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Laugh, it’s the fuzz!
Sit down as I tell you a little tale of me mouthing off to a police officer.
I’m walking behind the public school heading home at 3am. In my hand I’m holding an extra large Tim Horton’s cup which is bright red and has Tim Horton’s written all over it so there is no mistaking it. I walk up to the car casually and take one of my headphones out as he gets out of the car and I say Hi. Now this guy is the same guy who stopped me about two weeks ago about 50 feet from the spot he stopped me today, and that day I showed him my ID and was very easy going He asks where I’m coming from and I look at this huge cup in my hand, look at him and say “Tatooine”. He looks and me with a puzzled expression on his face and asks where that is. Not missing a beat I reply “a galaxy far far away”. I think at this point he realizes that I’m fucking with him. He then tells me to watch it and empty my pockets on the hood of the car. At this point all that I have going through my head is “Can I even fit my hands in my pants pockets they’e so tight?”. So I ask him if he has a warrant, take another drink of my coffee and look at him with a a big smile on my face.
He tells me to do it or he’s going to take me downtown we pretty much are downtown.I ask him if the backdoor is unlocked and point at the car door. He gave me a dirty look, got in his car and drove off.
It was fun to say the least.
Blue Hair?!
Like totally no way and stuff!
Note: It actually has more colour, but due to the coding of the site it shows the images semi-transparent. Click the imae for the unedited picture.
Two dreams for the price of one!
So I just had 2 dreams. I know for most people it’s not a big deal to dream, but I do it so rarely that it’s like going to Disney World.
Dream One
It started off at my Dad’s old house. I came down the stairs from the bedroom (I guess I was still living there at the time) and my Dad was sitting at a table talking to a man. He introduced the man as Guy Fawkes. I commented “Well don’t try to blow up this place, won’t do you any good”. And my Dad just shot me daggers, as though he didn’t get it and the man just looked puzzled. They then went on to tell me that we’re going to Jamaica, as they have something they need to take care of.
On the way there, I ended up losing my laptop bag in the airport, so I have no laptop/phone/ipod/etc so I’m completely cut off from pretty much everything else now. We got to the hotel and it was strange, 4 rooms shared 1toilet/sink, but had seperate showers. In fact, the door that leads to the toilet was at the back of the shower. Odd, I know.
So myself, my father and Guy Fawkes were in a jeep on the shoreline driving somewhere and one of our tires blew out. Instantly, the two of them pulled hand guns out and ducked down as a bullet went wizzing by my head. The only thing I could say was “The fuck?!” They gave me a hand gun and told me they had some people that needed to be taken care of. The next thing I know I’m in the jungle taking out rebels with a machine gun.
Then I woke up.
End of Dream One
So while I was awake I got a drink, munched on some french fries and stuff, and went back to sleep.
Dream Two
I was walking through a sub-division with Cheryl heading to my apartment. The sub-division was one that I used to go trick-or-treating in when I was younger, and isn’t even in the same province as where I currently live. On the way we passed a bus stop (which was taken from beside my father’s old house. That’s 3 mis-matched locations so far). Sitting in the grass beside this bus stop was a black bag, but nobody was around. As I got closer I could see the Roots logo on it, it was my laptop bag. I checked it out and it looked like everything was there, including for some reason a palm leaf. I shook off the confusion, picked it up and carried on my way.
When we got back to the apartment building, Cheryl said she was having some friends over and I should stop by. I told her I might, but not to wait up. That being said, we went our seperate ways. A while later there was banging at my door, it was Cheryl and Jaimie. They told me to stop being a nerd and come over. I told them I’d rather not, and they told me they had strippers. Calling them on it, they said they’d give me $100 if they didn’t. So given the situation that I either get to see boobs or bills, I went over. Well, there were no strippers, but a group of people. Some friends, some family and some ex-girlfriends. I turn to leave, but they locked the door. “It’s an intervention. You need help” they tell me. When I ask to what they say “Your life is fucked up, you need to be like us, you’re too weird.”
I try to leave again, and they bring out ropes, tape and a cattle prod. Like that was going to happen? I change into a beast resembling Sabertooth from the classic X-Men. The next thing I know the apartment is filled with blood and there are no bodies around.
Then I wake up.
End of Dream Two
So yeah, I find it strange that the two dreams were linked through the laptop bag. I’ve never had a dreams before that actually related to another dream. I also killed a lot, but I got to see palm trees (I love palm trees) so they were pretty good dreams. Anyway, that is all.
On your left, you’ll notice death…
I’ve been thinking about death a lot lately. Not about killing myself, I don’t think I could bring myself to that. I’m far too egotistical for that, suicides never get much publicity. But just about life and death in general.
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Pepperoni Pizza Pockets
So I’ve run out of pepperoni & bacon pizza pockets last night, so have nothing to munch on today. So i look in my freezer and see some pepperoni pizza pockets. Now these pepperoni pizza pockets have been in my freezer for at LEAST 2 months. I bought them when No Frills was out of pepperoni and bacon. I opened them up, had one bite, tasted like ass, threw them out. Tried them again a month ago: still tasted like ass.
So I decide today that I’m really hungry, maybe they won’t taste like ass. So I cook them have a bite: Nope, still taste like three shades of ass. So then it hits me; no not the vomiting, an idea: Lets put maple syurp on them to kill the taste. Well I’ll tell ya folks, PEPPERONI PIZZA POCKETS WITH MAPLE SYURP STILL TASTE LIKE ASS!
So now I wasted some good maple syurp and still can’t east these. So don’t buy pepperoni pizza pockets from McCain, they suck.
That is all.
Boston Pizza
Not a whole lot done today, ended up sleeping until 8:30pm, then rushing out to get to PetSmart before it closed at 9. Really wish they were open 24/7, I hate having to do stuff during the day, when I can’t. The heat takes a number on me doing even the smallest thing, can’t wait for winter to come.
Anyway, after that he went to Boston Pizza. Of course, I had to bring my camera. So I was playing around with it, and out of boredom decided to record our coversation. Well, it’s quite odd to say the least. Think we touched on quite a few different topics. Eventually, I told them the camera was on. Didn’t stop them too much though. So I came home ready to upload it to my computer and throw it up on youtube: MM2 sucks.
Between PetSmart and Boston Pizza, I came back to feed the toads. During that time, I had recorded them, uploaded it and put it on youtube no problem. However, now trying to get the Boston Pizza footage off, MM2 messes up about 1:30 into it (of 30 minutes total). No clue why, MM2 just stops responding. On top of that, when MM2 stops responding, so does all of windows; which makes me restart the whole computer. I’m going to try using Movie Maker V1 later to import it, hope that works. But doubt it. Stupid microcrap.
So anyway, yeah. As you can tell, not posting too much here, throwing a ton of random stupid videos up on my YouTube. So check it out. Videos are a little more complicated and time consuming then blog posts, gives me something to do.
Ok, now that’s it. LATER!
Working on it
Not too much going on, sitting here plotting out Episode 2 of BB: MAE. I’m attempting to work a little more on character development/interaction, as the first episode was quite flat. So I have A huge web on my BRAINBOARD. For those of you who are unawre of what I mean by a web, basically it’s a ton of random ideas thrown up with circles around them. When an idea relates directly to another idea, you link them using a line. As this tends to get quite messy, it becomes a web. I like this idea of connecting my thoughts, it’s hard to keep them organized some times.
HA snippet of what’s going through my brain:
What will they do? A challenge is needed to eliminate a character.
What will the challenge be? How is it played?
How will one win? How will one lose? What will they win? What will they lose?
How would each character react to the challenge (good, bad, happy, sad)? How would each character act towards the other characters’ ability in this challenge?
Then we have the final questions…
Who will win the challenge? Who will lose the challenge?
What reactions will characters have towards winning/losing/winner/loser?
Anyway, that’s one minor plot line going through my head. I’m not even sure of the answers yet. But I have a plot that if I go with it can lead me up to Episode 4. So just a matter of sorting this one out so we can get there. Woot. Ok, back to work.
EDIT: Ok, Episode 2 is all plotted out and ready for filming. A little more actually going on this episode. Here is one of the 4 plot webs that were done during the process. Believe it or not, this is actually one of the neater ones.
Character relations 2 plot web
Ronald 3:16
I was at McDonalds a few minutes ago (because we all know I’m a great chef) and there is an old woman next to me. As the worker hands me my food the old woman says “Make sure to thank the lord before you eat”. Now the first thing that came to my head was “Lady, until Jesus delivers in 30 minutes or less he ain’t getting shit.” I almost said it, but the McEmployee could sense it and shot me daggers. So I just smiled and left. I was so tempted to say it, if I didn’t fear being decked by and old woman, I would have.
Anyway, not a lot else to say besides that. Attempted to make a Blogathon promo to throw up on youtube: Couldn’t stop laughing. I can’t be serious, I really can’t. I hope nobody ever asks me to tell somebody a family member is dead, I’ll end up sending a clown or a barbershop quartette
Are you Scared?
Well you should be.
Yesterday I decided to finally go out and get a camcorder. First we went to FutureShop and they had a Canon ZR500 that I loved, was totally awesome. But I had to look at my options before buying it. So we look around, nothing better in my price range until we get to Sears. Sears had a JVC something or other for $299. The sales guy said it includes IEEE/firewire to hook it up to my computer, awesome. So I pick it up. Come home, he lied. Not even anything in the manual about hooking it up to a PC. Fine, screw him. Tape the box back up, take it back and put up enough of a stink to get a full refund. Best part there is it seems I didn’t put the card back in to register the camera. Oops.
So I decided to go back and get the uber-sexy Canon from Future Shop. Only catch is that it only connects using firewire, no USB. Whatever, I had to go buy a card with firewire on to hook it up. So the card is sitting on my coffee table right now, plan on putting it in later tonight.
As for the camera though, it’s uber-sexy. Compact (fits in my pocket!), tons of functions, clear picture, light, good sound and a 1-year warranty. I was offered the 4 year warranty, but I figure if I brake it, it will be within a year. If I can’t brake it in 365 days, it can’t be broken.
So what does this mean? It means my stupidity that has been flowing onto youtube through my webcam will no be expanded to stupidity wherever I am! So watch youtube, I don’t plan on stopping any time soon.
Next topic: BLOGATHON! July 29th guys, some sponsors would be lovely. A dollar or two isn’t much right guys? And it’s for the Tim Hortons Children’s Foundation, so you’ll feel better about yourself after. So click the Sponsor Me! on the left side of this page for more details or go HERE for a quick forward. As incentive for sponsors, those who sponsor me are free to contact me and I’ll take requests/mention them in a blog post/vlog post. Oh, and I’ll be doing vlog posts as well throughout the blogathon, so twice as much stupidity. So seriously people, it’s for the children: so sponsor me.
Anyway, that’s it for now. Later Y’all!