Sunday, April 18, 2010

The cyclone returns...

Yesterday, Bushwakker released the new Cyclone (to celebrate the 100th (well 98th).. anniversary of the Regina Cyclone of 1912) to a limit of only 50 6-pack cases being sold (1 case per person) Thinking that there would be a line up, I went with my buddy early to line up. He calls me up from being at the location already at around 9am and I asked him how many people where there. "Hmmm... hold on.. let me count.. .... ... 1"

Unbelievable!!! There was no one there to line up. Even when I got there to meet him at around 10am (they opened at 11), there as still no one. Except for maybe a couple of other people who were still waiting in their car since there wasn't really a line up. We thought there would have been more of a craze for it. This is probably the most strongest beverage that Bushwakker have made in their history. Ah... to the people who didn't get any. Your loss man.

Also in our adventures, I got an Actual Lungbutter coffee mug made for work. Thank-you Torchy!!

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Just Like Mom

Are you ready to feel sick? .. Then watch this. I remember this show, but I don't remember him being that creepy. Different time. .. and I thought Richard Dawson was bad.



Thanks to Tony for pointing this one out.

Friday, April 16, 2010

Hey there brother!

I'm watching Jamie Oliver's Food Revolution.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

car wash

I finally washed my car this evening. They have a thing where if you are not satisfied with your wash.. they will wash it again for free. Everytime I look, I'm happy.. so I thought .. ehgh.. I'll just drive home.

I get home and the back of the car looks like an unwiped ass. I'm not impressed.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

RockBandRoll

Ahmad, Rob and I finally got a chance to play some Rock Band Together. Sheila also joined us. A good time was had. I sang for the first time in those games.. and of course I had to do it while I have a cold and my throat was killing me. Along with the fact that I was killing everyone else as well.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

move over Doodlebops and Yo-Gabba Gabba

Check out this Scandinavian metal band for kids.. Hevisaurus. I would much rather take Talya to this than to Doodlebops any day.



Thanks to Tony for pointing this out! .. its awesome

I should just embrace the Happy Stupid way..

You ever have one of those days, where you try to act like nothing happened to refrain from looking like a complete and total boob. But it back fires in you face and you look more like a turd then you would of in the first place?

Yeah .. well that happened to me today.

My boss forwards a call my way. While I am on the call, I start to move my coffee over to the other side of my desk because I didn't want to possibly knock it with my mouse. But to my surprise, the while I was moving it, the bottom of the cup catches on the back part of my keyboard.. SPOOSH all over the keyboard and myself, frantically I remove the keyboard and mop up the coffee with lil pieces of Kleenex, while still on the call directing the user along with his problem.

I finished the call perfectly, the person didn't have a clue what I just did, and didn't realize that the top of my desk and myself if covered with coffee and I was on the other end directing him while I was shaking my keyboard upside down.

After the call, I take my keyboard out to the back and give it a good cleaning. Cleaned up everything on my desk (or so I thought) and tried to continue with the day as nothing happened.

Mr. Boss comes into my office and noticed that I still left a coffee cup on my desk on its side with coffee juices just touching the edge. He then looked at me and could read my face like a book as I was beating myself up...

Hello Mr. Obvious... Ah hell .. you know I always usually come clean no matter how much of a goof I look like, and the one time I try to "play it cool" it totally bit me in the ass. And hard.

Oh well. I think I enjoy myself more when I just laugh at my idiosyncrasies anyway.

Happy Stupid is the way to be.

Monday, April 12, 2010

wet arms

What the hell.. Why do I always have to wash dishes when I am wearing pajamas. I get my damn sleeves wet and have wet arms for the rest of the evening. Man .. life's a bitch sometimes.