Tuesday, October 14, 2003
My trip to Edmonton started off on an omninous note, Kangaroo Jack and I-Spy were the movies that were being shown. I was kind of glad I hadn't brought earphones because then I didn't have to listen to the inane dialogue, however even deaf people weren't saved from this monstrosity. While watching Kangaroo Jack you could just tell that tripe was spewing from their mouths. The only scene that had my undivided attention is when the titular character spouts his signature phrase (or well the phrase from that overplayed preview/commercial) 'Nice!' while flashing the O-K sign in Jerry O'Connell's face. It's sad to say, but that Sliders tv series was genius compared with this movie.
Speaking of nerds, I think I may hate them. This being one of the many reasons.
I think time machines are cool, all my favourite star trek episodes involve time travel, but seriously this site is awfully dumb and you'd have to be completely blind to world events to believe that all of the predictions on this site will happen.
My favourite Star Trek episode is Patterns of Force. Kirk and Spock try to make contact with this brilliant mind from Starfleet Academy who is acting as a cultural observer on a chaos ridden primitive planet. He decides that the best way to improve the world is to model it on an efficient Earth culture/society. For some reason, even though he's supposed to be a brilliant, wise professor, he elects to choose Nazi Germany. Everything goes fine for a while, but unfortunately he fucking forgot the part about the holocaust and the facism and things spiral out of control. What a dummy. Old people need more foresight.
Like the old man that sat across from me on the way to Edmonton. Don't ride the bus if you're going to hack, wheeze, and fart the whole way there.
I saw Black Rice play in Edmonton at Seedy's and they were amazing. The Wolfnote also played, which leads into my next joke...
I was at a bar on Whyte avenue when I saw an argument take place outside the side window. The participants were some young gentlemen clad in undershirts aka 'wifebeaters', they were rather passionate about their arguments, which I couldn't hear due to the pane of glass between us. I then narrated their conversation which went like this:
"Fuck you man Dostoevsky is the fuckin' bomb'
shove
"Nah man, you just opened the wrong can of worms, Crime and Punishment is for pussies, pussies like you"
"Knave! Fuckin Knave, Tolstoy is a hack!"
ad infinitum until the cops break it up and proclaim that everyone better bow down to Pasternak.
This weekend I drank an Olands. I haven't had one in 2 years. It was great.
Speaking of nerds, I think I may hate them. This being one of the many reasons.
I think time machines are cool, all my favourite star trek episodes involve time travel, but seriously this site is awfully dumb and you'd have to be completely blind to world events to believe that all of the predictions on this site will happen.
My favourite Star Trek episode is Patterns of Force. Kirk and Spock try to make contact with this brilliant mind from Starfleet Academy who is acting as a cultural observer on a chaos ridden primitive planet. He decides that the best way to improve the world is to model it on an efficient Earth culture/society. For some reason, even though he's supposed to be a brilliant, wise professor, he elects to choose Nazi Germany. Everything goes fine for a while, but unfortunately he fucking forgot the part about the holocaust and the facism and things spiral out of control. What a dummy. Old people need more foresight.
Like the old man that sat across from me on the way to Edmonton. Don't ride the bus if you're going to hack, wheeze, and fart the whole way there.
I saw Black Rice play in Edmonton at Seedy's and they were amazing. The Wolfnote also played, which leads into my next joke...
I was at a bar on Whyte avenue when I saw an argument take place outside the side window. The participants were some young gentlemen clad in undershirts aka 'wifebeaters', they were rather passionate about their arguments, which I couldn't hear due to the pane of glass between us. I then narrated their conversation which went like this:
"Fuck you man Dostoevsky is the fuckin' bomb'
shove
"Nah man, you just opened the wrong can of worms, Crime and Punishment is for pussies, pussies like you"
"Knave! Fuckin Knave, Tolstoy is a hack!"
ad infinitum until the cops break it up and proclaim that everyone better bow down to Pasternak.
This weekend I drank an Olands. I haven't had one in 2 years. It was great.
