I would like to boldly a Edmonton Comeback Saturday night to tie the series at 3 games each.
Also, the Roughriders will blow the BC Kitties away tonight with some Offence not seen since in Saskatchewan for nearly 7 years.
Enjoy your weekend folks!
Friday, June 16, 2006
Is it beer time yet?
Man sometimes I amaze myself with my wordiness, especially when I know nothing of a subject.
The concersation was like this:
"I was going to ask you something."
JIM:"was it about the advantage of pressed cardboard versus corrugated?"
"No but of course I want to hear your opinion."
Jim:
"I find the overall strength of corrugated cardboard is far superior to that of pressed cardboard. Though pressed cardboard has its advantage, it is not in manageability or cost effectiveness, in fact, a 12 gauge corrugated box uses less material for a superior strength.
Pressed cardboard has its own specialized applications, mostly for cost effectiveness and space management when a high degree of strength is not mandatory.
Overall both productions serve their purposes successfully therefore I conclude that their comparable qualities are best left for specific comparison rather than a droning ramble on a Friday afternoon."
Can you believe I've never worked in a box factory? Or read about cardboard manufacturing? Only if you have. Somehow I continue to amaze my self with my proficiency at Bullhooey.
The concersation was like this:
"I was going to ask you something."
JIM:"was it about the advantage of pressed cardboard versus corrugated?"
"No but of course I want to hear your opinion."
Jim:
"I find the overall strength of corrugated cardboard is far superior to that of pressed cardboard. Though pressed cardboard has its advantage, it is not in manageability or cost effectiveness, in fact, a 12 gauge corrugated box uses less material for a superior strength.
Pressed cardboard has its own specialized applications, mostly for cost effectiveness and space management when a high degree of strength is not mandatory.
Overall both productions serve their purposes successfully therefore I conclude that their comparable qualities are best left for specific comparison rather than a droning ramble on a Friday afternoon."
Can you believe I've never worked in a box factory? Or read about cardboard manufacturing? Only if you have. Somehow I continue to amaze my self with my proficiency at Bullhooey.
Let me tell you...
Even through the thorniest of times, I cling to the fondest memories that developed from them.
I remember the fury that stemmed from a sibling harmed. To this day, none has earned the right to exact contempt (for any flouting) on my family.
When I went through the horror of losing my best friend, my brother who had experienced the same thing years before was my support. I remember vividly the moments leading up to the news and the moments after, I remember how good it felt to have a friend who was my brother.
When I went through the dreadfulness of responding to an accident that saw some people very close to me and my family depart this life, I remember being the same person as there had been for me for the one who needed it most. I recollect the way we bonded in a way that most people will never have the prospect to experience.
When I went through the many failures of my life, it was these people who were there to support and love me unconditionally, and optimistically look ahead to what I could accomplish and know that all of the success in my life, somehow stemmed from their guidance.
But the thing I remember clearest of all the things in my life, was when my own personal injury (stay with me here it was an actual physical injury) saw both my parents in a capacity that no parent ever anticipates. I recall the look on their face when they saw me immediately after the incident; one, the look of horror that their baby had been hurt, like the mother of a newborn after baby’s first fall. And the other; the calm collected look of reassurance that nothing could be so bad that you ever gave up. I remember to this day the sight of the headlights following the ambulance 300 kilometres to the hospital where I would undergo 8 hours of surgery. I know not a wink of sleep was had that night.
I know that this is uncharacteristically “un-funny” but some things just have to be put to paper. Besides, not everything is a joke.
This is less of a Father’s day tribute and more of a family tribute. I have a great life and I couldn’t have asked for better.
Told you I can write more than dick and fart jokes.
I remember the fury that stemmed from a sibling harmed. To this day, none has earned the right to exact contempt (for any flouting) on my family.
When I went through the horror of losing my best friend, my brother who had experienced the same thing years before was my support. I remember vividly the moments leading up to the news and the moments after, I remember how good it felt to have a friend who was my brother.
When I went through the dreadfulness of responding to an accident that saw some people very close to me and my family depart this life, I remember being the same person as there had been for me for the one who needed it most. I recollect the way we bonded in a way that most people will never have the prospect to experience.
When I went through the many failures of my life, it was these people who were there to support and love me unconditionally, and optimistically look ahead to what I could accomplish and know that all of the success in my life, somehow stemmed from their guidance.
But the thing I remember clearest of all the things in my life, was when my own personal injury (stay with me here it was an actual physical injury) saw both my parents in a capacity that no parent ever anticipates. I recall the look on their face when they saw me immediately after the incident; one, the look of horror that their baby had been hurt, like the mother of a newborn after baby’s first fall. And the other; the calm collected look of reassurance that nothing could be so bad that you ever gave up. I remember to this day the sight of the headlights following the ambulance 300 kilometres to the hospital where I would undergo 8 hours of surgery. I know not a wink of sleep was had that night.
I know that this is uncharacteristically “un-funny” but some things just have to be put to paper. Besides, not everything is a joke.
This is less of a Father’s day tribute and more of a family tribute. I have a great life and I couldn’t have asked for better.
Told you I can write more than dick and fart jokes.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Great Caesar's Toga!
Is it just me or is everything way overpriced?
I bought a 3 piece BBQ set over the weekend and paid 20 bucks, then got a grill brush, some kebab skewers and it ran me well over 35. Then I go to a liquidation place and it had a set (complete with all of that stuff) for 15 bucks... I am not a savvy shopper.
I don't buy gas, but let me tell you if I did I'd whine about it too! Over a dollar per litre is the norm (more than 4.00/gallon my US friends). Now and anytime we are graced with 95 cent/litre fuel a collective sigh rises towards the heavens...Thank god it's not 1.05 anymore!
Are you people crazy? A year ago 75 cents was barely acceptable, we actually cruised around the 60's for a while, then wham, 85 cents a litre - then people were pissed, so it went up more -90 cents... then down it came to rest at 75, whew what a relief, it's the same pattern each time, make people comfortable with the gouging by overcharging way too much then dropping it at a hike that's still noticeable, like people didn't notice the ten cent hike that will never subside..."but at least it ain't a buck!", Well guess what? It's about an average of over a dollar and you're all getting screwed!
Man am I glad I decided to be smart and earth concious - you know protect the environment and drive my bicycle around - yeah that's what I did...
I bought a 3 piece BBQ set over the weekend and paid 20 bucks, then got a grill brush, some kebab skewers and it ran me well over 35. Then I go to a liquidation place and it had a set (complete with all of that stuff) for 15 bucks... I am not a savvy shopper.
I don't buy gas, but let me tell you if I did I'd whine about it too! Over a dollar per litre is the norm (more than 4.00/gallon my US friends). Now and anytime we are graced with 95 cent/litre fuel a collective sigh rises towards the heavens...Thank god it's not 1.05 anymore!
Are you people crazy? A year ago 75 cents was barely acceptable, we actually cruised around the 60's for a while, then wham, 85 cents a litre - then people were pissed, so it went up more -90 cents... then down it came to rest at 75, whew what a relief, it's the same pattern each time, make people comfortable with the gouging by overcharging way too much then dropping it at a hike that's still noticeable, like people didn't notice the ten cent hike that will never subside..."but at least it ain't a buck!", Well guess what? It's about an average of over a dollar and you're all getting screwed!
Man am I glad I decided to be smart and earth concious - you know protect the environment and drive my bicycle around - yeah that's what I did...
Saturday, June 03, 2006
Get off my planet
The disease that had run rampant through the United States, had at last conquered the further reaches of the planet. The Malady did not discriminate on gender, language or class. It was a whisper in your ear everywhere you went and at times it was a strident violation of your intellect and graciousness. Let this day forever mark the end of Oversized glasses because Jay Manuel said so. Besides they look ridiculous.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Idiots
I want to put a shock collar on certain people in this world, you know the kind that comes with a long range remote for behaviour training dogs. I could make everyone behave to my liking. And if they didn’t? ZZZZAPPO. Littering? Zap. Loitering? Zap. Talking loud? Zap. Talking too soft? Zap. Driving slowly? Zap.
I could arrange a whole series for attitude adjustments like for deadbeat parents: The collar would detect poor parenting in its early stages and shock the pectoral, shoulder and bicep muscle in unison causing them to contract and slap the offenders face as often as it takes to correct their behaviour.
Men who abuse their spouses would be perfectly matched for the “Blinky 2k7” at the first sign of aggression this little darling will both deliver an electrical shock to the anus while a small hydraulic “clapper” would compress the genitals until the aggression subsides.
Nobel prize here I come!! Just remember you saw them here first! Patent pending.
I could arrange a whole series for attitude adjustments like for deadbeat parents: The collar would detect poor parenting in its early stages and shock the pectoral, shoulder and bicep muscle in unison causing them to contract and slap the offenders face as often as it takes to correct their behaviour.
Men who abuse their spouses would be perfectly matched for the “Blinky 2k7” at the first sign of aggression this little darling will both deliver an electrical shock to the anus while a small hydraulic “clapper” would compress the genitals until the aggression subsides.
Nobel prize here I come!! Just remember you saw them here first! Patent pending.
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