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11 .27 .01
Hey, look! It's my new Lord of the Rings Gandalf mug from Burger King. Oh, I'm pretty sure I'll be getting all 4 mugs now. They're pretty snazzy. I'm going to have to start drinking everything now in the dark so that I can take advantage of the nifty red glow my mug sheds. It reminds me of some "Dr. Jeckell and Mr. Hyde" elixir or something. All it's missing is a self-bubbling mechanism and a dry ice evaporation unit for that true mad scientist concoction look and feel.
Of course, I need to buy the rest of them. There's no doubt about it because I don't have enough stuff as it is. But at least these are functional, unlike so much of the other junk I own.
11 .26 .01
I'd have to say that my favourite part about the Teletubbies, next to the Teletubbies themselves, is the baby in the sun. I don't know if that sunny cherub has a proper name or not but I laugh every damn time I see its bubbly little face. Granted, the baby looks a little evil in this crappy GIF I swiped from some weird Satanism page but normally its such a happy and innocent face.
I have a hard time describing it exactly but the baby is like this little ball of energy just waiting to explode in a drooling giggling fit, like some giddy, infant-like supernova. He seems to just glance around at some unseen thing, moving about ever so slightly but enough to incite a type of wonder as to when the jaundiced tot is going to open it's mouth in a cute little squeal and bear it's half a dozen chompers.
I sit, anticipating its outburst, my attention hinges on this eventuality until it finally occurs and I laugh along with the shiny tyke.
I don't know why I haven't watched the show in such a long time. Perhaps I should tape these parts and have a tape full of the Sun Baby.
11 .24 .01
I forget exactly who emailed this picture to me but I laugh every time I look at it. Kitties are funny.
Man, did I eat a lot tonight. I got up this afternoon and had breakfast at 1pm. Then around 4pm I started working on Mark and Neil's CD again and put together and inlay for the demo as well. By the time we finished it was after 8pm and then my hunger just hit me. Luckily, everyone was waiting for Sharon before they went to eat so I was able to go to the Loyalist and pig out. Stuffed potatoes and a chicken crèpe. The sauce on the crèpe was pretty damn good. I remember having it a long time ago and I'm pretty sure I know what I'll be getting next time we eat there.
Then, being as full as I was, I decided that a Buster Bar from Dairy Queen couldn't hurt matters any so I scoffed that down and waddled back out to the car.
As a side note, there's a new guestbook for I.R. You can access it using the links on the left.
11 .15 .01
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Why the hell do people put Nike bumper plates on their vehicles? Can someone explain that to me? I'm seeing them all the time, and they aren't just on "soccer mom" vans. It's bad enough that people need to wear Nike hats, Nike shoes, Nike pants, Nike shirts, Nike this, and Nike that, but why a bumper plate? It seems so pointless to emblazon your vehicle with this giant corporation's logo unless you work for them or are getting paid for displaying such a thing.
If you like their products then fine, I don't care. People need sneakers and running suits but there just comes a point when it looks like people ran into a Nike store and swiped as much merchandise as they could, threw it all on and started walking down the street looking like someone approved all of their belongings with a big marker.
By displaying this stuff you're just becoming free advertisement for these companies, and while that may be fine and dandy for some people and, in fact, good for some businesses (independent or local shops, etc.), it's overkill, annoying, and a sign of our North American culture's consumerism and mindless trend following.
I understand why people feel the need to buy this stuff. It's either cool, or trendy, or whatever. There are also the people who just want some comfy sneakers or a new sweater without paying any consideration for who made it or what's on it because they don't care. I was just never into the whole "have to buy this brand because everyone else is" thing. Sure I buy things because of brand names, who doesn't and who can even help it in this day and age? But I don't buy stuff because some sports hero told me to, or because some overpaid, flavour-of-the-day jock said so. I buy it because it works like it's supposed to, it's comfortable, or it basically does the function it's meant to do. I have Adidas sneakers only because they're blue. They could have been made my Sears or Kraft Foods for that matter and I wouldn't care. I wear only Levi's socks because they're the best socks I've ever worn. And if I had a choice to buy a $20 blank, black t-shirt or a $5 black t-shirt with a tiny Nike logo on the chest, I'd be shelling out the extra cash for the blank one.
I wonder how many people would buy Nike clothes if the logo was only on the tag and wasn't anywhere on the outside of the garment itself?
If you want to support Nike (and its sweatshops) by displaying their logo and you have no idea why you're doing it then go right ahead and make me complain. But I'd like to make a suggestion: support something that has a meaning instead of just driving around in your brand-wagon in your trendy-suit hoping that everyone sees your little checkmarks.
11 .08 .01
This is a pretty full weekend coming up. Tomorrow is my grandfather's 85th birthday, Saturday is my sister's 19th birthday, and Sunday is Remembrance Day. Plus, on Saturday, I'll be heading to Moncton for a shopping trip where I probably won't find anything worth buying, and then on Sunday I'll probably be going up west to visit my grandparents.
It's starting to get cold now but thankfully I have my long underwear to keep me warm. Ah, sweet, long underwear. I don't know how I went without you for so long. I can't believe what I used to wear in the winter now that I look back. I used to walk to school in sneakers and a fall jacket without a hat, scarf, or gloves in the dead of the snowy winter. I couldn't wear a hat though, it would mess up my hair if I did. When I had hair that is.
I used to walk to work when I was at Shoppers Drug Mart in my uniform's thin, cotton pants. Some days the windchill would be so bad I would get to work and be perfectly warm except for my thighs and legs which, after I came in from the cold, would start burning as they thawed. Not fun. If only I was smart enough to have worn long underwear then.
-->> Includes fries, coleslaw, and a medium drink.
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