1/29/2004 08:43:00 AM|W|P|Mike|W|P|hehe... I love calgary, I'm listening to the news, and it's full of small-time criminals that are trying really hard to be just like big-city criminals. Like this guy who's been trying to plant pipe-bombs in people's cars for the past week, but they're so shitty that all they do is knock the car's bumper's off.... and then there's a gang of people, 3 guys and a girl, who've been going into bars at closing with masks and baseball bats and tying up the bar staff, but only getting away with a few bucks because they show up after the nightly deposit's been done, or they believe the waitress when she lies and tells them there's no money in the cash. They've done it, like, three times now. Hehehe... and the inspector who's always doing press interviews about these, his name is "Inspector Bailey", and he is such the typical little french detective.... hahaha! I love this town... I think the criminals watch way too much TV, though! Sometimes I think I live in toon town.
|W|P|107539099154384751|W|P||W|P|1/26/2004 04:00:00 PM|W|P|Mike|W|P|I never thought I'd be happy to see snow! We got about 4 inches yesterday, and it's really nice. Part of the incentive for moving here was that the winters were really mild, but I've decided that I'd much rather have snow and cold than the horrible rainy grey days we've been having so far. Calgary has been one big grey mushy mess until now, so I'm actually happy to see snow. (you might have to remind me I said that in a week or so, though!).
Mike and I actually found some culture out here the other day. For Christmas, the sweetie bought me tickets to a show by the Calgary Philharmonic Orchestra, featuring Dee Daniels. It was awesome. The CPO is actually world-renowned, and a very exciting show to see. And if you've never heard Dee Daniels sing, you're missing something wonderful. She's a jazz singer from Vancouver, and has preformed with many big names, even for the Queen of England. All I can say is she's amazing to hear, and you should seek her out.
It's -30 degrees celsius in Calgary at 4:00, and this is Rose, signing out. |W|P|107515804407444415|W|P||W|P|1/20/2004 09:32:00 PM|W|P|Mike|W|P|OMG. The Crystal Method is coming to Calgary. OMG...|W|P|107465955408113303|W|P||W|P|1/20/2004 08:45:00 PM|W|P|Mike|W|P|And now kiddies, time for the exciting conclusion to last post's mind-bending question extrordinaire: Did Mike spend the night sober?! Well, yeah, sure. I think that Rose and I spent one of the most 'domestic' nights ever: doing laundry and watching movies. Oh, and if you haven't seen 'My Blue Heaven' yet, do so right now. It's hilariously awsome, and very 1990's.
But basically I crashed. Didn't drink (OK, maybe 1 beer) and then crawled into bed at 21.30. I woke up at 6.30 feeling like a zillion dollars. It felt great.
Nothing too much tonight, just updating the media list mainly.
CYODFS.|W|P|107465674285430678|W|P||W|P|1/19/2004 04:41:00 PM|W|P|Mike|W|P|I asked Sonia, my co-worker today if it's a bad sign that I'm very much looking forwad to spending tonight sober. She confrimed that it was in fact, a very bad sign. I'm beginning to think that she was right. 'Just once', I remember thinking last night, 'I'd like to go to work refreshed, awake, and not hung-over'. Oh well, c'est la vie as they say.
There was a moment of panic at the office today. Ususally we function very well with a group of 4. We can function adequately on 3. Trying to do it with only 2 proved to be somewhat challenging today. That, and to boot our system, piece of crap that it is, wasn't working.
I hate Mondays. I hate being half-staffed. I hate crappy, ill-designed, lazy, and bloated systems. I hate working hung-over. I miss my bed.
Yeah, I REALLY hate Mondays.
CYODFS|W|P|107455655520565482|W|P||W|P|1/18/2004 01:51:00 AM|W|P|Mike|W|P|Well, congrats to Droo for hosting a very excellent party tonight! We got together at his place and, amid fire and rum, had a very much most excellent time! There is a very important discovery I would like to report: sadly, Bawls doesn't go very well with rum. Not very well at all. Batri suggested vodka, but I'd venture a guess that it goes even worse.
I have to keep this one short, but props have to be sent out to DJFreq for his mix, '4 gin and tonics and a pile of tunes'. It's been in my CD player for about, oh, 4 months now, and just keeps getting better. Way to go! It's a collection of some of the best house you'll ever hear, and if anyone wants either a copy or a history of it, just drop me a note and I'll hook ya up.
Anyhoo, time to crash, the guarana is wearing off. :(
CYODFS.|W|P|107441587048847192|W|P||W|P|1/17/2004 10:44:00 AM|W|P|Mike|W|P|audio post powered by audblog|W|P|107436146306179273|W|P||W|P|1/14/2004 03:34:00 PM|W|P|Mike|W|P|So something really odd happened to me today during my belated lunch hour. I was wandering, pointlessly, when I was walking past a skanky-store called Dynamyte. I call it skanky only because the three hoochies behind the counter looked like, collectively, the worst case of ghonno-herpa-syphi-litis that I have ever seen. Boobs hangin' out like a pinata, lipstick covering the herpes, and hair that looks like it has been through a German porno.
What drew me into this den of obvious moral degradation was the music. As I was walking by, I heard a divine baseline. It was calling me into the store. I *had* to know what it was.
So I walked up to one of the Over-The-Counter-Hoochies and ask, "I'm sorry, this is a weird question, but what disc is playing right now?" To which she (Skank 1) gave me a look of utter confusion that could only be rivaled by a cow looking at the sledgehammer right before it smacks it between the eyes. After about 10 seconds, Skanky McSkankerson (Skank 2), obviously drunk (or just inbred, this is Alberta after all) comes up and "This is Britney Spears!!" in a tone that hides neither contempt nor harm. She was honestly surprised, and even offended, that I didn't know that Britney "I'm the Sluttiest Virgin on the Planet" Spears was playing.
Then the weird thing happened: McSkankerson leans over the counter, with her acne-potmarked cleavage, looking like the future Mars landing site, practically hanging out, and says "Do you like it?"
Now, I hate Britney Spears. With a passion. If you gave me the option of living debt-free for the rest of my life or being able to bitch-slap that child-corrupting media whore back to the stone age, I'd get out the Ace bandage and start-a-slapin'. Really, I would. So I responded the only way I could think of: conjuring up all the hate, fear, and general anger that I have been holding in all day at work, I put on the most suprised/offended/are-you-a-complete-retard-? look on my face and reply "No, I don't listen to crap."
Then as I left, I could feel their eyes on my back as I walked away. I was instantly feeling better about being me.
Hmmm... do I detect just a *hint* of pent-up emotion in regards to this subject? Holy pop-star, batman! I guess I should take that sexy outfit I bought for tonight back to the store!|W|P|107412037972333446|W|P||W|P|1/13/2004 03:24:00 PM|W|P|Mike|W|P|Rose says:
The other night Mike and I went pub-exploring and came up with some fairly fun spots! We've been depressed by the fact that we hadn't found a good place to hang out that wasn't a 20-minute drive away. I guess it just takes a little looking (thanks to Serena, who made me a list of places to try).
We started at the Elephant and Castle, which is downtown, under a big shopping mall. Although it's big, it still pulls off being quaint. I do find it strange to walk into the old-english style pubs around here and not be greeted by a cloud of cigarette smoke, though.
After a drink or two, we walked the 10 blocks home along 8th avenue. It was cold. We decided we needed a little liquid warmth on the way. We stopped in at the Flying Emu, an Australian joint that serves domestic beer at $7 a pint... despite this fact, we enjoyed playing pool and making fun of all the hip old men. Hurray for drunken people-watching!!
I've decided that having a nice, safe pub to hang out in is one of the important things in life, and may affect my next choice of places to live. |W|P|107403265193726523|W|P||W|P|1/12/2004 01:02:00 PM|W|P|Mike|W|P|So, the system is down at work right now, so I've decided that now is as good a time as any to do some blogging.
Last night I had a very scary experience: I realized that I had lost a day. At 1 AM, corked, I was thkinking to myself "I'm really happy that it's Sunday tomorrow" only to be told that it's Sunday today, and that I had to go to work today. That made me cry. After spending all afternoon and evening working on Prometheus, (not the Titan, but the name I've given my computer) I was really looking forward to a few hours of fiddlin'. The reason for so much work: There was a bad sector in the MBR and since I don't have a floppy, Chris and I went to UofC to fdisk and repair it. Translation: really important thing really damaged.
I just got news that this arrived. Holy fast BatMan, it was only ordered Thursday! Hopefully it will dramatically reduce the decible level of my computer, hence making movie-watching an enjoyable experience again! And when it is coupled with this, hopefully Prometheus will be running nice a smooth, and silent as a gentle breeze.
Well, I think I'll try and do something productive. All though I don't know how, really...
CYODFS|W|P|107393772182045299|W|P||W|P|1/08/2004 11:02:00 AM|W|P|Mike|W|P|And let's not forget the charming way the locals here show affection for you: by revving their broken-down rusted out shit boxes and flashing their high beams. Oh! And the homeless people who panhandle...I love them...the charming way they smell like Scope, the affectionate way they stalk you until you give them change. we love this city...really, we do.|W|P|107358527833248490|W|P||W|P|1/08/2004 09:12:00 AM|W|P|Mike|W|P|Rose says:
When we first settled in out here, my sister sent me a very kind, caring card with a little advice included. "Never trust anyone who's belt buckle is bigger than his brain". I laughed at the time. Little did I know...
Recently, I've observed several unique events which have made me realize what a truely *special* place Calgary is. (Details may have been altered):
a.) The other night, while enjoying a refreshing beverage at a fine local establishment, we noticed a group of excited individuals gathering around one end of the bar and cheering. There was a competition taking place. Between the woman opening bottles with her teeth, and the gentleman opening them with his 6-inch, bull-shaped belt buckle. I felt privileged.
b.) When leaving the corner store the other night, I was forced to skirt around a beautiful specimen of a car which had squealed to a stop right in front of the steps. The late-80's firebird type car was revving it's engine impatiently, which caused me to admire the spray-painted pink racing stripes on the side, cleverly camouflaging a strip of rust. The clean-shaven, nice-looking young man in the driver's seat was calmly sipping a beer while waiting for his lady friend inside. I was touched.
c.) While walking down the street yesterday, I noticed an individual sitting in a wheelchair on the sidewalk with a few coins in a hat in front of him. I also noticed the (again) clean-shaven, nice-looking young man who walked up to him, asked him if he would like a beer, pull one from his jacket pocket and hand it to him. I thought that was a nice gesture. If I'd had a beer in my purse, I would have offered him one, too.
These are true stories, I shit you not. But, before anyone gets too angry at me, I know that these scenarios could take place anywhere. I don't mean to be catty. I'm just amused. |W|P|107357834160259891|W|P||W|P|1/02/2004 01:23:00 PM|W|P|Mike|W|P|Sorry for the previous posting, but it was New Years and I was drunk, and I felt that someone needed to know that.
First things first: DJFreq, I love your page dedicated to (Lt.). I was busting a gut reading it. Everyone should go and read that right now.
So for New Year's Eve Rose and I decided to see LOTR:ROTK. It was even better the second time. I have to agree with Freq's critique of it: the ridsers from Rohan showing up, and the fear showing in the eyes of the Orcs, was awsome. Moving. Momentous. Braveheart-esque.
I found the part when chickie-girl takes off her helmet and states "I am no man!" to be more than a little on the cheesy side. That's not Jackson's fault, however. The Wraith-General should have been brought down in a battle with Gandalf, like everyone was expecting, not on a mere technicality.
But other than that, I really, REALLY enjoyed this film.
So, guess what? Anyone who knows my track record with Christmas will know that last year, the flu got me just as we were leaving New York City. Well, it caught up with me in New Brunswick. Big time. Again, in a mini-van. When I called homew to let them know this, it was too much. I could hear my sister, loving and caring human being that she is, laughing hysterically in the background, while my own mother could barely contain the laughter in her own voice. Not that I blame them.
But it got really sad when Rose caught it on Christmas Eve. That hurt, since she missed her father's sermon at midnight mass. I really feel bad for her. But we got better and had a great trip. I made out like a bandit at FutureShop: a small, cheap digital camera for 60$, 2 DVD's for 35$, and a 160 Gb hard drive for 200$ minus 70 $USD mail in rebate. Yeah, Mike's happy.
But right now it's lunch time, so I'll write more later.
CYODFS.|W|P|107307503974101931|W|P||W|P|1/01/2004 02:39:00 AM|W|P|Mike|W|P|Happy new year. I'm drunk. :)|W|P|107295001087039756|W|P||W|P|