters and midi files that your browser almost crashes thinking about it.

Blogger needs to give me a big DELETE button so I can go through their pages and get rid of all the crap. It's the only fair thing to do.

I bonked my noggin Saturday night.

2005-09-12T23:09:00.000-03:00

So I'm helping Rachel's brother-in-law pack up his DJ gear after doing a wedding dance Saturday night, right... pretty simple. Done it enough before I know the procedure pretty good. Cool. So, I decide I'll be nice and move a couple of the BagEnd speakers into the trailer. These bad boys weigh about 80 pounds each, so jimmy the dolly underneath and start wheeling down the path. Now, it had been raining on and off all day, and just as we decided to pack up, it was kinda in between. The drizzley ended up on the chrome ramp leading in to the trailer... "This is going to be slippery" I think. "My sneaks don't got the grips for this" I think. "Get a good run at it so you don't slip" Phil says... Now, after all of this going on in my head, you think I'd be ready for what happened next, but no. I get two or three feet up the slippery, wet ramp in my near gripless sneakers at not nearly a quick enough pace, when all of a sudden my legs go out from under me and my beautiful forhead is gettingup close and personal with the corner of Mr. Speaker. I see a flash of light. I assume, my glasses are broken, but find myself it be incorrect (thankfully). My forhead, however, didn't fair out as well, and I end up sitting on a hospital bed in Montague with a nurse pushing the skin back in place. Not deep enough for stitches though.

Here's the thing. If you're going to go to all the effort to land yourself in the hospital in the first place, the least you can do is ensure at least 2 stitches, right? Guess not.

I thought about it. You need at least two stitches to be cool. One is worse than no stitches. You can't even say "I had to get stitches" if it's only one, and "I got a stitch" doesn't have the same ring to it... Unless of course it's in a place that they can't freeze, in which case, everyone thinks you're tough. There's something about having to get your skin sewn back up that gives a person character. That or a single white glove.

I'm going to bed. School is wearing me out. I'm starting to wonder is life is always supposed to be really busy, and the slackers are missing out, or if life is supposed to be slow, and I'm the one missing out. Guess I'll find out when I'm dead. Or in a coma.

Last week of summer... calls for a blog entry I'd say.

2005-08-31T09:19:00.000-03:00

So it turns out that people have been crying and weeping and nashing their teeth all summer over the fact that I haven't been posting stuff. I honestly don't know why. If you look over the history of my blog, you'll notice that the posts have become less and less amusing. In all seriousness, if I came across my blog, I would probably call the Blogger Headquarters and ask them to take it offline. Thanks to all of you who thought about doing this but decided against it.

It has been an interesting summer. Like every summer for the past five years or so, it has been filled with empty promises to myself. "Oh.. this summer I'm doing this for sure... oh yeah... I'm totally doing that..." Now I know what you're thinking: no one actually says 'totally' anymore. But that's how into it I was. I did however go to Germany and have mass with the pope, ten thousand priests, eight hundred bishops, and about 1.2 million pilgrims. That was pretty cool I guess.

I also had over $40 in parking tickets. And bought speakers for my computer. And got a new computer. And a new kind of deodorant... but that was by mistake.

I wish my digital camera wasn't so broken so I could put up pictures from my adventures, but I guess you'll just have to close your eyes and pretend.

Welcome back to An Observation of the Everyday. Thanks for stopping by.

2005-08-27T15:21:00.000-03:00

This is the first post I've made in almost two months.

Once school starts again I'll be ready to procrastinate more and will be posting every hour or so.

Music music all around.

2005-07-07T11:39:00.000-03:00

I am sitting in my office, about ready to kill myself. I have never heard so many random sounds coming at me at once. For starters, the city shut down half of Queen St. for the Jazz Festival. This just happens to be blaring in my office window. This on it's own would be nice, only there's also a brass quartet playing at the end of the Confed Centre, as they have been everyday for the last three weeks. They play a 45 minute set twice a day. The same songs mind you. On top of that, there's some clarinet guy on the corner, playing to no one now that the street is shut down. To top it all off, the radio in on in the office next door.

I have to get out of here.

I bought my first album off of the iTunes music store: Matt Mays solo album. It's pretty sweet.

Friggin' junebugs.

2005-06-27T23:45:00.000-03:00

June bugs seem to be throwing themselves at my window. The sound is gross. It's like "dink" (hit the glass), "thunk" (hit the window sill), "buzzzzzzz" (wings flap in a moment of panic), repeat until dead.

So not too much new with me. Went to Halifax on the weekend for a NET interview. Rachel and I stayed the night at the Dal residence, and it was hot as Hell in August. Only one window would open, and we sat on the bed beside it waiting for a breeze. There would be a little puff of air, and one would say to the other in a dry. extremely tired voice "did you feel that one"... Not cool at all.

So the dance went off without too much trouble. It seems as though none of the kids had heard too much about "dancing shoes" either (see previous post). There was really only one kid who was on speed or something. He danced like a mexican was shooting at his feet with a magnum. Besides that, things were pretty calm.

Finally, as I mentioned in an earlier post, I've been working on an other media project... It's finally up and running. All you Catholics out there, listen up: I'm working on a podcast called The RC. Check it out at www.therc.org. Enjoy, and let me know what you think!

Bring your own heroin... to the church fundraiser.

2005-06-23T15:10:00.000-03:00

So working in Charlottetown isn't all it's cracked up to be. Nice location? Yes. Enjoy the walking? Yes. Expensive? Hell yes. So far, in parking tickets alone, I'm out $30. And that's only two tickets. Also, the fact that I'm right above fancy cafe's and restaurants doesn't help. I take a lunch so that I won't have to pay for food, and then I go ahead and do it anyway.

What has this taught me?

Leave the debit at home
I enjoy cafe mocha

Here's a story to those of you who haven't heard it yet...

We're doing this teen dance for a WYD fundraiser right... a pretty good deal, as Rachel's bro-in-law is doing the music at a discounted price ($0.00) and we'll probably get the venue for about half as much. Someone decided that my experience with Photoshop CSBE (Creative Suite, Bootleg Edition), I should do the posters. I don't mind this, but me being me, and having a somewhat different sense of humour, I include "Bring your own dancing shoes... Fresh beats will be provided" on the advertisement.

It's not until after Amy's sister puts them up do I find out that "dancing shoes" is slang for some sort of drug. Holy frig. The poster may as well say "Bring your own heroin". Those little punks are going to be going crazy. Thank God T-Bone Dunphy is going to be bouncing.

I am a geek and I don't care.

2005-06-16T15:01:00.000-03:00

Did you know that if you Google Image search for "chimp thinking", my blog is the thrid page that you'll get, but if you Google "an observation of the everyday", it's the fifth. I guess we know who runs the show around here: That damn thinking monkey.

Well, I guess with the popular blogging bonanza that's been going on lately, I should start to pay attention to mine again. Mindy and Maria both launched one just the other day, and Sara's got one up for her trip to Europe. Personally, I find it hard to blog when you're busy sleeping in.

Actually, time has been somewhat cramped for me. Between work and class, as well as several media projects (print ads for Sporting Intentions, video for 4 Skit's Sake), I haven't had much time. I am also working on a personal project that will probably give me even less time to blog, but will be availible to all of you in a similar way. Curious? Check back here for updates.

So I got my new office for work. It's pretty much the sweetest real estate in Charlottetown. For those of you who know the city, It's right above the Anne of Green Gables store on Victoria Row. For those of you who don't know the city, it's still right above the Anne of Green Gables store on Victoria Row... you just can't picture it in your head. It overlooks swanky cafes and the Confederation Centre. The only problem is that the computer that I'm using is about 15 years old. It's practically running with a black and green monitor. And it's a PC.

There's something about being a Mac user that just makes you feel like you're better than everyone else. I think it's the fact that Mac owners are better than everyone else. I got my iMac 3 1/2 years ago, and it's running just as well as it did the day I got it, if not better. I know they're more expensive, but hey, they're worth it.

In other news, Neal is a total geek and likes to ramble about his computer on his blog that no one reads.

Take care.

Word up, y'all.

2005-06-06T19:52:00.000-03:00

I don't know why I haven't been blogging lately. Don't take it personally. It's not that I don't enjoy telling people what's going on. I think it's because I use blogging as a procrastination tool. I'm at the library, and I'm like "Hey. I got this 4 page assignment due tomorrow, but you know what... there's four people out there who keep going to my weblog waiting for me post..." You gotta have priorities.

So Rachel and I went to see Star Wars the other week. People have been complaining about it a lot, I've noticed, but in all seriousness, I think it made up for Episode I and II. I quite enjoyed it. Obi-Wan is the man. Everytime I see a Star Wars film, I have an uncontrollable urge to become a Jedi. You people have no idea. It's not all about the lightsaber either. There's this whole lifestyle and aura about it. I have to stop writing about it because I'm getting so excited.

I've been behind on my podcasts too. I encourage all of you to head over to Podcast Alley and get in to the internet radio phenomenon. I'm currently a fan of The Catholic Insider, How to do Stuff, and Reel Reviews Radio.

I've been thinking lately about doing so podcasting of my own (for those of you who don't know, it's like blogging, only talking instead of writing). I wanted to know first, if you (my readers) would enjoy this more or less. It's quite easy: just download and listen. Please comment and let me know. What would I podcast about? It's up to you.

Store Wars.

2005-06-01T21:06:00.000-03:00

I'm sorry, but it's hard not to find this funny.

Hello friends.

2005-05-30T01:40:00.000-03:00

Hello to all of you who are insanely obsessed with checking my blog. I know I haven't written anything in a while. Thank you for reminding me though. I have meant to for a while, but just kept putting it off. My bad.

Hold in there friends. I have some things to share with you. I will update soon enough.

I am so smrt.

2005-05-19T01:35:00.000-03:00

I like to think of myself as a pretty smrt guy, but sometimes, I let myself down. For instance: last evening, in attempt it fix the printer (which I have done in the past), I Krazy Glued my right index finger to my thumb, with a little broken piece of printer in between. Oh Neal...

I got the new U2 CD recently (first CD I bought in a long time). It has been playing pretty much none stop, both in the CD player and in my head. It's a pretty good album. I don't like it as much as "All That You Can't Leave Behind," but good none the less.

I also got a new fancy cell phone. It has a camera on it, but so far I haven't been able to do anything with the pictures. I think I needs a USB cable. I will have to investigate.

Finally, for the first time in months, I have put up some new pictures. There's some from T-dot, the grad dance, and Teen Encounter. Enjoy!

Summer... I guess.

2005-05-09T23:36:00.000-03:00

So a lot has happened since I posted last... Went to T-dot with the UPEI ACE team for their presentation (they made it to the second round, which means they were in the top 50%). Well come to think of it, maybe that's all that's happend since I last posted.

No, wait... we launched the Airline City Productions website. Oh-freaking yeah. The first website I ever designed that gets it's own domain name and everything. It's hosted by DotEasy, which is DotAwesome because it only cost us $25US to get the domain name, and there's no monthly fee. We also have business cards. Now all we need is gear and customers.

My poor iMac G3 is getting old. I want something bigger. And faster. Like a PowerMac G4 even... I don't care if it's used. I also want a laptop. Cripes...

Holy flippin' crap.

2005-04-27T18:13:00.000-03:00

I don't even know what to say about this, so check it out for yourself:
Mike the Headless Chicken