Asepticville

Well, it happend. I finally snapped, went blitzwing and cleaned the majority of the house. I had been able to deal with it for the most part but wednesday night is when I cracked. In what could be described as an out of the ordinary event, a beiruit competition was held on a wednesday. At this event I did end up getting quite drunk but aside from that massive amounts of beer was spilt. On top of that, the wash bowels kept filling with massive amounts of grossness from the floor. Thus I cracked and if I wasn't so hungover and tired yesterday, I would likely have done it yesterday.

Today, after doing the dishes, wiping down the shelves, sweeping and then vacuuming, the house is for the most part clean. McM even pitched and cleaned the bathroom. (though I don't think he swept because the broom never left the kitchen).

The jitsu community here at Queen's will be expieriencing a special treat today. One of the higher level Dan's will be visting the club today. I have had the prilege of training under him on two seperate occasions and must say that it is quite a treat. One those occasions I was a yellow and the second time a green belt. I'm exicted to see what he might have in his hat now that I'm brown and am allowed to do all the cool stuff.

The OC--> Lesbian kisses, hot Kiersten and Summer kissing Seth spiderman style = fan-frekin-tastic. Booya!

Here it is!

Ladies and Gentlemen!

I present to you the intro to the show that will never exist but will forever be a hit amongst all of you!

The 439

"It's AnchorMAN! Not AnchorLADY!"

Well, if people havn't figured it out yet, the movie Anchorman has become my new bible as I love it and will follow it religiously. Here are some excerpts from this very hilarious movie:

Ron Burgundy: I love scotch. Scotchy, scotch, scotch. Down it goes, into my belly...

Brian Fantana: Oh, that was one crazy party. I am hung over.
Champ Kind: Tell me about it. I woke up this morning and I shit a squirrel. I mean it. Literally. Hell of it is, damn thing's still alive. So I got this shit-covered squirrel down there in the office. Don't know what to name it.
Brick Tamland: You should name it Shaun! [From Wake up Ron Burgandy]

Ron Burgundy: You are a smelly pirate hooker!
Veronica Corningstone: You look like a blueberry!
Ron Burgundy: Why don't you go back to your home on Whore Island!
Veronica Corningstone: Well you... have bad hair!

Ron Burgundy: 1001, 1002, 1003. Ohh, it's a deep burn! It's so deep! Oh, I can barely lift my right arm because I did so many. I don't know if you heard me counting, but I did over a thousand.

Ron Burgundy: I'm going to punch you in the ovary, right in the babymaker.

Ron Burgundy: Boy, that escalated quickly... I mean, that really got out of hand fast!
Champ Kind: It jumped up a notch!
Ron Burgundy: It did, didn't it?
Brick Tamland: Yeah, I stabbed a man in the heart!
Ron Burgundy: I saw that! Brick killed a guy! Did you throw a trident?
Brick Tamland: Yeah, there were horses, and a man on fire, and I killed a guy with a trident!
Ron Burgundy: Brick, I've been meaning to talk to you about that. You should find yourself a safehouse or a relative close by. Lay low for a while, because you're probably wanted for murder.

Well, that's enough for now. It's only about half of them if that. I'll likely add another addition to compliment this one. At the gym today I was contemplating who would be my news team if I were to belong to one.

If it was the kingston folk:
Bleat: Ron
McM: Brian Fantana
Myself: Champ
RA: (smart) Brick [From wake up Ron Burgandy]

If it was Jitsu Folk:
Myself - Champ
BPIC - Brian
Thumper - Ron
Anders - Brick

Somehow, I think I'll be sworn at for that.

Current Song: Goo Goo Dolls - Give a little bit

The swords have been laid down

And so, the great battle of our time came to a somewhat anti-climatic conclusion on saturday ending a week long strife. The reason for the lack of drama ending came from the sage words of Natasha who identified that we were at a point where we were simply arguing about what one person said in response to some previous statement and were not actaully bringing up the stem of the original conflict. Upon actually doing so, the real problem (which was silly) was identified and apologies were made. Thus, we decided to resume things back to normal and get somewhat inebriated with some Beiruit. Mosie also popped in for a cameo visit which was sweet.

I've watched five movies this weekend and found one word to describe each of them.

Saw- Twisted
Ong-Bak - Intense
Sideways - Divine
Phantom of the Opera - Brilliant
Ladder 49 - Moving

It's not often you watch five flicks and they all turn out to be good.

Sunday, McM, RA and myself all attended a Daytona 500 party at the residence of RA's boss. I've never been into Nascar but was allured by the promise of a large feast. RA was not kidding when he said there would be scores of food. There was chili, Meatballs, Veggies, cupcakes, cake, Feta Paté and a host of other items. And with that, my diet went out the window for the day.

There was one girl at the Daytona party who seemed familiar but knew I'd never met. Towards the end of the race, I somewhat put my finger on it in that this girl reminded me of a dream I'd had quite a while back (grade 9). She seemed quite young so that might be why it struck up a memory from that time frame though what got me was that I still remember a dream that much later. Amazing what the mind keeps in vault.

I've been thinking I might make an entry similar to McMs about the ideal girl but that may take some time since I'm more for personality. I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

The Value of rational thinking

Plato, Aristotle and various other philosophers were studies of rational thought and appricated human life because we were the only species that were believed to be capable of sophisticated rational thought. I have always been a student of this style because it quite simply makes the most sense as that is it's nature.

In a somewhat heated argument between myself and McM, I attempted to discuss with him the problems that I had with him and why I thought this way. When I attempted to follow rational thought bringing evidence into my side of the argument I was accused of "grasping at straws and having a weak argument". I endugled this for a bit and asked for something to any piece of information that would counter my original statement. What I was met with was, "you're an idiot and you're wrong" and various other forms of that statement. When I further pointed out that he wasn't dissuading me from my standpoint and to come up with something better, all I was treated to was more "you're an idiot and your argument is weak."

So all I was treated to was a lot of adhominum (sp?) as oppose to something with foundation. What do I mean by foundation? Well, I'll justify a statement I made earlier with some foundation. The statement itself? "That peice of shit left me to do the garbage in the rain. Mofo" A little harsh? Sure. Why did I say it? For the following reasons:

Imagine that for the majority of the time you deal with someone's shortcommings in stride and take it with smile. Shortcomming's like:

- Never replacing my coffee table that was broken at one of his parties
- Stealing my winter gloves in the cold weather several time without ever asking so I was gloveless
- Opening a brand new bag of salad mix which I'd bought, when there was one a quarter full already in the fridge
- Constantly hogging the bandwidth on the internet for useless downloads
- Rarely cleaning up after his poker/beiruit nights which includes use of my table
- Throwing a McDonalds bag on the floor (the meal which I had purchased for him) on the floor of the family room which I had spent the day cleaning after one of his parties
- Likely a dozen other items which I shall not list because their personal

Then, leaving to go fuck around and leaving the garbage for me to do. On top of this, while I can't prove it, I'm pretty sure it was to spite me for not speaking to him. I'm judging this based on the fact that the response was "go fuck yourself" as oppose to "it just slipped my mind". That's an action and the reasoning behind it.

I would like nothing more than to be wrong about this and say I made a judgement call that was wrong but so far I've only been met with hostile aggression. And so I'll wait until evidence of the contrary is brought my way to make that call.

For those of you wondering what we're argument, I can't say because it's personal. Probably the reason it's gotten so big.

And for the record, if the friendship was to end (which I'm not saying it's close to), I'd say that slandering someone on the internet weighs heavier than not speaking to someone and swearing at them once. I'm sure comments will decide.

Current Song: Kenny Rogers - The Gambler (fitting)

Respect from your peers

Well, it's about time that I made a post, after all, it has been a solid week. Last week was spent in a very rageful and angry state which is the reason I didn't post. Grrrrrrrrr. I've always made it a point to never say anything in states like that because most of the time something is said for anger's sake and not because it's actually meant.

For the time being, it's safe to say that I've snapped out of that spell. The reason for this could only be an excellent jitsu weekend getting the wind knocked out of me and boozing it up. Saturday saw a day filled with Tai-Sabaki leading into lots and lots of drops. So not only were you dizzy at the outset of the technique but would also go onto get dropped to finish. I think it's safe to say the everyone from orange belt to Dan's were sore and tired by the end of the session.

The course finished and we headed over to Anti-Grav's where we would be spending the night. I think upon getting a cup and water source, I drank about two litres of water and sat for a good thirty minutes straight. Anti-Grav's girlfriend shared some of her excellent brownies with us and then it was off to downtown for dinner and drinks.

Dinner was at the good old Elgin Street Diner. That place never fails to serve the greasiet food within ten minutes and once again didn't fail. As bad as I knew it was, I still downed the cheeseburger and poutine that I ordered and it hit the spot. From there we headed to the Oz café.

Now before I begin, I have never like the Oz café based on it's size and the usual amount of people we have show up. If I'm ever in a crowded room, the first thing I'll do it head for an empty corner and usually wait for people to come to me as I can't stand being surrounded by people. This is usually the case at the Oz café but this time it was different. There were about a dozen or so of the Jitsuka that I've grown up with through my jitsu journey which was nice and welcome. Thus I decided to take advantage and have a drink or two and talk to those that I had not seen in a while.

One or two... a few conversations... sleep... yeah right. There comes a point where you're use to having a drink in hand and enjoying talking to someone so much then when the drink ends and the conversation is still going, you get another drink. Let's just say there were a lot of good coversations going that night including me modeling several women's purses. I think I was enjoying everything so much that when it came time to catch a ride home with Anti-Grav, I opted out favouring staying with Thumper. The night kept rolling until it was closing time and what would seem like an end to the night. Not the case however. At the end, there were three of us left which included Thumper, myself and FlippyDan. Instead of kicking us out of the bar though, the two owners invited us to stay in the bar. The only catch was that we had to move out of sight at the entrance. A fair trade.

We continued talking about life and such with the owner joining us and even giving out a round of hot choclates. That was definately very, very nice of them and was definately appreciated by T-Bone and the rest. Oz gets major points and will definately be my prefered destination from here on in.

At one point in the later hours of the morning (?) we were talking about clubs and about how I could go about getting some teaching experience in my year in cornhole. I'm not sure what lead into what was said next, but at a moment which I think will forever stick in my head, Flippy Dan turned to me and said that if I ever happend to be in Peterborough and attending his session, that he would have me line up with him at the front of the class and have him teach his students. For a moment I just stopped as I didn't know how to respond to that. I've respected what FlippyDan brings to the table ever since I've met him, both on and off the mats and for him to tell me that I could line up with him at the front of class (haks or not) put a smile on my... soul. It's safe to say, that most Jitsuka always wonder whether, they're actaully embodying the spirit of Shorinji Kan Jiu Jitsu at all points of their training and to me, this said that someone recognized that I did and that their was a mutual respect from a peer.

Eventually I came back to real life and started joining in on the conversation again, but would never realy leave that moment. Hopefully, it won't go to my head. Things continued a bit further past that but Thumper and I knew it was time to go when he said "Anyone want to watch the sun go down?". We got a Taxi home with a never ending joke telling driver and about six am he hit the bed.

We were awoken that morning by Anti-Grav who asked us if we wanted to go get breakfast to which I reponded whether he in turn could bring breakfast to me and feed me. Gawd I was tired, hungover and dehydrated. Such a wonderful combination. Needless to say, at the purple and above portion of the course that day, I felt every breakfall and my head was about ready to split at the end. Upon conclusion, we showered, hit the ol subway on the way out and headed back home. I hit the bed at seven and didn't wake up til seven this morning. All in all, an awesome week. Killed my anger completely.

Hope everyone is having a Happy Valentine's Day and all the ladies who read this save me a special valentine's day kiss. :O) I'm bad, you love it.

Super Bowl Bonanza!

Last night was the superbowl and while I've never been any type of football fan, I was invited to a super bowl bash and thus decided to partake. The main lure of this endevor were the muchies provided to me from the Griswolds but other than that I also enjoy the antics of the Griswold's and thus had another reason to go.

Overall, it was good times. Mrs. G made a WHOLE wack of appertizers which included a veggie platter, nachos with two types of dip, shrimp ring, bowl of nuts, chips and a crackers plate. I couldn't believe it. I was in snack heaven and dug in very quickly anticipating that others would soon arrive and also demolish these delicious foods. I was soon to learn though that other than the Griswold family and a selection of the McM clique, we would be all the invitees. I could not believe it. There was a mass of food to the seven or eight of us.

The game itself began and amidst watching it and trying to decipher the rantings of Mr. G, I found the game pretty entertaining. I wasn't rooting for anyone, as I knew nothing about football but always like the idea of a team competing to be the best.

The half time show was terrible. I realy can't figure out how they couldn't find anyone better than Paul McCartney. I mean honestly, I can understand the network's point of view and trying to find something more family oriented but this was just boring. I found the fireworks more entertaining than the preformer. The only thing that excited me at this point was the prospect of dinner.

Dinner was awesome too. Not only was their delicious lasagna but also delicious sausage. Delicious! Because, everything Mrs. G makes is delicious, the food went down fast than Paris Hilton with... well, whatever guy she's with. From there we proceeded to the second half of the game.

I could barely sit at this point as I'd filled every inch of my stomach with food and thus I layed down for the second half. The game was close and in the end made for an exciting ending although, the eagles seemed to throw the game somewhat. However, I could be wrong. Postgame, Mrs. G served us lemon maringue pie. I realy shouldn't have eaten more but I did anyways because it looked fantastic.

After this we watched the Simpsons and American Dad which wern't that great but made for a satisfactory end to the night. We departed from the Griswold's all full to the Brim and ready for bed. As soon as I got home I hit the bed like a Brick. If only I could eat like that all my life.

Current Song: Jennifer Lopez - Get Right (who knew such an annoying beat could produce a somewhat decent song)

Back from the Homested

Today I returned home from Brownzmania to my second home in K-town. I spent the majority of my time off either sleeping, lazing about or downloading DVDs. I've never actually downloaded a dvd before, but thought I'd try it out to say that I've done it and know how to do it. I still prefer the Xvid movie as it allows for almost the same viewing pleasure and downloads in a tenth of the time. It's also easier to find on the internet. The postitive side to downloading a DVD is that I can watch the movie in my DVD player which is cool because I can lay about the house and watch my movie.

Got some shopping done while I was at home. Two shirts were purchased from Old Navy and a tank top from Trent 21 (the local T-shirt store). It was quite difficult finding a new T-shirt as there was a huge selection to choose from. There were many new designs including the nintendo genre as well as some new family guy stuff. After eliminating a good portion of the t-shirts I did want (based on themes which I already have t-shirts to cover) I narrowed it down to a Spider-Man ribbed tank top and a spray paint punisher logo t-shirt. Now I have to admit, the punisher shirt was pretty f'n cool, but in the end I eliminated it mainly because McM has one already and it would lost its orginality. Thus I purchased the Spider-Man Tank which I am still happy with.

Upon returning to K-town and disclosing this information to McM, a somewhat heated argument began in regards to this choice. His point was, that regardless of whether or not he had the shirt, that I should have purchased the Punisher logo shirt. This was based on the premise that the Punisher has a higher degree of coolness and could dummy Spider-Man with one shot. I counter argued that the Punisher couldn't hit what he couldn't catch and thus would lose to Spider-Man as he would flip all over the place and shoot web into the Punshier's guns. Thus I am still satisfied with my purchase. I will be glad when I wear the colour's of spidey when the time comes. Until then I will leave you with this; Does anyone know how Peter Parker (from the movie) could afford a fitted custom Spider-Man costume if he can barely make rent?