tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70565912011-04-21T16:12:17.310-06:00Since 1982.Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.comBlogger811100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1141684728143092682006-03-06T15:20:00.000-07:002006-03-06T15:38:48.226-07:00

"Being a professional is doing your job even on the days you don't feel like doing it." — David HalberstamYeah, I'm back. I know I haven't posted in this thing since ... what was it, June? Jeez ... and so I don't really know if anyone still reads it (not that there were many to begin with, but those who did were certainly appreciated). But I came upon the above quote in an exchange of e-mails

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... or at least that's my story and I'm sticking to it.Okay, so I haven't posted in about two weeks. But that's not to say things haven't been happening in my life.First off, the cuts around my eye from that soccer ball have cleared up nicely. All that remains is a small scar under my eyebrow where my glasses caught me the worst. That was the cut I thought I might need stitches in. So that's all

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Yes, I am a dork.I know it. I realize it. I'm comfortable with it.Let me give you an example: After Edmonton was awarded a new National Lacrosse League franchise, they announced they would have contests for the team name, logo, etc. I came up with a concept and sent it in.I hadn't heard anything about this in a couple of days, so last night I surfed on over to edmontonprolacrosse.com, where they

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First, there was the punt I blocked with my face while playing football in junior high school gym class.Now this.I was out playing soccer on Sunday afternoon. We had just gotten started, and I was playing centre halfback. The ball went in to our keeper, and I went back into the 18-yard box make sure he corraled it without incident. As I saw him gain control, I turned to head back upfield. I

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1115348754466874032005-05-05T21:01:00.000-06:002005-05-05T21:05:54.473-06:00

Over on Chris Creamer's Sports Logos Community, they run a few fantasy leagues, and I recently was awarded an expansion franchise for next season in the World Arena Football League. So, this being on a sports logo message board, the next logical step was come up with a logo and uniforms.So, without further adieu, I give you the Seattle Shockwave:PRIMARYWORDMARKUNIFORMS

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Today is the ninth straight day I haven't had to go into work. Regular days off last Tuesday and Wednesday, then five days paid vacation, then two more regular days off. That's not to say I haven't gone in, but no one was expecting me to be there when I did, so everyone was extra nice. :) Still, I'm just about ready to head back to work. I think I'm going a little stir-crazy here at home, and

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One year.Monday marked exactly one revolution of the earth around the sun since the day I started working at The Free Press.And frankly, things are getting a little repetitive. A bit like that movie Groundhog Day.The first thing I covered when I got here last year was the Elk Valley Dolphins swim meet. And guess what rolled around this weekend? The Elk Valley Dolphins swim meet.I look into the

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1114141200051130252005-04-21T21:28:00.000-06:002005-04-21T21:40:00.053-06:00

Want an airtight alias or pseudonym for the next time you infect someone else with a sexually tramsitted disease? Then look no further than the Ron Mexico name generator!(For those who don't know the story, Atlanta Falcons quarterback Michael Vick was recently sued by a woman who claims Vick gave her herpes and used the ridiculous alias "Ron Mexico" with her. The Smoking Gun)Entering just my

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1114050401824433272005-04-20T20:15:00.000-06:002005-04-20T20:26:41.826-06:00

Normally I am loathe to watch reality TV, but Airline on A&E is one of the few shows I can stomach.But there are even times when I can't stand to watch that, either.Most of it stems from the passengers who arrive late and then figure the airline has done something wrong. A group of football fans spend the hour before their flight drinking, show up at the gate at 1:14 p.m. for their 1:15 p.m.

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So my income tax refund came in last weekend, and it was bigger than expected — almost one and a half times what H&R Block told me it would be.The first thing I wanted to do once I got my refund was pay off my Visa bill. But given that TD Canada Trust was a few days away from issuing another statement and applying more interest, I figured I'd wait until they did just that before paying it off, so

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1113625217480431792005-04-15T22:16:00.000-06:002005-04-15T22:21:12.343-06:00

In case you were wondering what ever became of Gordie Johnson, of Big Sugar: GradyApparently he has gone to Texas and become totally badass. Heard their first single on the radio yesterday evening, a redux of an old Big Sugar tune, Hammer In My Hand. It fuckin' rawked. That's right — R-A-W-K rawked. Can't wait to get my hands on this one.

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Let me know what you think of these...And, by the way, typingh while weareing soccer goalie glovesd is rather awkwardf. Just so you knowq.

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Gimme gimmeGimme gimme ...

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Maybe this whole graphic design thing is not going as well as I had hoped.I sent the fellow in Denmark the latest changes to the logo I had been working on for him last night, hoping he would satisfied. But this morning he sent me a message back saying that while he still liked my work, the rest of his team didn't agree and voted down the logo.Nuts.So, if anyone out there is looking for a logo

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When I sat down to do my income taxes the other day, I thought I would have some car-related expenses that I would be able to deduct, but after looking at the forms for that, I was completely and utterly confused. So I decided to take it to H&R Block.After a little discussion, Jeannette, the tax specialist, and I decided I didn't have enough expenses to offset the $130/mo car allowance I get, so

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1111775678349650142005-03-25T11:24:00.000-07:002005-03-25T11:34:38.350-07:00

Here's something I've been pondering for a while now...If I think that someone is being selfish and not thinking about others, specifically me, then am I too being incredibly selfish?If I think that someone has a superiority complex and have that bias when thinking about them and their actions, then do I not think I am better than them, and therefore have a superiority complex myself?Can we only

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1111706505143893912005-03-24T16:21:00.000-07:002005-03-24T16:21:45.143-07:00

This is a test post from Photobucket.com

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Today was weird. No other way to describe it — just downright weird. In fact, the whole week has been. Normally, there's so much stuff going on here in the valley that I can barely keep up with it. Not this week, though. I drove around town for half an hour today on a photo hunt ... nothing. It was like a ghost town. Maybe it was the weather, maybe it was the fact that the schools are on spring

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I relaized today just how long it has been since I posted anything meaningful — or anything at all, for that matter — here. So here's just a few things that are going on:• My right shoulder is killing me right now. I have no idea why. It's not like I've done any strenuous physical activity lately.• Still reading Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them by Al Franken. Haven't been reading much

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From Al Franken's Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them: "For the first six months after 9/11, I put three baseballs in my carry-on bag. I am blessed with an unusually accurate thrwoing arm, and wanted more than anything to thwart a hijacking by beaning a terrorist. How American is that!? I imagined the New York Post headline: 'Franken Beans Hijacker: Terrorist Hit in Face with More Balls than

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I have stooped to a new low. Not a low for the entire male sex, per se — you hear stories about men doing this sort of thing all the time — but at least a new low for me. In order to avoid doing laundry, this morning I bought four new pairs of underwear. I feel so dirty. Mind you, I have a good reason — I set a goal for myself to have at least $1,000 left in my bank account by the time the

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1106979760756458602005-01-28T23:18:00.000-07:002005-01-28T23:22:50.476-07:00

After experiencing several bugs and learning the news that Microsoft would not be releasing any more versions of Internet Explorer for Mac, I've phased out my use of IE and moved my favourites to Safari. In fact, the only Microsoft product that I am currently using is MSN Messenger... and I guess Hotmail, if that counts. Steve Jobs' brainwashing is nearly complete. We are Mac. You will be

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1106460974490950122005-01-22T23:12:00.000-07:002005-01-22T23:16:14.490-07:00

I know there are some out there reading this who at least regularly think about what they will name their children if and when they bear offspring — which is fine. Just don't think about it too much, or you might wind up permanently scarring your poor kids, like these people did.

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OK, I know that's not exactly how the nursery rhyme goes, but that pretty much sums up my feelings right now. Let me start at the beginning: About a week and a half ago, Fernie was hit by a cold spell. Several days of –15, –20, even –30 C on the thermometer, coupled with several inches of snow, created some pretty good conditions for skiers, provided they were hardy enough to endure the cold. Me

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1105565384037765312005-01-12T14:29:00.000-07:002005-01-12T14:32:50.473-07:00

I think I did do what I think I just did. I can't believe I did it, but I just paid $30 for one pair of socks. OK, so most of it was covered by a gift certificate. But just the principle of paying $30 for one measly pair of socks bothers me somewhat. I mean, I probably could have gone across the street and got 6 pairs for less than that. All I can say is, these had better be damn good socks.

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Brad and Jen are splitting up! Oh, woe are we! Let's send them money! Let's send them blankets! Where is the humanitarian outpouring when we need it?!?! When will the other three horseman of the apocalypse come riding in? As Homer Simpson said, "In case you couldn't tell, I'm being sarcastic." As Marge responded, "Well, duh."

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The Boston Globe has posted their 25 weirdest stories of 2004, as determined by the number of hits each story got on their website (boston.com). Some are funny, some are borderline odd, and some are downright weird. My favourite had to be No. 22, with the bear, but I simply shuddered in disbelief and pain at No. 1. Check ’em out.

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... and all is dripping dry. Stupid laundromat dryers, not being on high setting even though I purposely set the switch to 'high'. Stupid clothes that don't seem to want to dry. Stupid room that doesn't have anywhere to hang clothes to dry. Stupid wrinkles that have already begun to form in every light-coloured piece of clothing and pair of jeans I own. Stupid, stupid laundry... Laying on the

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1104813059912243422005-01-03T20:58:00.000-07:002005-01-03T21:30:59.913-07:00

Professional wrestling has always had its share of outrageous characters, and for that matter, always will. Whether or not these characters get over is another matter, however. Take, for example, the Repo Man. He was a balding middle-aged man with a bit of a beer belly, who got fans to hate him by repossessing the hard-earned goods of everyday people. He wore a raccoon mask and tights with tire

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Another year, another dud of a New Year's Eve celebration. The past two New Year's Eves were spent watching "The Big Lebowski," but I was hoping to break that tradition this year, as Olav and Elske were going to make the trek down to Fernie to ring in 2005. They had originally said they'd drive down Thursday night, but Olav called Thursday and said he had gotten a strip torn off him at work the

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1104808214155824122005-01-03T20:01:00.000-07:002005-01-03T20:10:14.156-07:00

Further to that last post on my dreams ... after posting, I later recalled a few more details about what I'll call the "phone number" dream. The whole episode, I remember now, occurred in the grocery store in which I worked during high school. More strange, though, was the fact that one of the members of the Ghostriders was working there as well. I only recalled after seeing him in the locker

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1104386301480476412004-12-29T22:58:00.000-07:002004-12-29T22:58:21.480-07:00

So I'm still slogging my way through "Why Arnold Matters: The Rise of a Cultural Icon" by Michael Blitz and Louise Krasniewicz. I swear, though, I'm almost through it. I've only got two chapters left to go, and they're short ones. The last chapter, though, was kind of intriguing ... not in any sort of intellectually stimulating way, but more in a

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Well, they had a moment of silence for Leonie before Saturday's Ghostriders game. Goodwin came up with really touching words to lead into it. Joel was at the game as well; I was surprised to see him out there so soon. I went to the Fernie Hotel afterwards, where they were collecting money to send Leonie's body back to Australia. I think I wound up putting something like $25 total in the pot.

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Swimmin' through the aisle at the grocery store I don’t even know what im lookin' for Waitin' for someone to come along and find me — "At Least We're Dreaming" by Eve 6 CD: It's All In Your Head (2003) There have been times in the past when I've had those lyrics going through my head, but I don't think I had actually lived them until tonight. There was a car accident out by the ski hill on

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1102444215046809292004-12-07T11:24:00.000-07:002004-12-07T11:32:36.776-07:00

Justin moved out last week, so he took Buddy with him. Am I a bad person because I miss the cat more than I miss Justin?

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1102392674038272752004-12-06T20:49:00.000-07:002004-12-14T17:07:06.780-07:00

Remember that grilled cheese sandwich bearing an image of the Virgin Mary that a lady from Florida was selling a while back? Turns out Internet casino GoldenPalace.com bought it for $28,000 USD. Now they've got a whole section of their website devoted to the sandwich. You can even put your own mug on the lunchtime treat — click on the title of this post for the link. These are the same guys who

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1101508023788869102004-11-26T15:13:00.000-07:002004-11-26T15:27:03.790-07:00

Just to let you know, I've updated the Portfolio section of my Photobucket account (http://photobucket.com/albums/v312/glenncook) with a bunch of new photos. I hadn't updated it since August, so I think there are upwards of 30 new photos up there. There's a link over there on the right. Some of them are pretty good, if I do say so myself. Check 'em out, fo' sho'. Not that photos will help me

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Lately, there have been the obligatory round of e-mail updates from college classmates making their way into my inbox. I've been thinking about sending my own out, but I don't think it would stack up against some of the other people who are getting new jobs or popping the question, etc. Let's review, shall we ... • Seven months sitting at this desk, always hearing about the things I do wrong

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So, in between trying to find a new roommate and giving the oven a long overdue cleaning today, I was watching the noon-hour news, and there was a piece on about the new Ikea store in Calgary. Then they proceed to tell me about the people who had been camping out to be one of the first 1,000 people in the store, who won some Fükencraap or something like that. Okay, I thought, that's reasonable.

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1099694621529870052004-11-05T15:40:00.000-07:002004-11-05T15:43:41.530-07:00

After six months of living in Fernie, I finally got my British Columbia health care card today. It's one more step to becoming a full-blown British Columbian. And since I've already voted NDP — twice — now all I have to do is start hugging trees and eating granola.

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1099597400856504362004-11-04T13:18:00.000-07:002004-11-04T12:43:20.856-07:00

Well, well, well ... here I go, chiming in with my two cents' worth on the U.S. presidential election, just like everyone else out here in Blogland. But, given my morbid fascination with American politics, what would you expect? I sat glued to the television Tuesday night — which, granted, is not much different than most nights, but I digress — watching the numbers roll in. I had it on CNN most

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Upon further review, it, in fact, does not suck to be Nomar Garciaparra right now. This conclusion is based on the fact that Garciaparra was given a full share of the Red Sox' playoff bonus by his teammates, without having to do any of the work. This blog regrets its error.

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1098983152722987082004-10-28T11:01:00.000-06:002004-10-28T11:05:52.723-06:00

Project Rockstar update: One of my bands, Pimpin' Hose, got an offer to tour Canada with ... well, I forget his name. But I thought Nicole said NOT to tour Canada because something would go horribly wrong. Guess what thought did? Thought wrong. After turning this guy down (actually, I believe I called him a big ol' tub of lard — ouch), I checked back, and she said I should tour Canada, because

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1098935407810640822004-10-27T21:50:00.000-06:002004-10-27T21:53:18.690-06:00

Normally, I'm not much for baseball. The season is just such a drag — 162 games, one almost every day — and most of the games are, too. I mean, between the pitchers taking so long to deliver the ball and the batters calling time to scratch themselves, they are pretty much taking three hours to play a game that could be played in half that time. But there's just something about the baseball

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1098160114241129892004-10-18T22:22:00.000-06:002004-10-18T22:28:34.240-06:00

So I get my daily update e-mail from Project Rockstar that other day, telling me something had happened to one of my bands, and they needed my help. Frantically, I logged in to see what was wrong, remembering something Nicole had told me about band members becoming suicidal. Turns out this was a little less serious; Captain Charisma (aka Enos Ellis) had gotten an invite from some eccentric

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1098050803456148522004-10-17T16:04:00.000-06:002004-10-17T16:06:43.456-06:00

I don't believe it. Winter has arrived. How do I know? There is snow. And it's not just flying through the air either. It's sticking to the ground. It's piling up on my car. Big, white stinking fluffy flakes. I miss summer already.

Glennhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05103308397973684013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7056591.post-1097893193027252462004-10-15T20:04:00.000-06:002004-10-15T20:19:53.026-06:00

Well, here it is ... my first blog on my brand spanking new iBook. Words can't express how happy I am with this computer. True, I did get frustrated when I first got it, but I think that was because there was so much to explore and I was too impatient to sit and read through the instructions. But now I've settled in and seen what there is to see, and it's like I've opened my eyes for the very

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OK, not exactly, but it is days like these that are pretty sweet. It's the Friday before a long weekend, and while I am at work, I'm not working very hard at all. As I'm sure I have explained to many a person, when there is a statutory holiday on Monday, the paper for the Wednesday after has to be in Cranbrook for printing by 9 a.m. the Friday before – in this case, today. So next week's paper

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I've got a bone to pick with amazon.ca. See, recently I've discovered that Amazon is quite a good little website for buying things. I bought the last Streets album off there, and it was in the mailbox and in my CD player two days later. I ordered a book for Jhim's going-away off there, and it was here in less than a week when the local bookstore would have taken two to order it in. Lately, I've

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Well, I see I haven't posted anything here in a while, but trust me, I have a good reason. OK, that's not entirely true. Up until Tuesday of this week, I was just lazy. But we've all been there before, right? But, on Tuesday, I was planning to blog ... seriously, I was. But my computer was running really slow, so before blogging, I decided to run AdAware and clean things up. I ran AdAware twice,

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Well, I signed up over at Project Rockstar to try and make virtual heavy metal dreams come true ... and promptly fell flat on my face. I started too big; I tried to make a four-member metal band work on a showstring budget, and I got a single recorded but not released before running out of money. The thing was, I tried to use to cheap musicians, but they still needed too much time to practice

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I hate having a cold. When I get over a cold, I think, "That wasn't so bad." But right now, I'm just heading into one, and I fucking hate it. My sinuses are so crammed with snot that it feels like I am perpetually underwater. This thing has sapped me of all my energy. It was all I could do to go out to Extra Foods and buy more NyQuil. Which brings me to something else I hate: The attitude

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In this month's issue of SPIN Magazine, columnist Chuck Klosterman muses about the ideal dream band, and he lays out a challenge to all us readers who aren't granted a page of space every month in a major North American music magazine: Create your own five-member all-star musical group, name them and send 'em in. The band must consist of a singer, a guitar player, a bassist, a drummer and a "wild

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Thank goodness it's Monday. I've been wandering around the office today, both physically and mentally, not getting any work done and planning out the things I need to do on my days off. Originally, having Tuesday and Wednesday seemed a little bit weird to me — not exactly foreign, though, considering that when I worked at the Airdrie City View, I had Wednesday and Thursday off (days which were

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I remember now what I was going to post about last time. It's the worst joke I've ever made up ... read on at the risk of groaning aloud and embarrassing yourself in front of co-workers. Q: Who is a cat's favourite Chinese dictator? A: Meow Tse-Tung. Don't say I didn't warn you.

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Also called ochlophobia. A fear of crowds, masses or people. I figured out two things today. One: I don't like mud bogs. I went and covered one in Elkford today. It was kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing; I was out there anyway for something else, and I saw the signs pointing the way. So I wasn't really dressed the part — I was wearing my white Adidas Superstars. And mud bogs are inherently

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That's a line from "Blinded By the Lights" by The Streets. Of course, he was referring to the feeling from the booze and the drugs he was taking while club-hopping. Me, I'm just right pissed off. The Fernie Ghostriders were supposed to play an exhibition game against Creston tonight, and, with me being the sports reporter and all, that was something I was looking forward to. Plus, I had to talk

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I saw the bear that has been rummaging through our garbage last night. Or, more to the point, I saw a silhouette of the bear as he crossed the street after mauling our garbage can and scattering trash across the neighbour's lawn. My first thought was: "Holy shit, can it get in here?" My second thought was: "Where's Bud? Did I let him out?" After finding Bud inside, I told him he's not going

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So I guess I have a couple of new "things," if you will: band T-shirts and buying stuff online — usually band T-shirts. I recently shelled out a total of around $70 for a Streets T-shirt straight from the UK — £12.77 for the actual shirt itself (about $30 Cdn), another £7.48 for shipping ($17 or $18 Cdn), $21.06 in customs charges and duties, plus applicable taxes. Worth it? So far, so good. So

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"If you're not a liberal in your 20s, you have no heart; if you're not a conservative in your 40s, you have no brain." —They I have this morbid fascination with American politics and the U.S. electoral system. I don't know where it came from—perhaps it was the term paper I wrote for my Political Science course that required me to delve quite deeply into Congress and the Electoral College system

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Let me start off by saying: I dislike camping. Honestly, I have only been twice in my life. The first time was on the May long weekend, when I met up with Mark, Brad and C.J. at McDonald Creek near Nakusp for a couple of nights. I lacked the foresight to buy an air mattress, but I did bring plenty of beer, so it didn't really matter that I was uncomfortable while sleeping. But our latest foray

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Ever have that dream where you're late for an exam, and you're just running flat-out towards the gym yelling, "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!" Or maybe it wasn't a dream. Here's a quick checklist: If you weren't naked, it wasn't a dream. If you were naked ... well, you could go either way on that. Whatever floats your boat. Anyway, that's kind of how I felt when I looked at my calendar and realized I

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Sorry, sorry, sorry... I know I haven't posted in a while, but that doesn't mean I don't still think about you... Of course, I do... Oh, now don't get like that... You know I do, baby, you don't even have to ask me that... We're the good guys... We don't go to places like that... I'm not even going to dignify that with a response. Anyway, as you can see, I've made a few renovations to my humble

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Before I get going here, I just want to express the shock I felt when I heard on the radio today that the superfreak himself, Rick James, died today in Los Angeles, apparently from natural causes. It was a shock because I had just seen James on The Surreal Life: Season 2, being invited to the house by Ron Jeremy and meeting one of his biggest fans, Rob "Vanilla Ice" Van Winkle. Without James, MC

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[Update: Well, Beckham's ball didn't go for 10,000,000 Euros, but apparently it did go to a Canadian bidder for about CA$42,000. The guy who made the 10-million-Euro bid says he made a mistake and held down the '0' button for too long. Sure.] I've been thinking lately that I've been going about this whole blogging thing the wrong way. I mean, now there are bloggers getting credentials at the

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It's been a weird couple of days. It started on Saturday night. I went out to take a photo, then came back and went out into the backyard for a BBQ Jhim was having for his and another guy's birthday. I took two beers, intending to only drink those — funny how plans like that never work that. Those two down, I go down from the deck to the yard where the kids are playing cricket, of all things,

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As a great and wise cat named Bill would say, "Aack!!" It must have been a pretty busy few days; I see I haven't posted here in over a week. Well, this one will be short as well. I just wanted to post that I have several photos now up on PhotoBucket.com. There are some shots from the paper, and some other miscellaneous ones that were too good to throw in the trash. Anyway, that's all for now —

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I saw this on SportsCentre today, and did a little digging to see if was legit or not. I may not be able to read Spanish, but I sure can read all these zeroes. It's unbelievable to me that it started at only 1 Euro, and I can't fathom how high it could go in the seven days left to go in the auction.

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OK, so I keep getting these personal survey thingies in my e-mail all the time, but I figured I might as well post one of them up here. That way, there's no need to forward on the e-mail, and if people don't want to read it, they can just click somewhere else. So here goes ... 1. What time do you get up in the morning? 7:30-7:45 2. If you could eat lunch with one other person, who would it be?

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So Bud's been acting like a little weiner lately. Justin's had a friend from out east in town the past few days, and ever since he got here, Bud has been keeping all three of us up at night. The first night, though, I think it was because we forgot to put out enough food for him for overnight. But I'm also pretty sure Bud just isn't used to having someone sleeping on the couch; he pretty much

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Well, maybe not, but it sure feels that way some times. You see, although I try not to make it a habit to scream obscenities at inanimate objects, it tends to happen ... a lot. And yesterday, I found my rage directed as a gas pump at the Extra Foods gas bar. I was heading out to Elkford to cover a district council meeting — which I only found out was canceled after I made the 40-minute drive —

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When I moved here to Fernie and found out this place didn't have a washer and dryer and that I'd have to go the laundromat, I was pretty cool with that. I figured it would be sort of a social thing, a good way to meet a few new people. Like in those gum commercials. Turns out that my experiences at the laundromat have been slightly weirder than I first anticipated. First, when I did laundry a

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Went to Calgary this past weekend to hang out with Olav for a while. I felt bad about not being able to do much when I went down for that Hip concert, so we spent pretty much all of Sunday just chilling. We went to Schanks north to watch the Euro 2004 final. It was mostly a pro-Portugal crowd, but they were gracious in defeat. Also did a lot of shopping in Calgary — probably more than I should

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Now that I know I have at least dedicated reader here (thank you Nicole!), I realized that, a lot of the time, I just refer to people without giving the context of exactly who they. That last post about the gas leak was pretty bad for that — I just chucked names out there left and right without so much as an explanation of who they were. So, in an attempt to make up for this, allow me run down

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Boy, howdy. What a week. That toenail I stubbed three times coming down Mt. Fernie still hurts like hell, but at least the swelling has gone down. It's a short week at the paper this week. Jhim wants to get next week's paper done by Thursday so he and Heather can go back to Ontario for the triathlon named after his dad, so I'm under the gun to enough copy for two papers in pretty much one

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Long time, no blog. But that's OK ... I'm convinced that there is no one out there who actually cares enough to read this thing. But that's not to say I'll stop posting. Anyway, it's been an adventuresome few days. On Tuesday, Justin and I climbed Mt. Fernie. The top of the mountain was great. The climb up was hell. The descent was the seventh circle of hell. By the time we got down, I was

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So I've survived my first Honking Day. Honking Day is a high school senior tradition around Fernie. The graduating class of Fernie Secondary School, sleep-deprived and possibly still drunk from partying the night before, get in their cars and drive around town at 5:30 or 6:00 in the morning, honking their horns. Of course, the RCMP keep an eye on the whole thing; they know they're not going to

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Another classic moment occurred this morning as I locked myself out of the basement suite after going out to move my car so Justin could go to work. I was outside for about 20 minutes trying to coax Bud into reaching up and getting to the door handle inside — to no avail, amazingly — before I went and knocked on Jhim's door. No one answered. I stayed outside another 10-15 minutes before the

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Something is not right. Maybe I've been working too hard. Maybe it's the fact that everything I've eaten today has basically amounted to one giant ball of grease in my stomach. Maybe it's the lack of sleep. Maybe I've finally developed that bleeding ulcer that every journalist strives for. Maybe the old pipes are just backed up. But something is not right down there. Something is not right in

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I thought Ronald Reagan would die. I had pretty much bet on it; he was one of my Dead Pool picks on Rotten.com. But I never understood his mass appeal or the gravity with which Americans treat the death of one of their leaders until this week. Maybe it's because I was only six years old when Reagan left office. Maybe it's because I haven't seen a U.S. President die in my lifetime. But I have

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I have often marveled at people who have enough going on in their lives that they feel the need to publish a Web log. I don't necessarily know if I was jealous of them or if I found them annoying, but up until recently I myself had never felt this pressing urge to keep everyone up to date on my day-to-day happenings. If people wanted to know how I was doing, then they could ask. I was never one

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