1.24.2006

Canadian Election

It was voted Joel Nielsen is the coolest person in Canada.

There were two write-in votes for me. I'm wondering who the second person is?

No communism this time around. Maybe in two years when this government crumbles.

1.19.2006

Good times

Isn’t it just fun to dig through old boxes, look through photo albums and remember all the good times.
My past was tucked away in a tiny closet until they were disrupted by someone looking for some stuff.
My memories would have stayed locked away for a long time. It great to relive the good old days. The trip to Europe, the houseboat trip and especially the trip to Powell River.
Now, I just have to clean up the damn mess and toss everything back in the closet until the next time I need some cheering up.
Thanks.

1.17.2006

Yeah work!

Has anyone else been at work for 18 of the past 24 hours?
It’s been a lot of fun, but I must go home and get some actual sleep. Three and a half hours just doesn’t cut it.
Someone better say good job for the work I put into the minor hockey supplement.

Don’t you just hate when you e-mail someone saying you’ll be in Edmonton on Jan. 27,28 and 29 and they don’t get back to you?
Stupid self-absorbed college kids. Way back in my college days, we used to respond to all e-mails in a quick and courtesy manner.

1.14.2006

What ever happended to....

....the word raunchy?

I haven't heard anyone say something was raunchy for years. Is it because everything that was once raunchy is now acceptable? What was raunchy is now some sort of fetish?

Hmmm... I wonder.

1.10.2006

I got serious for a second, but that was all.

A co-worker had a chance to get one of his pictures published in another paper, but declined because they weren’t willing to pay.
I said he should do it so his pictures would get a little exposure. He would get a photo credit and another 1,000 people would have a chance to see his masterpiece.
I started to wonder what shape the art community would be in if artists only created when they were paid?
How many pictures were painted, sculptures erected, photos taken would there be in the world?
I’ve dished out quite a few pictures just to have people take a look at them. I’m proud of my pictures and like getting them out to as many people as possible.
I guess after a while I’ll get cocky and believe I should be paid for everything that is printed with my name on the bottom corner. The extra income would be nice.
Until then, I’ll just give away my sports photography and hope people enjoy it.


Side note: Dark Water sucks. I haven’t seen movie that boring in a long time. I almost turned the video off, but was waiting for something cool to happen. It never did. Stay away from it. I hope I saved a few people a couple hour of their life.

1.05.2006

Christmas memory

I’m sprawled on the couch, wearing some pyjamas pants, watching football and sipping on a Pepsi.
Pepsi rules!
The game is 24-20 between two division rivals. The Giants versus the Cowboys. One team will make the playoffs the other’s season will end.
Other than the sounds of the match and my occasional yelping, the house is quiet. It’s peaceful and relaxing. Life doesn’t get much better.
Then the door opens. The parents are home. They start clashing around. I try to drown the noise out by turning up the television. It doesn’t work.
Then Jim sits down on my feet. I guess the empty loveseast wasn’t good enough. He grabs the remote and clicks the guide button.
My jaw drops in shock. Am I invisible? Does he not notice that I’m there watching the program on the television?
I guess not. I’m going to have to get his attention, so I wiggle my feet out from underneath him, stand up and give him a soccer-style boot to the face.
His head snaps back and a stream of blood floats up into the air.
He straightens his neck, wipes the blood from his lips and lunges shoulder first into my legs.
My knees buckle and I’m on the ground. He’s got my arms pinned to the soft carpet.
I’m taking punch after punch to the face. I finally give up. Damn I’m a sissy. The remote is his.
Game over.

1.03.2006

2005 is gone.

It’s 2006. Did 2005 ever end with some good times. I remember most of the evening, but some things are a little fuzzy.
It started out with the long trip to the big city of Saskatoon. The roads were crap and it was slow going.
We arrived at cousin Darcy’s house and watched the first period of the Canada/US junior hockey game. We killed them.
Anyway, we ate dinner at the Blue Diamond. It was packed. Everyone was out for their last meal of 2005.
I had the steak sandwich with caesar and a stuffed potato. Good food, but there wasn’t a good looking waitress in the building. I was a little disappointed.
Then it was beers and the last half period of the hockey game. I downed half a case of Heineken before heading off to the bar.
Jax it was called. The place was packed with every age imaginable.
Me and my friends situated ourselves by the pool table and challenged the pool players.
I didn’t play any, so I was in charge of grabbing the drinks. There was a deal, with every double you got a free flashlight. I ended up with quite a few.
I ended up talking with a bunch of people. I don’t remember any names thought.
The shooter girl was hot and she became my best friend that evening. By the end of the night we were just hanging out chit chatting.
At one point, I must have gotten lost because I was on the far side of the bar sitting with a table of girls. They were really giggly and super drunk. I ended up leaving to grab drinks and never made it back.
There was a guy from Vancouver trying to find his brother. He was all drugged up. He ended up getting kicked out and beat up.
Then there was a fat native lady who said I was cute and bought me couple drinks. She ended up leaving when her friend was kicked out. I didn’t mind. She was ugly.
I also met some native guy. He was cool. He liked hockey.
It started getting a little hazy near the end. They wouldn’t give me anymore beer. I thought they were being dicks and cut me off, but last call was over.
I don’t remember heading home. I do remember waking up on the couch I was supposed to in my blanket.
I ended up with the shooter girl’s number, but there’s no name on the piece of paper. Damn.
Well, that’s how 2005 ended and 2006 began for me. It was a lot of fun.
I don’t really have any new year’s resolutions. I’m thinking about curing cancer or being the first man on Mars, but we’ll have to see I didn't fight a great white like I wanted to all last year.