Yes I Am Still Alive...Barely

It's true I've been a little lazy the last while in terms of updating this shiat. By the time I've gotten around to it lately all my crazy stories have long since passed and everybody's moved on with their lives. The only person that seems to care about the lack of updates is a certain red-haired neighbour to the south with the sexy mom.
Anywayz, here goes again. The above photo is the only one taken at my housewarming bash. It all started pretty mellow actually with early arrivals watching the game and sitting quietlynot disturbing anybody. I was already well on my way to a prolific night having cleaned the southwest corner of the city of the very rare Bin 222 Chardonnay (trust me it's classy stuff and I drank it like a seasoned vet). The calm of our classy gathering was soon shattered, though, with the arrival of Plaizier B w/ a mickey in tow. After that and some more Jabronii arrivals soon after, all bets were off. Once the black momba came out it really started taking a turn for the worse, or better dependimg which side you were on. More ladies arrived and then it was a party. Had some ladies asking about Derelickt afterwards if only that they hadn't ever met a Devo (from Houston). If they ever saw the real man, it's likely they would run the other way(probably after seeing brain). Soon after, some of us headed out to the BD and that's where it becomes blurry for me. So in closing, I received some unexpected gifts and all in all it was an enjoyable evening.
This past weekend's halloween party at Monita's started off really good. I guess it's all in how you finish, so maybe I'm not ready for the pros quite yet. So, to start the night, had a few beers, headed out to the hood (millwoods) on the newly snowy streets of our fair city. After several missed turns and some slipping and sliding (including a couple of 180's) we arrived safe and sound. We - mostly me - then proceeded to get our drink on. The party was quite festive so I was having a great time. There was Jesus, Dog the Bounty hunter's wife, a couple hutterites, a hula girl, a couple minnie mouses etc etc and then me, Hunter S. Thompson. So all was good until, after those three or four rum and cokes went down a little easy, I proceeded to pass out on the stairs. Later when it was time to leave, I was carried to the cab by, I was told, Cooper and Monita. Thanks guys. I would have thanked you at the time but I was, you know, unconscious.
Once the cab arrived home I promptly threw up outside the door and then tried to steal a kiss from my grossed out woman, who by the way babysat my ass for a lot of the night. Yes, I was indeed a mess. Maybe this is the signal that I should tone it down to an extent. I seriously don't remember half the night and it's quit emasculating when you have to be carried out of a party.
My weekends have, of late, consisted of sleeping in late, sitting on the couch for a couple hours, then napping some more, then drinking my face off. I am a shadow of my former robust, active self. I really need someone to whip me into shape. Well, enough about me and my issues.
Speaking of the party, here's some pics. I blame the small amount on my dead battery, not my overdrinking.

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Speaking of issues, the mighty oil are dynamite at home and downright awful on the road. A couple years ago they called us the road warriors. If they can turn that trend around the divison title would not be out of the question. The bad news is they might have to do it without the mighty Ethan Moreau for most of the season. It is nice to have some solid goaltending for the first time in awhile, though. And so far I'm liking the Petr Sykora acquisition. He's paying huge dividends.
In other sporting news, the St. Louis Cardinals won the World Series. I seriously didn't know that until today and usually I'm on top of that shit. Shows how interesting it must have been. Yawn.
Also, the Toronto Raptors have removed all traces of purple from their uniforms. Maybe people will take them a little more seriously now, purple is a pretty prissy color. But, really, it hasn't hurt teams like the Lakers or Baltimore Ravens. I mean, who in their right mind would mess with Ray Lewis. Maybe they're just trying to blame their intense sucking the last few years on the color of the unis. Sounds about right.

Until next time....I'm out

G'day er...Night

My first order of business is to talk about the Buffalo Sabres new uniforms. I can't hold it in any longer, this might be the new frontrunner for worst uni in all of pro sports. It might go down in hockey history with the yellow and purple kings uniform of yesteryear as worst ever. There's some equally bad ones elsewhere as well including: The new Anaheim jerseys, Boston and Nashville's third jersay and whatever jersey the coyotes have this year. What's with the facination with yellow. Last time I checked it wasn't that great of a color. The worst thing is the uniform they replaced was actually one of my favorites. The color scheme was very pleasing to the eye. Obviously some fans agreed with me as there were 20,000 names on a petition trying to stop Sabres brass from going ahead with the change even before it went officially public. And now that the Sabres are becoming increasingly popular there will be new generations of little kids sporting these god-awful jerseys polluting everybody's eyesight. It's a crying shame.
Staying with the NHL, why deosn't Dominik Hasek just go away already. I can't stand to see the sight of him. We all know he'll stub his toe or jam his finger and end up on the shelf for most of the year. Let's just quit the charade right now and get it over with for everyone's sake, Dominator. He's the definition of a pus and Detroit will likely see the error in their ways when the shit hits the fan as it inevitably will.

Well, I was in last in my hockey pool lately but moved up four places the last couple days. It was probably good to get a taste of the bottom, it'll make it that much sweeter when I win. I don't think I was any lower than third all of last year so this is unchartered territory. See you bottom-feeders!

Annika Sorenstam can sure play golf but is she ever a manly looking woman. That's all I gots to say about that.

Lastly, there is a party this weekend but interest seems to at an all time low. Maybe I'm not as cool as I thought I was all this time. Why didn't anybody tell me?

Random Thoughts

Had a pretty chill weekend as I basically did absolutely nothing but eat my face off and veg. I didn't feel guilty at all, either. Sometimes you just need a couple days like that to recharge the old battery.
In case you didn't notice by the pic, Fleets got a new hoodie straight from China courtesy of a buddy w/ a sense of humour. Ever since I received it unknowingly (long story), it's basically been a big joke and I've rarely worn it out. But it's definitely growing on me. Apparently these "bathing Ape" hoodies are really popular in the hip-hop world with Pharell, Lil' Wayne and the like sporting them. So, unknowingly, Fleets has once again set another fashion trend in our great but hopelessly behind city. What can I say, some got it, some don't. You just wait, in six months to a year everybody and their dog will be busting out the printed- all- over- hoodie while I'll be setting the next trend. Mark my words.
It's really late and random thoughts will b continued tommorow...

Dinner's on Fleets

So I'm checking my President's Choice points balance after getting some groceries and bam!, I see that I have 380,000 points. Which means I have close to $400 in free groceries at my fingertips. This unexpected windfall was from a reward for getting my mortgage with PC Financial. Well, anyway, that was a good surprise.
Also, while I was at Superstore, I once again picked the line with a retard for a cashier. It literally took like 20 minutes to get a price check. I'm usually pretty patient guy but I was at the point of wringing the little fucker's neck even though I hid it well. Superstore might be half the price of my local Safeway but for the inconvenience, time wasting and produce that generally licks balls, it's really not worth it. But for the next two or three months it will be.
On the way home from my local Superstore I heard a really bad song, I think it was called "shit on a stick" or something to that effect. It sounded like a really bad Rollling Stones song with a chick singing. But, to no surprise at all, it was jet's new song which defintely has a fitting name. Awful, just awful.
I also happened to hear tonight that Dairy Queen has a pumpkin pie blizzard for this month only. Kinda makes me want to give up my beloved ice cream treat for evermore. That's right up there with deep-fried chocolate bars and chocolate covered steak which, by the way, both exist.
Lastly, there will be no mention of Superstore again for a really long time as I have maxed out my yearly quoata in this post alone.

Back in Business

So it's been awhile since I did an actual post here and I apologize to my ever-dwindling fan base. It's been a great few weeks. Ever since a very successful guys night out a few weeks back I haven't had a chance to write much of anything here. Speaking of the aformentioned guys night out - it was pure debauchery from start to finish. We tore it up real good and by the time we arrived at the Black Dog all bets were off as to whether we'd all make it out alive. There actually could have been a casualty as Genau got sick everywhere and woke up not even remembering it. That's serious shit. I guess next time we'll have medics on hand in just in case. Fleets even reeled in a female even though I was basically incapacitated at the BD. At the end of the night everyone agreed it should be done again, maybe even a weekly event. OK, that might be a bad idea.
The following weekend was the inaugural Pincup at Baptiste Lake. Sixteen guys letting loose in a secluded area w/ no supervision, you can just imagine what happened. There was golf, the centurion with trivia and poker to finsh a very long night. Also included in the mix was a possible event for the coming years, drunken wrestling. Me and Pinner went at it couple times and it took me a good week to recover. I seriously thought I had whiplash and it looked like I had wrestled an alligotor judging by the scrapes and cuts I had all over my body. What made up for that was destroying big Dave and ruining a rotten pair of his skid-marked tighty blackies.
Fleets went into the poker round a strong third place but having no poker skills at all I quickly fell off the leaderboard and licked my wrestling wounds in the corner. The eventual winner was jaronii JB, a much deserved owner of the coveted P jacket. All in all it was a great time. There was even some now commonplace streaking by none other than the brain doctor, Derelickt. The 18th hole job was especially classic. The nudity during the last few minutes of the centurion was not quite as classic, mostly just gross. The D-man definitely is not shy.
Looking forward to next year's event, for sure. I've described it somewhat in words but here's some photo evedence to whet your appetite.
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I finally got my window coverings installed this past friday and they're freakin' awesome. They really complete the place.
Well, we did out beaver hockey pool picks this weekend and it looks like there might be repeat champ in the building but I'll wait a bit before gettin' cocky. I did pick an oiler (Bergeron) so maybe I've killed my chances right there. I guess it'll help make the oil's games a little more interesting anyway.
In terms of music, I recently bought Dj Shadow's new album (The Outsider) and, so far, I have to agree with a lot of the reviews - it's just not up to his lofty standards. I still gotta give it a little chance but, musically, it's all over the place. It's not like I'm gonna give up on him though, this ain't no fairwether fan here. I still really wish I went to the Van show, heard through a friend it was off the chain.
Anywayz, should be a good start to the week as I work a couple of half days because were going to the Rancid show in C-town. Should be a blast and a good continuation of Doug's thirtieth birthday celebration. Yeehah! For now, I bid adieu. Psssst...And by the way, did you hear Fleets is having a shaker this Saturday. Pass it on.