Tuesday, November 30, 2004

- and that bitch anne murray too -

Following a nationwide contest, Tommy Douglas was voted the Greatest Canadian of all time. Incidentally, he's the only person in the top 10 that I have never heard of. (In my defense, I didn't take any Social Studies classes in Grade 12.)

Other notables in the top 100:

• #4: Sir Frederick Banting (after whom Grace's Jr. High was named). Dr. Charles Best (after whom my Jr. High was named) is #77. Ouch. Emily Carr (after whom Hannah's College was named) comes in at #85.
• #5: David Suzuki. The only Asian-Canadian to make the list.
• #10: Wayne Gretzky. Hmmm, I would've expected him to crack the top 5 at least? He's not even the highest hockey person on the list (that honor belongs to Don Cherry at #7).
• #40: Avril Lavigne. What? Did CBC allow tweeners to vote? I've never been so ashamed to be Canadian.
• Glaring omissions: Paul Shaffer, Keanu Reeves, Alex Trebek.
• Glaring omissions (for real): Peter Jennings, David Cronenberg, Gord Downie, Atom Egoyan.

Thursday, November 25, 2004

- homage to djmrswhite -

When I'm getting serious about a girl, I show her Rio Bravo and she better fucking like it.

- Quentin Tarantino

Tuesday, November 23, 2004

- it's oh so quiet -

Some random ramblings:

• Hannah and Christian each bought a cool toy (which they incessantly bragged about during my visit) and now I'm in a majorly spendy mood. I think I'll stick with my FM10 for now, but I'm definitely getting a BenQ.
• Netflix finally put the search bar back in the Queue page, but then took away the star rating java script widget. What kind of an idiot runs their usability team?
• I had forgotten how expensive alcohol is. Since when does a margarita cost 8 bucks? Good grief.
• Why does Kathy Griffin still have a career?
• My new favorite Capitol Hill restaurant: Crave. Very good (though not great) comfort food. And one of the waitresses told me I have "very pretty features." Tee-hee.
• My new favorite Vancouver restaurant: Wabi Sabi. A nice mix of a sushi bar and an izakaya. Think Wasabi Bistro, but much better and cheaper.
• Perl lesson of the week: Don't define a subroutine inside a subroutine. Doh.
• Just when did clipping fingernails in public become an socially acceptable behavior? I hope some rats eat up the stray nail clippings of these disgusting, inconsiderate excuse of human beings and steal their identities (it's an obscure reference to a Korean fairytale).
• Not that it's a big revelation, but my God, Ron Artest is a moron! He needs to fire his publicist. Still pretty excited about the game on Sunday though (albeit for a completely different, non-basketball-related reason). Will Reggie be back by then?

Friday, November 19, 2004

- felony melanie -

Ran into Craig at Rudy's last night:

Craig: Dude, I haven't seen you in ages!
Me: I know -- it's been over a year?
Craig: Yeah, the last time I saw you was when I had dinner with you and Shane. Then Shane went to jail, then I went to jail... Boy, that was a crazy year.

Thursday, November 18, 2004

- geek joke du jour -

This actually happened today during a meeting/demo:

Dash: How do I do a string search in vi?
Everyone: Slash.
Brett: Colon, q, bang, emacs.

Thursday, November 18, 2004

- 'scuse me while i kiss this guy (again) -

Over-rated is my favorite track off of Chariot although that line "let me feel you come" had always made me cringe a little. Well, I just realized yesterday that it's actually "let me fill your cup." Oops. I guess the following line ("I can really pour it out") makes more sense now too (and is much less gross -- or is it?). Yeah, I'm an idiot.

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

- ladies love cool james -

I'm totally going to fly to New York and continually injure myself.

- Cool James' response to the news that David Lee Roth is training to become a paramedic

Saturday, November 13, 2004

- i'm not drinking any fucking merlot -

My new favorite phrase: drink & dial.

Friday, November 12, 2004

- yeah, she said it -

Last night's Wanda Sykes show was a bit of a letdown even though I laughed my ass off for good 80% of the times. The show was a little too vulgar/profane even for me, and unlike her last show which was all killer and no filler, this one definitely did have some slow spots. And I'm 95% sure she was drunk.

Also ruining the experience were these dumbass motherfuckers sitting in front of us who 1) kept on leaving their seats during the show to do shots, and 2) repeatedly blinded me with the bright screens of their cell phones (which they were using to text message). Who are these kids and who gave them permission to be so dumb?

Thursday, November 11, 2004

- 42 -

I think I just had a tiny orgasm.

Tuesday, November 9, 2004

- and i think it's gonna be a long long time -

More ageless wonders: Roger Clemens won his 7th Cy Young today at age 42. Yeah, Randy Johnson (who is 41) probably would've been a more deserving winner, but I ain't complaining. Besides, it's not like he's the first underqualified Texan to win something.

Friday, November 5, 2004

- a single plum floating in perfume served in a man's hat -

Yoko Ono, at age 71, has the #1 dance song in America (for the 2nd time this year, apparently).

Thursday, November 4, 2004

- drink the water, plus the millennium -

A couple of random distractions from the unfolding (unfolded?) horror that is Indecision 2004:

1. From an email thread with M who 1) hates Nicolas Cage, 2) is jealous (ha!) of Russell Crowe and 3) is baffled by my James Gandolfini "obsession":

Me: I thought you'd appreciate this diss on Nic Cage.
M: That's hilarious! Does this guy have an opinion on Russell Crowe?
Me: None that I know of. He did once write that he would drink James Gandolfini's bathwater, however.
M: Um, would you drink anyone's bathwater?
Me: I'd consider it if it's James Gandolfini's.

Wednesday, November 3, 2004

- shit motherfucker fuck shit -

4 more years of Dubya. This is exactly why we shouldn't allow stupid inbred rednecks to vote. Maybe I really will move back to Canada.

On the bright side, I've had 3 marriage proposals in the last 24 hours.