ooooooooooh.

c'mon! c'mon! teach them to kill!
we're tantalizingly close to things going horribly wrong.
ooh! ooh! maybe some good samaritan type scientists will have them innoculate people in africa. they can do it in no time, for low cost, etc etc...also, they can evolve and create a race of zombies!

http://www.dailytech.com/Robots+Swarms+Learn+to+Communicate+On+Their+Own/article6242.htm

tomorrow promises to be a big bouquet of poison ivy

gonna be a long day, at the least, and chock full o'peril.
i am pretty sure i can steer a true course, but i long for it to be done just the same.

last night was very nice.

today? hehe. we shall see, old boy.

Hhhhurgh!

All work and no play makes Carlo want to kill peons.
All work and no play makes Carlo want to kill peons.
All work and no play makes Carlo want to kill peons.
All work and no play makes Carlo want to kill peons.
All work and no play makes Carlo want to kill peons.
All work and no play makes Carlo want to kill peons.
All work and no play makes Carlo want to kill peons.
All work and no play makes Carlo want to kill peons.
All work and no play makes Carlo want to kill peons.
All work and no play makes Carlo want to kill peons.
All work and no play makes Carlo want to kill peons.
All work and no play makes Carlo want to kill peons.
All work and no play makes Carlo want to kill peons.
All work and no play makes Carlo want to kill peons.
All work and no play makes Carlo want to kill peons.
All work and no play makes Carlo want to kill peons.
All work and no play makes Carlo want to kill peons.
All work and no play makes Carlo want to kill peons.
All work and no play makes Carlo want to kill peons.
All work and no play makes Carlo want to kill peons.
All work and no play makes Carlo want to kill peons.
All work and no play makes Carlo want to kill peons.

fun fun fun!

now THAT was a good weekend. late late late night videogames on friday, the highlights of which are cfoo's first punch knockdown of me, and the epic 8 round brawl between arturo gatti and floyd patterson (neat bizarro-world fight.)

saturday, just chillin'.

sunday, hunting/fishing show (paying to get into a trade show is HI-larious, imho).

etc etc...

those who know me surely understand.

on the back of the box i'm currently holding.

You are Frank West.
A hard-edged photojournalist
hellbent on investigating
the mystery at Willamette Mall.

It's swarming with Zombies.

You have 72 hours.

ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING IS A WEAPON!

i am so happy i could hug the world. well, at least suspend the painful executions for a day. okay, an hour.

this is odd

day 3. still feel like i took 2 sleeping pills this morning. ugh.

on another note, creative lyrics ROCK!

I'm an evil man
I'm oh so evil
And also into cats.
Also into caaaaaaaaats.

:)

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

oops

i meant the hurricanes won the cup...

in other news, i've got the bloody golf fever again. i thought i kicked that habit outright last year through combined effort and complete failure on the course. i figured my once competent swing was gone for good, buried under too much scar tissue and bad habit. well, erm, yesterday at the golf shop (i went basically to hang out with my dad away from the office for an hour or so), i hit a few into one of those snazzy new simulator screens with a fancy new club, and Whoops! the swing is back.

:)

now i'm chomping at the bit to get back to the course and tear it a new one. oh, and i have to bring my friend marcmarcmarc and mr. newton over to the range to practice.

oops

i meant the hurricanes won the cup...

in other news, i've got the bloody golf fever again. i thought i kicked that habit outright last year through combined effort and complete failure on the course. i figured my once competent swing was gone for good, buried under too much scar tissue and bad habit. well, erm, yesterday at the golf shop (i went basically to hang out with my dad away from the office for an hour or so), i hit a few into one of those snazzy new simulator screens with a fancy new club, and Whoops! the swing is back.

:)

now i'm chomping at the bit to get back to the course and tear it a new one. oh, and i have to bring my friend marcmarcmarc and mr. newton over to the range to practice.

that was a really entertaining show

there was no angst or repressed pain anywhere to be found. instead, there were 5 talented musicians having fun and doing their best to keep the crowd entertained. they are freaking hilarious, incidentally. the improvised montreal rap, accompanied by Funk Banjo(tm) and Accordion was a jewel.

they didn't play Yoko Ono or Box Set, unfortunately, but every other tune was hit. the only weak point, if that, was the opening "...k I don't make films, but if i did they'd have a samurai..." song, which i can clearly imagine is nigh impossible to perform live anyway. the timing and tempo are brutal.

on another note, i heard some hockey scores on the radio this morning.

carolina, tampa bay, phoenix, san jose...see anything wrong with this picture? no? WTF is hockey doing in these towns? the bloody panthers won the cup last year, and they have fucking two for one free lobster nights to get fat greasy heart disease-y southern american butts in the seats!!!
stop diluting the already limited talent pool by putting teams in areas where they never see ice, have no youth hockey leagues, and can't fucking spell hockey anyway!

carry on.

huh.

so the car crosses the finish line ON ITS ROOF WHILE ON FIRE. then, it flips back on its tires and the driver gets out.
still don't like Nascar?

on another note, Ali's good friend has invited us to the Barenaked Ladies concert tonight. looking forward to it. i rather like that band.

okay. new week, same morons. to quote my favourite boxing referee (Judge Mills Lane, fyi), Let's get it on!

will wonders never cease...

i've taken a foray down ebay land, and bagged me a couple of xbox games. saved a good amount of cash, which is always nice, and subject cash will be used to further toughen up my liver tonight.

i'm Captain Lethargic today. it'll be interesting to see just how much i manage to accomplish. there are Important Corporate Things to do, of course, which, of course, are of critical value to the universe itself. everyone knows these things, right? those important and stressful thingies one must go through, believing with all certainty that life as we know it cannot go on without their completion.

oh, watched Devil Wears Prada last night. Meryl is fantastic, the Giant Eyes and Lips lady was stealing Drew Barrymore's mojo all night (Hathaway? Hallaway? Forgotten in Three Years?), but the script was written by 50 monkeys. Hail to thee, accepted convention! Huzzah! We shall worship thee with time honored and wagon-wheel-rutted tradition.

To be honest, or as my friend PG Wodehouse would say, To b. h., it was a good time (g. time), and if you have 2 hours to blow in the near future, are in a videostore and wondering what to get, pick this up. if nothing else, you get to see stanley tucci pract. his craft.

when the hell are you coming up here, Al?

nice weather today!

This is what the germans must have felt like outside Moscow in the winter of 1941.
ye gads!

tonight, we go dump large amounts of money into those rrsp thingies.
tomorrow night, there will be some imbibing of pints. and maybe, just maybe, they will be those honey beer thingies. damn, they're tasty!

it's snowing! :)

looks really nice out. i wish i could head downtown for a nice romp.
meh, can't have everything. tonight, however, we'll have a good time.
ali's going to bake Cfoo a cake for his birthday, since she felt bad after finding out we didn't really do anything for him, and so forth. the cake will probably be something in a cheese... she's so sweet, that gal o'mine!

i've a confession to make.

um, er, ah, uh, i really really like that honey beer they brew over at Brutopia. this is bad for two reasons. the first being that Brutopia is right next door to Hurley's, which means that i've headed down to that sacred section of crescent street and NOT taken the opportunity to imbibe a guiness. this segues (sp?) nicely to the second reason, which is that out of the 453,789 pints left in my lifetime, two have been taken up by non-guiness.
but it sure is tasty! oh, and *whisper* the jameson actually tasted better there. *ducks*


on another note:
http://edition.cnn.com/2007/US/01/31/boston.bombscare/index.html

un-fucking-believable. people are "outraged" and "incensed" about a fucking ad campaign that they misinterpreted. for crying out loud. this would have been a great opportunity to voice publicly the consequences of terrorism and the loss of humour/joi de vivre therein. instead, it became an 'us vs them', 'us' being the retarded grey suited american scum government types, and 'them' being the slightly too avant-garde for their own good failed film student cum marketing guru types.

lighten up, planet earth. oh, and fucking STUDY HISTORY. you'll realize these conflicts are nothing new whatsoever, and all our genious solutions have already been attempted. learn what didn't work, and come up with something new, you fucking morons.

john wayne is the man.

watched True Grit yesterday (i've been on the lookout for this flick for a year, and finally found it at Chapters of all places), the conclusion to a very very nice weekend. i could wax neverendingly on the awesomeness that is the Duke, but methinks the words would not be appreciated by most of y'all.

somehow, i think the part of me that adores john wayne movies is the same part that likes the clothes i buy and the music i listen to. the part of me, coincidentally, is seemingly either completely misunderstood or completely disapproved of by most of the teeming masses.

tonight, we watch either Withnail & I or the mighty Das Boot. gosh, i love PVRs. they are awesome, but they are turning me and Ali into a couple of movie-aholics.

i like xbox

playing games on it is really entertaining. i can start it up, shoot or race or beat something up for half an hour, and then turn it off. oh, and when you're watching the game on a 40" screen, it's particularly pleasant.

one more sleep till ali gets home. :)
which means i'll finally get a goot night's rest.
hope she's not too blue when she gets here...

ruh roh, shaggy

i smell trouble in the air. i think the boss has gone far too long without a tirade (seeing as how he was on vacation for a while), and i believe he's building up for a nice one today.
*sigh*
3 more days till Ali comes back. she's going to be a little skittish upon her return, as it's always extremely difficult for her to leave her family, so wear kid gloves, folks.

i am teh coldzors

today. damn, the weather is irritating this week. i swear i saw a frozen tauntaun in a field this morning.

today, i've got to drive over to lachute in order to settle an outstanding corporate legal issue. going to be very nice to put that one to bed, methinks.

au au au

ali even writes with an accent. that's supposed to be "ow ow ow". y'know, like when something hurts?

anyhow, i woke up with an irritating background hum of a headache, which has all the promise and potential to become a full blown headache today. man, i so could use a massage right now.

too much information?

how do i hate thee? let me count the ways.

dear rex grossman,

if you can't handle the pressures inherent with the position of starting quarterback, and are merely in it for the money, you must realize a few fundamental truths. your performance will almost guarantee you won't see another contract as lucrative as the one you currently have. therefore, you have nothing to lose financially by simply stepping aside to the backup position and letting a real player helm the team.

two seasons of this crap from you is enough, i think. all the bears really need is someone who can reliable nail his safeties 4-12 yards away from him in order to allow the running game to grind home 3 yards at a time. that's how it's done in chicago, you pathetic spineless wonder.

fuck you very much,
Carlo

i HATE computers

they work one day, and then the next, random things are disabled, error-filled, or just messed up.
in the old days, i would believe that i must have 'done something' or 'changed something', but in this case, i am 100% stake-my-life-on-it positive i freaking did NOTHING, and yet certain random websites in my morning commute aren't coming up, and our company website, which i was unable to access from this fucking computer, is now coming up...

i hate these fucking things. 2,500$ inefficient gaming machines/typewriters that go obsolete faster than a carton of milk behind the radiator.