March 27th, 2005
To appease the wench over at Cybervassals, I’m actually following a meme 
Don’t tell her…
1. You’re stuck inside Fahrenheit 451– which book do you want to be?
Well, it certainly wouldn’t be Fahrenheit 451. I hated the book. Any work of fiction that gives Grade 10 English teachers an excuse to torture students isn’t really work the brain storage space.
If I had to have a book floating around in my head, it’d probably be something like Treasure Island or A Christmas Carol.
2. Have you ever had a crush on a fictional character?
Yes.
3. The last book you bought is:
The Lions of Al-Rassan // Guy Gavriel Kay
4. The last book you read:
Neverwhere // Neil Gaiman
5. What are you currently reading?
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone // J. K. Rowling
6. Five books you would take to a deserted island:
Apart from the requisite unbound reference material on how to get off the deserted island, and about the sustaining values of plants and animals you’d find on a deserted island, I’d have to choose:
The Name of the Rose // Umberto Eco
The Prophet // Khalil Gibran
The Lord of the Rings // J. R. R. Tolkien
Papillon // Henri Charriere
The Mahabarata
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March 21st, 2005
Mamazilla found me out:
SO GLAD YOU FINALLY REJOINED THE LIVING… i take it that the alternative life of voodoo crime wasn’t paying off? 
I kept sticking myself with the pins… the income from the voodoo crime wasn’t really covering the bandaids. AND, to make matters worse, there’s a limited market in Ottawa for people who want to turn their bosses into zombies because most bosses here are either in high tech or government and are ALREADY zombies.
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March 17th, 2005
It’s St. Paddy’s Day, not St. Patty’s Day.
Paddy = Patrick.
Patty = Patricia.
Patrick is the Patron Saint of Ireland.
Patricia, according to Chris DeBurgh, is the best stripper in town.
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March 17th, 2005
If you can dye beer green, it’s not worth drinking.
Nuff said.
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March 5th, 2005
Testing…
1 2 3…
This thing on?
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November 29th, 2004
For animals, the entire universe has been neatly divided into things to (a) mate with, (b) eat, (c) run away from, and (d) rocks.
-Terry Pratchett, Equal Rites
Fuji has (a) nicely figured out.
Now, although there’s a girly cat in our house, Ophelia, Fuji isn’t interested in her. She’s a wee bit too hefty for his liking. Instead, our lovable soft grey cat has another love interest…
…enter, stage right, the pink and blue elephant.
That’s right, our cat has a “thing” for something that doesn’t remotely look like a cat. It’s big, and floopy, and it’s got a long trunk, it’s got googly eyes; and it’s blue. We won it at the fair a few years ago.
There’s no buying dinner. No loving gazes. There’s just the mount, the kneading, the climax, and the dismount. To make matters worse, he’s got the libido of several pubescent rabbits. About every 15 minutes the cycle renews itself.
Why do we know about this torrid affair ? He usually drags the elephant out in front of the TV. He’s nothing if not an exhibitionist.
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November 27th, 2004
I’m admitting passive agression.
After the better part of a week suffering a migraine calibre headache brought on by the removal of caffeine from my daily life, I started drinking coffee again yesterday.
Then I got drunk to help with the headache.
It’s all good.
Of course, there’s strong evidence to suggest that I started drinking coffee again so I had something to serve as the delivery mechanism for Bailey’s, brandy, and amaretto during the day. An intoxicated I.T. department is MUCH more amiable than your every day, run of the mill I.T. department.
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November 24th, 2004
I’ve had a particularly long computer-related day.
Today’s “I hate computers and I’m quitting tomorrow!” occupation:
Bathhouse attendant
Nothing more complicated than “Here’s your Chapstick and your towel.”
Wait a minute, I just realized that I know nothing about bathhouses. Do they give out towels?
Actually, I don’t want to know.
I need a beer.
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November 24th, 2004
It’s been over 48 hours since I stopped drinking coffee.
Yeah, I know. Crazy talk. Whatchoo talkin bout, Willis? Who in their right mind would stop drinking coffee.
I agree with you.
The “I stopped drinking coffee” headache showed up today. The only thing that seems to fix it is putting my whole head in the fridge. I don’t seem to be snarly this time — maybe the body is saving that for tomorrow’s bit of joy.
Mmmm…. uncaffeinated herbal tea.
Sigh, it just doesn’t sound the same.
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November 22nd, 2004
If you have ever, ever, EVER been involved with a community theatre company, you need to go rent Waiting For Guffman. It’s a hilariously frightening view of community theatre that strikes a run-away-screaming chord in anybody who has slathered on greasepaint, shorted out a body mike, or worn a dance belt… and not gotten paid for it.
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