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Blame teh gays.

This is an hil­ari­ous vidio I saw today at The Friendly Atheist. Last month dur­ing Stockholm Pride it aired. Turn on sub­titles and enjoy!

Over/Under

Whelmed. I like that word but I find it strange that the com­mon Internet defin­i­tions of it often include “Overwhelmed” as a defin­i­tion. That is ques­tion­able to me. In fact, I am under­whelmed with any pos­it­ive emo­tions by that lazy defin­i­tion. See how that works? If I am under­whelmed, then I have not yet reached a state of whelmed­ness, and if I am over­whelmed,

Everybody jump aboard the failboat!

Well, that wouldn’t be a very good idea now would it. I’m great at mak­ing excuses, I could invent one right now. You know what for… But I won’t I’ll just pre­tend that noth­ing hap­pend and get on with this thing. I’m mov­ing tomor­row. It’s the right time to do it for me. As much as I’m afraid of

My daily routine.

For your approval, some­thing about myself. I’m not really very inter­est­ing though. I’m also ter­rible at remem­ber­ing details. My past is a haze really, a few points stand out but the details and events lead­ing to those points are clouded and eph­em­eral. It’s tough to tell a story that has noth­ing but a couple of cli­maxes with no back

Michael Proietti : Chefs : Food Network

Michael Proietti : Chefs : Food Network. So appar­ently If I were a little bit heav­ier, and a whole lot gayer. I could be the next Food Network Star. At least, that’s what Lindsay says. I sup­pose that I can see it too.

June 24, The yard.

It’s a gor­geous day today, too bad it’s Calgary! (haha) So I’m sit­ting out­side at the behest of my lady-friend, writ­ing. I was play­ing a video game, but I was get­ting a little tired of it. There should be an age limit for using a micro­phone in Team Fortress 2. There’s a few mos­qui­toes out, but not an intol­er­able num­ber, so all

Well shit.

I’ve already failed on that whole “daily” post­ing thing… Damn. So any­ways, I’ve been busy mov­ing to Calgary this week (Finally) Changing over my drivers license was fairly trivial, how­ever, car insur­ance is a dif­fer­ent mat­ter. First I needed an out-of-province inspec­tion, which my damn car failed. Some stuff regard­ing the steer­ing box and front sus­pen­sion area.

So Here I am.

Happy zom­bie Jesus day! I’m in Golden for the Easter week­end, vis­it­ing fam­ily and gen­er­ally relax­ing. Right now I’m think­ing about pro­cras­tin­at­ing. I’m not act­ively plan­ning on pro­cras­tin­at­ing, I’m thin­ing about the fact that I pro­cras­tin­ate. This is prob­ably due in part to my desire to do things cor­rectly the first time. My excuse is that I’m

Lux Interior dies at 60; founder and singer with punk band the Cramps — Los Angeles Times

Lux Interior dies at 60; founder and singer with punk band the Cramps  —  Los Angeles Times. Probably one of the coolest bands my girl­friend has intro­duced me to. It’s kind of sad.