Saturday, July 14, 2001
Vaguely disguised sexual innuendo
there was a simpsons halloween special tonight
one of the ones was King Homer a la King Kong
so marge is asking Burns and SMithers to be on the ship
Burns: "So Smithers! What do you think?"
Smithers "I think women and sea men don't mix."
Burns: "Well, we all know what you think."
I laughed my ASS off.
(if you don't get it, say the lines aloud)
(if you don't understand the relevance to smithers, leave. Just leave and don't come back.)
(well okay, you can still come back. But SHAME)
there was a simpsons halloween special tonight
one of the ones was King Homer a la King Kong
so marge is asking Burns and SMithers to be on the ship
Burns: "So Smithers! What do you think?"
Smithers "I think women and sea men don't mix."
Burns: "Well, we all know what you think."
I laughed my ASS off.
(if you don't get it, say the lines aloud)
(if you don't understand the relevance to smithers, leave. Just leave and don't come back.)
(well okay, you can still come back. But SHAME)
Thursday, July 12, 2001
Y'know...I was reviewing the referral log on the counter, and the fact that someone found this log using the following search is disturbing:
Search: "pokemon pictures of pokemon dead of resident evil zombies!!!"
uh...
what the HELL was that guy smoking?
Search: "pokemon pictures of pokemon dead of resident evil zombies!!!"
uh...
what the HELL was that guy smoking?
Wednesday, July 11, 2001
My train was highjacked today.
About 30 of them burst out of the underbrush, after laying a huge stack of unused railway ties across the path. Bandannas flapping in the summer breeze, they swarmed over the train like bees on honey. The engineer was cast from his seat, the valuable bags marked "MAIL" and "GOLD" were ripped from the hands of our venerable rear conductor, and worst of all - I was robbed.
They held me at gunpoint. Bravely, I resisted, but they fired mercilessly. Fortunately for me, I had my memo clipboard to protect myself. My fellow passenger, sitting next to me, wasn't so lucky. He fell backward onto the hard wooden seats, his shirt already wet where they had gotten him, right in the chest.
My veritable key-to-the-employee-washroom railway equivalent was snatched from the seat beside me as a I valiantly warded off three invading marauders. Yes. They stole my sign of rank, my symbol of privilege, my very railway identity.
They stole my "reserved" board.
:(
My seat would no longer be reserved for me and me alone. I would no longer be able to arrive at will, sure in the knowledge that my special seat, mic awaiting, would be empty save for the tested and true red and white reserved board.
Shortly thereafter, the news teams were there. I declined their persistent badgering, denied their requests for exclusive interviews. I had had enough. It had been an awful day before the robbery - that was just the icing on the cake. They then found a witness to get the story from. You shoulda seen this character. Bright green and iridescent coat, strutting about, a long, haughty neck - really snobby type, they were pretty cocky.
It was a tough crowd I had played to that day. On some trips, I had been snarled at, roared at, even charged at on occasion. They were animals, I tell you. Course, it wasn't all bad. We saw some real fine foxes.
AND...
we saw some cougars. They sized us up, licked their lips, narrowed their eyes...but then the robbery took place. By the time I could freely move again, without becoming a human sieve.
Even my material seemed drab. It seemed like I was saying the same thing over and over and over again...
About 30 of them burst out of the underbrush, after laying a huge stack of unused railway ties across the path. Bandannas flapping in the summer breeze, they swarmed over the train like bees on honey. The engineer was cast from his seat, the valuable bags marked "MAIL" and "GOLD" were ripped from the hands of our venerable rear conductor, and worst of all - I was robbed.
They held me at gunpoint. Bravely, I resisted, but they fired mercilessly. Fortunately for me, I had my memo clipboard to protect myself. My fellow passenger, sitting next to me, wasn't so lucky. He fell backward onto the hard wooden seats, his shirt already wet where they had gotten him, right in the chest.
My veritable key-to-the-employee-washroom railway equivalent was snatched from the seat beside me as a I valiantly warded off three invading marauders. Yes. They stole my sign of rank, my symbol of privilege, my very railway identity.
They stole my "reserved" board.
:(
My seat would no longer be reserved for me and me alone. I would no longer be able to arrive at will, sure in the knowledge that my special seat, mic awaiting, would be empty save for the tested and true red and white reserved board.
Shortly thereafter, the news teams were there. I declined their persistent badgering, denied their requests for exclusive interviews. I had had enough. It had been an awful day before the robbery - that was just the icing on the cake. They then found a witness to get the story from. You shoulda seen this character. Bright green and iridescent coat, strutting about, a long, haughty neck - really snobby type, they were pretty cocky.
It was a tough crowd I had played to that day. On some trips, I had been snarled at, roared at, even charged at on occasion. They were animals, I tell you. Course, it wasn't all bad. We saw some real fine foxes.
AND...
we saw some cougars. They sized us up, licked their lips, narrowed their eyes...but then the robbery took place. By the time I could freely move again, without becoming a human sieve.
Even my material seemed drab. It seemed like I was saying the same thing over and over and over again...
Oh my gosh that took forever.
Sunday, July 08, 2001
Well.
I start working at the zoo (okay, the WILDLIFE PARK) tomorrow, and I have no idea what I'm going to be doing. It's an all-day thing though, so hopefully it won't be too boring or (jenn) something dumb like shoveling elephant manure. That would suck. How many people read this anyways? I can think of like...three? Ah well. Perhaps I'm wrong.
That Megatokyo contest-guest strip that's currently up on The Drink took me way longer than I expected. Too long, actually. Each of the panels was actually a full-page sketch that I had to trace over to get a polished version (ie remove eraser marks, creases, smudges etc etc) that I have sitting on my desk. It was a bad way to do the strip; I put too much effort into the panel of Largo running when it's really just a really small picture. And adding the "Ping-Cam" stuff onto the last strip was done on computer, but it took a lot longer than I had anticipated. Meh. I suppose it was a worthwhile mini-project though.
The duel of words is underway at storyfuck.com - my story was given the title of "Upside Down Sock Drawer" and my opponent had a pen name of Chesty Churchill. That really sounds like a porn name. So far we've each written one chapter. However, I read hers, and it didn't really seem to screw mine up at all...I'm not impressed. I'm writing a follow-up chapter right now - and it involves blowing up the location of her (if it is really a her) chapter. :)
I went on another trip to Van this weekend, it was pretty boring as my cousin who I normally hang out with was in driving lessons all the time. I have this temporary hair gel-color stuff, so I had green and silver hair for the weekend, kinda different. Missed Warped Tour though, which I woulda gone to except we couldn't find a ride and taking the bus would have been too expensive. :( Then I missed taka's bbq friday night. Damn the luck.
I am currently: learning flash, learning javascript, working on a school website, designing ads for GYB promotions freelance-style, working for the zoo, writing for storyfuck.com, and trying to do The Drink.
Hawksley Workman and Gorillaz are neat.
TV shows - Spy Groove, Starship Troopers, Batman the Animated Series, Ghostbusters - all these are currently on tv. But not until like 3am in the morning! Why?! WHY?! :(
One year ago today at Shad I was sleeping, recovering from a large hike at Waterton National Park. And I did not yet know who had mysteriously painted my toenails red sometime while I was sleeping. I did know I would get him (or her) back though.
It was Colin, by the way.
And I got him back. At Shad itself I think, and also later at Canwon.
I just saw I know what you did last summer for the first time a few nights back. I never realized what a star-studded cast that was...like the hottest young stars at the time.
OH! Something weird. A few weeks back, we made a trip to Vancouver to visit my Grandma, who was kinda sick and in the hospital. On one of the trips to the hospital I found a big, black feather. Which was kinda odd, cause I really couldn't recall the last time I had found one. Certainly not for a really long time. And this one was big and perfectly unharmed.
Then on this last trip, at a different hospital, way away from the first one, I found ANOTHER big black feather. It looked exactly the same as the first one, and though I kept an eye out the rest of the time I was in Van, no other feathers. It's almost like...eerie. Maybe I'm just being silly. Looking too much into things. (I do that a lot) But it was still kinda weird.
Blah. I need some sleep. Gotta go to the zoo early tomorrow morn, and it's the farthest from where I live as it could possibly be without being outside the city. Which means a long drive. Which means getting up earlier. *sigh*
-- signing off --
I start working at the zoo (okay, the WILDLIFE PARK) tomorrow, and I have no idea what I'm going to be doing. It's an all-day thing though, so hopefully it won't be too boring or (jenn) something dumb like shoveling elephant manure. That would suck. How many people read this anyways? I can think of like...three? Ah well. Perhaps I'm wrong.
That Megatokyo contest-guest strip that's currently up on The Drink took me way longer than I expected. Too long, actually. Each of the panels was actually a full-page sketch that I had to trace over to get a polished version (ie remove eraser marks, creases, smudges etc etc) that I have sitting on my desk. It was a bad way to do the strip; I put too much effort into the panel of Largo running when it's really just a really small picture. And adding the "Ping-Cam" stuff onto the last strip was done on computer, but it took a lot longer than I had anticipated. Meh. I suppose it was a worthwhile mini-project though.
The duel of words is underway at storyfuck.com - my story was given the title of "Upside Down Sock Drawer" and my opponent had a pen name of Chesty Churchill. That really sounds like a porn name. So far we've each written one chapter. However, I read hers, and it didn't really seem to screw mine up at all...I'm not impressed. I'm writing a follow-up chapter right now - and it involves blowing up the location of her (if it is really a her) chapter. :)
I went on another trip to Van this weekend, it was pretty boring as my cousin who I normally hang out with was in driving lessons all the time. I have this temporary hair gel-color stuff, so I had green and silver hair for the weekend, kinda different. Missed Warped Tour though, which I woulda gone to except we couldn't find a ride and taking the bus would have been too expensive. :( Then I missed taka's bbq friday night. Damn the luck.
I am currently: learning flash, learning javascript, working on a school website, designing ads for GYB promotions freelance-style, working for the zoo, writing for storyfuck.com, and trying to do The Drink.
Hawksley Workman and Gorillaz are neat.
TV shows - Spy Groove, Starship Troopers, Batman the Animated Series, Ghostbusters - all these are currently on tv. But not until like 3am in the morning! Why?! WHY?! :(
One year ago today at Shad I was sleeping, recovering from a large hike at Waterton National Park. And I did not yet know who had mysteriously painted my toenails red sometime while I was sleeping. I did know I would get him (or her) back though.
It was Colin, by the way.
And I got him back. At Shad itself I think, and also later at Canwon.
I just saw I know what you did last summer for the first time a few nights back. I never realized what a star-studded cast that was...like the hottest young stars at the time.
OH! Something weird. A few weeks back, we made a trip to Vancouver to visit my Grandma, who was kinda sick and in the hospital. On one of the trips to the hospital I found a big, black feather. Which was kinda odd, cause I really couldn't recall the last time I had found one. Certainly not for a really long time. And this one was big and perfectly unharmed.
Then on this last trip, at a different hospital, way away from the first one, I found ANOTHER big black feather. It looked exactly the same as the first one, and though I kept an eye out the rest of the time I was in Van, no other feathers. It's almost like...eerie. Maybe I'm just being silly. Looking too much into things. (I do that a lot) But it was still kinda weird.
Blah. I need some sleep. Gotta go to the zoo early tomorrow morn, and it's the farthest from where I live as it could possibly be without being outside the city. Which means a long drive. Which means getting up earlier. *sigh*
-- signing off --
