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?

Women just got a few points back

There was a point last week where I was ready to write a furious tantrum about how ridiculous the female species was and let loose upon them. It was a juncture which it seemed that the last good female friendship I had had fizzled was would turn into another act of life. I was proved wrong though.

I'm not sure exactly how I am with women, whether it be as friends or more but in the end nothing seemed to produce anything genuine. It was always a show where things would turn into nothing or a facade of friendship. Last week things seemed to be verging on that path for what was perhaps the last long standing female friend I've had.

The story itself is a long one but can be summarized in the following way. I'd been friends with Fish for the greater part of three years. Last month she got together with my best friend and while I was happy that they'd each have someone awesome, it changed things. I couldn't tell her some things anymore because it figured it'd be talked about between the two of them and then get turned into something ridiculous. I didn't want one opinion from two people on the matters of my life but their own individual takes and that wouldn't happen as long as things were they way they were. So we drifted apart turning things into the casual facade of friendship making lots of small talk.

Last week, things ended between the two mentioned parties and made for quite the predicament. McM and I have always shot straight so I knew where his head was at most of the time and thus it was easy to stay friends. On the other side of the coin though, I realy had no clue coupled to the fact that I was just tempted to let things stay a casual facade.

This is where women get their points back as I was challenged that night to be the man that she knew I was and that I think I am. Going backwards on the time scale, we had gone out that night with the Jitsu gang, gotten hammered and ended up back at my place. As the night rolled to a close, everyone was leaving and she was going to walk home to NOP land alone. That dosn't work for me, no matter who you are and thus I walked her home.

On the way I was confronted about whether things were alright (obviously that case was they weren't). This threw me off as it's usually me who puts the hard questions to people going for resolutions to problems (Score points here). So we got talking, about how things were and sourcing out why they were. Then we moved on to what to do about it. I was simply going in circles about what the altruistic thing to do was (put it behind us and move forward) but then comming backwards with a selfish answer (I was forgetten about). Then she did something I had totally ruled out from the abilities of the female gender.

She took my hand, told me she was human who makes mistakes but above that, she knew she loved me (as a friend). Here she got more points but then proceeded to line up for the home run shot. As hard as it was for her, she told me, after saying the former, that she couldn't stop me from walking out the door and not speaking to her again. At this point, time stood still and my cycle shattered. I couldn't bring myself to even think about stepping away from someone who I'd grown with for so long. (Score home run). She showed faith in me and in her heart, knew that I was above petty thoughts and actions and after about five minutes I gave her a hug and put this shit behind us.

I gave up on believing in her but she never lost faith in me. I missed the ball on this one but she never once stuck it to me for this. It would have definately been easy to 'be a girl' and just be as ridiculous as I was. But she wasn't.

At this point I'm still looking for the words to put this all in context. In the end all I can come up with is that there's a girl out there with the biggest heart in the world and it was so full of compassion, forgiveness, warmth and love that she could overide me being a goof. I feel pretty lucky right now is about all I can realy say.

Still Alive

Well, I'm halfway done exams and thought that it was time to add another blog entry to the mix. Life's been pretty nutty this past week as it's been nothing but exams and as much fun as it is, it's not. Not. Just not. So, hopefully this little musing will be a temporary salvation.

I've been thinking of a way to make blog entries more interesting as of late with my recent abstinence from drama (even though it looks like drama will be the subject of my next entry) and while I was in procrastinating, it was my revelation that, aside from other people's business, people love charts. However, the conundrum is figuring outwhat type of chart would people enjoy. Thus, over the next little while I'll probably throw out a few random charts that pop into mind, free of all internet bias. Just right out of the old brown noggin.

Today's topic: The oldin days of pop music. I recently came upon my old collection of pop music from the year 2000 and concluded that the style and focus has come a long way since then. None the less we all still loved it back then and with that I present the top five of the year 2000 (give or take):

5. N Sync - Bye Bye Bye. It was an era of boy bands back then and studios were pumping tracks out left right and centre. Now, while I'm sure they were pumping other things as well, this track still stood out from the rest with a little bit of teenage rebellion and a pretty cool video idea.

4. 3 Doors Down - Kryptonite. It wasn't uncommon to turn on the radio (remember that thing) way back and hear this track playing. Kryptonite ushered in an era of alternative rock into pop music phasing out the backstreet era.

3. Creed - Higher. Could they're be a more overplayed band than these guys? The song was good the first couple times I heard it (listen to it now) but after the 9, 657th time I thought I was Scott Stapp (the lead singer). No wonder he wanted to relearn love.

2. Britney Spears - Stronger. Alright, I now I'm gonna get blasted for this one but honestly put it all together. She was at the peak of her popularity, had an innocence to her at the time, was incredibly smoking hot in that little black number and the song wasn't half bad.

1. Bon Jovi - It's my life. Is anyone actually surprised that this is my No. 1 pick? This was my anthem in first year and the song plain and simple just kicks ass. Wanna fight about it?

Now the list more or less just summarizes the songs which stood out that year. I didn't say that they had to be good. They're are likely tons that I've left out, so add a comment if you want some recognition for your favourite jam of 2000. That way I won't be the only person taking the heat for my adoration of pop music. L8r Sk8rz.

Current Song: Collective Soul - Why Pt. 2

Friday's Events

Today is another study day in which I'd rather be anywhere in the world instead of in front of my notes. However I have been here most of the day and as such it is time to break away from this nonsense. Recently I have been getting very little work done despite the fact that I have five exams next week in five days. It dosn't bother me heavily at all, possibly because I still make the day somewhat eventful. Friday went as such.

I began the day by waking up at 10am which is an hour short of 11 am, where a proper 10H sleep would have had me wake up. I don't feel like acutally getting up but when I was up, I was no longer tired so I went with it. Did my morning routine (teeth, pushups, situps, breakfast) and then showered. This brought me to about 12 pm.

From then onwards to about 5, I got a fair amount of review done all the while playing 'Alexi Murdoch - Orange Sky'. I've been downloading copius amounts of movies recently (Finding Neverland, Harold and Kumar go to White Castle, Anchorman, Shark Tale, Wimbeldon, Eternal Sunshine for the Spotless Mind, Ray and Sky Captain) but was good and decided not to watch any of them. Though I did download the past three episodes of the O.C. From there I was done studying.

I washed my Gi (because it was smelly) had a snack and proceeded to the gym. I got a fairly good workout done with about 20 min before jitsu. I took that time to rehydrate and talk to my Sensei about the previous three sessions me and BPIC had taught. From there it was time to train. I was definately excited to train as it would be the first time I've gotten the chance in the new year. However, my body had other ideas at it was pretty tired from the workout. Thus between that and the sheer ice weather, it was no surprise that I quickly found myself a little short of breath with some heavy wheezing. Thus the first part of training was a little sluggish. However, I eventually got to my inhaler and things proceeded upwards from this point. It was nice to train again and could easily tell that BPIC found it equally as fun.

I returned home from the session to McM and his friends playing a little texas holdem. I wasn't in the mood for cards so I withheld, opting instead to make a lovely chicken and brocoli alfredo past. At this juncture, myself and RA sat down and proceeded to watch WWF's greatest champions which featured many greats including Macho Man in his prime and the Hart Foundation. After finishing with this, I proceeded to have a few beers and socialize a little bit. This only lasted for a few mins though, as I was done at this point. I made up my bed (as I'd washed my sheets earlier) and hit the bed.

That was friday. If you found that boring just remember that I did not twist your arm to read it. You did it all by yourself. Today is no more interesting which is why I'm taking time to write a lengthy blog entry. Maybe I should re-invest my time in drama again. Give people something more entertaining to read.

Figured it out

(Forgive me if there are any spelling crimes in the following post)

I was talking to McM today about the nonsense of everyday life and while I was listening intently, it occured to me that the chaos of everyone's life no longer interested me.

Then it dawned on me. In most instances people write in their blogs about the things that bother them in life whether it be veagens, spelling mistakes or relationship banter. If you've read my resolution entry you'd know that it was in one way or another, a way of saying that I wasn't gonna try so hard anymore in terms of making life conform to the way you want it and instead just let it exist as it is.

For the most part I've done exactly that and in doing so, I think the result has been that I havn't had anything to vent about. Leaving everyone else's chaos to them has somewhat simplified my everyday course of action and there's been little on my mind other than a slight headache after landing on my head last wednesday in Jitsu.

Overall, I like it better so far. It will likely make for some poor blog entires in the next little while but who knows? Maybe one day I'll once again find my way back to the everyday drama of life. For now, I'm contempt to stay chill, focus on my training regiment and just go with the flow. Brilliant.

Exams

Exams are comming up for which I do not want to study for but none the less must study for. Thus if one does not hear from my in the next little while, it will be because I've locked myself in my room. Hopefully I shall remain in your prayers as you all wish me good luck. :O)

I'll likely be procrastination beyond belief, so one can expect more random entries.

Feeling Blah

With the holidays over and life returning to its normal state, things seem much more bland now. Everyone who was home for the holidays went home and the nostalgia from all the fun has somewhat worn off.

It's likely been the reason I havn't written that much in the blog as of late. School is that same non sense that it was when I left, I've OC'ed out myself after watching 34 episodes in a week and jitsu hasn't started. Cutting off good times, cold turkey sucks.

But Jitsu begins once again tommorrow which means its time to hit the mats again and let the good times roll. The holiday gave me time to recover physically and mentally from all the training put in going for brown. Now, being fully healed, it will make everything that much more fun.

Perhaps in the grand scheme of things, a little lag time is good. Time to think, time to heal and time to catch your breath.

New Years

Well the only way to start about New Year's is that it was quite the scene. As an abstract, I dominated myself with screwdrivers all night on top of whatever else was donated to me. But to tell the story best I must start from the beginning or as much of it as I can remember.

I left Brownzmania early friday morning to arrive in K-town later. The journey for the most part runs smoothly. I got up at 5 am on the dot, left the house at 525, got on the go train to union at 550, arrive at union at 630, get breakfast, board the train at 655 and arrive at 915. This is where the efficiency stops. I had previously arranged with McM to get a ride at that time. He tells me to call about 30 mins before I get into K-town (pressumably so he can wake up, have coffee, and arrive to VIA on time). For once in my life, I'm actually prompt and accomplish calling him on time. However, McM shows up 30 minutes later than 915 and like the ass that he is, promtly shows up honking his horn right in front of via for a solid minute. Though I'm ready to burst, he has offered to pick me up, so I let it go. At this point however, I found out that we're going on a bit of a detour out of kingston. I don't mind this so much as I'm use to it, but instead of telling me where we're going, a constant destination point of the 'portal' is made. Once is funny, twice is pushing it, seven times and I'm once again ready to hit someone. Though, I find out that we're picking up Keeves and the Hamma and the idea of them camping in the middle of winter once again brings smile to my face. On the way back, we are watching Elf in the backseat (McM is driving his Dad's pimped out 2005 pilot) and are doing commentary to it which makes it that much more fun. Will Ferrell is too funny though and after about 20 mins we decide its time to watch the movie. We complete tasks of dropping people off and acquiring appetizers and what not.

House gets cleaned, alcohol gets made, showers are had and OC gets watched (So begins the obecession). People arrive. Hilarity begins. We begin the night with a little wrasslin all the while stuffing our faces with feta paté. I choose my drink of the evening which is the screwdriver. I have a pretty high tolerance so I make doubles. Eventually, everyone arrives and I'm starting to settle into the evening. After about three or four doubles I decide to change the way I'm making drinks. Usually I add ice, vodka to the top of the ice then add OJ. My new plan? Add ice, fill to the top of ice with OJ and then add vodka to the top. This takes is from about a double to a triple. I think I downed two of those but things get foggy at this point. Bei-Ruit begins and I get looped into things. I make a tag out because I'm too drunk to see and let another take my place. The team ends up losing and decides to pawn off their lost cups onto me because I'm a champ.

This is where things go downhill as the mixture of beer and vodka put me over the top. I remember the new year vaguely and bits and pieces til two. As McM's blog points out, I did wet myself slightly but pissed is far from the truth. Circumstances surrounding this are mysterious though as I don't remember having to go to the washroom or any dire urgence to urinate. But as I said, I can't remember a whole lot as is. [I should point out here that William Matthew Kirkey is a direspectful ass (more colourful words are jumping into mind, but I'd like to think I'm above that) for not only posting a hugely exagerated story but also a video which I'm not so proud of.]

Things continue upwards from there thankfully as I change my pants (in what was a comical moment) and come back down for the rest of the night. At this point I'm smart enough to cut myself off and McM is feeding me water perhaps saving me from certain doom. People slowly start dissapearing and I'm snapping photos like no ones business. My rate of speech slowly returns to normal from its drunken banter state. BPIC shows up around 3am(???) and we smoke some fun stuff and hang for a bit. I'm telling him a story about Sparxx and all of a sudden I hear this nutty noise from the kitchen which I would later find out was Hamma making songs on pots and pans (Our non-stick pans hang from a rack on the wall). The story goes that RA was taking his car home and wrote him a note in his pocket so he'd know. As a joke though he said that the note wrote 'Whether some prime number was acutually prime' to which a song began about the number being 'even or odd'.

Keeves and Hamma are done and pass out. One sucessfully on the couch and the other laying beside two pillows, a sleeping bag and holding a folded blanket like a teddy. BPIC decides to stay and make sure I don't die. We begin to watch movies from the Club Instructor course (which are sweet) and I tell him it would likely be best if I puked. I headed to the washroom and after hovering over the toilet I begin to pass out as oppose to puke. With my last remaining energy, I gather myself up, tell BPIC that I need to pass out and do this.

The next morning I wake up to McM knocking on my door asking me if I'm okay. Strangely I don't feel so bad. My theory is that the OJ sugars saved me somehow. We gather up the troops, laugh hysterically at the 272 mb of media from the last night and head of the McDonalds for double cheeseburgers. At this junture I realize I'm still drunk as while take my order, I'm exchanging lines with Keeves from Elf. ("I painted a picture of a butterfly today"; "Guess what? I saw a dog today. Did you see a dog") This drives the McDonalds lady nuts and not surpsingly she screws up the order. Oh well.

When we return, we eat, watch Hulk Hogan vs. Macho Man from wrestlemania five as the Mega powers exploded. We also decide that we need to watch an elimination chamber match as there is one comming up on Jan 9th at New Year's Revolution. At this point my tummy is letting me know that I was bad last night and so begins the day of recovery and cleaning. Cleaning gets finished, I call my parents and with all the brain power I can muster, have a somewhat decent conversation with them and the proceed to crash for an OC marathon. That perpetuated the start of my OC addiction and is a story for another day.

Resolutions

It's what everyone does at this time of year. With the new year brings new hope, new goals and new propects. I have never been one to be different from this. Always looking for something new and bold to wish and conquer. This year wil be a bit different as it will be a time where I'm gonna aim to let go.

Now, most of you reading this know me and have known my past and while it may stem from certain events, this is more an attempt to fix the big picture.

My favourite movie is and has always been the Princess Bride. It's an epic story about a fairy tale land where good battles evil and in the end, true love prevails. It's something I've always wanted for myself and something to share with others. So much so that in the past, I've pushed so hard (believing I was fighting for an ultimate sense of happiness) that I've just created awkward and tense situations.

So my resolution? I think I'm gonna let that part of me take a rest for a while. Quit pushing so hard trying to realize something that may not even exist, except for in movies. The best part about this is that it will allow me to focus energy back into real life where things actually count.

A long awaited update

Holy Smokes! Days just zoom by through the holidays. Somehow X-mas is over and it's already boxing day. Hopefully, everyone has scored some awesome holiday deals and will have a story about how SICKLY busy the mall is today.

This time last week, I was getting back from the club instructor course which was sweet. There were eight dans present each day and about ten or so dark blue and aboves. It was awesome training aside from the fact that I'm now entitled to open my own club!!!! I was also fortunate enough to train with Benjo once again and was reminded of why it was I was intimidated of him. None the less it was still good to see him and felt very privileged to be there when he got his hakama.

Things concluded and from there at which point made the journey home. I was very tired after enduring the weekend of training and classroom teaching and just went to bed directly after dinner. I think I slept thirteen hours that night but it was well worth it as I woke up brand new the next morning.

Monday and Tuesday I spent cleaning up the house and visiting family. I have come to the conlusion that after about an hour of conversation that the subject of a movie should be brought up as it ties up the void of nothing to do quite nicely.

Wednesday, I picked up Sparxx and we were off to visit Thumper! His place is a palace. He and J scored huge on that deal because it's gorgeous. Definately gonna have to make another visit someday.
The events of the day consisted of having a delicious thai curry dish for lunch, watching jitsu video, catching a few movies and just chillin. Overall good times.

Thursday was one nutty day. I was orginally suppose to have lunch with Fin after he got into K-town and then head out at about four in the afternoon. Needless to say the weather changed those plans. Fin's connecting flight to K-town was cancelled and the traffic in TO was crazy so plans to head home were delayed. However things picked up from there. McM and myself watched Alien vs. Predator (after a short power outage hiatus) and did some x-mas shopping at the LCBO for various wines and scotches. After concluding this, we were informed that Fin had decided to catch a bus from the airport and it was arriving at seven. I took a nap for an hour and awoke an hour later to head of to pick up the bloke. We got there a bit early and thus decided to get coffee at Timmy's. This was definately a good move as it was FREEZING outside at this point and I was falling asleep pretty damn quickly. Eventually we got Fin and headed over to the Fin mansion for dinner. We had a delicious pork roast and some potato thing which was also excellent. After that we hit up some beiruit and family guy. The evening concluded with a trip the McDics for some cheeseburgers. It was at this juncture where one of the best pieces of knowledge came to my attention. When ordering a cheeseburger, you can ask for it to be dressed like a Mac. This Jr Mac is delicious and makes for more Mac goodness through future weeks. The night ended shortly after as Fin was dead tired as were the rest of us.

Drove home Christmas Eve Day morning and arrived home midday. The rest of the day was spent cleaning and wrapping gifts (which takes time if you want to do it well). Though I've decided that it's not realy worth the time only for someone to rip into it the next day. Thus, I will only wrap items well if they'll stay wrapped for a solid week. That way everyone can enjoy a quality wrapping job.

X-mas day came and went. Usual stuff happend. Had breakfast, open gifts, and had dinner with the family. The best gift, hands down, had to be an 80s retro tee with Sonic the Hedgehog on it. I'll definately be sporting that come new years time. There is one gift I recieved which is somewhat questionable which is an italian charm bracelet. My mother gave it to me with a 'Love Mom' charm and an 'Allergy alert' charm so it makes sense to wear it but I'm not quite sure whether guys can get away with that type of thing. Comments on this would be appreciated so I can figure out what to do with it.

My dad purchased a new 26" television at the Best Buy Boxing day sale. I was going to go with him to help him acquire it but decided to sleep instead. He was none the less still sucessful and got the last one. I returned to the gym today for the first time in a week long hiatus and will continue to hit it hard from now on (as everyone likes to point out that I've put on weight since thanksgiving).

I'm planning on heading back to K-town on friday for a little New Year's Bash and so I can get back into school mode. Thus is you have nothing to do that night, get in touch with me and we'll jam.

On my way

Well Folks,

Somehow its the christmas holidays already and I'm getting ready to leave in about 30 min or so. I have a short stop in Peterborough before hand though for a weekend Club Instructor course. It definately gonna be awesome as its open to dark blue and above which means there is gonna be some fun training. I'll also get to see a lot of the faces that I hanv't seen in a while which will also be awesome.

I'm home after that with a few family visits to make when I get there on monday and tuesday. Nothing like going back to your roots and seeing the various expressions on peoples faces when they say "jiu what?".

After that I'll be picking up Sparxx for a run through Brighton and back to Kingston to see Fin!!!!!! I havn't seen that guy in a while and am looking forward to it. Then back home for the rest of the holiday. Definately looking forward to it.

Topping Perfection

I was going to post this before but held out until now not to spoil the subject of my blog for Noobies like me who love Lord of the Rings. You should have seen it by now so if I spoil something, tough!

My favourite scene from Return of the King is bar none when the Rohirrim ride to Minas Tirith to the aid of Gondor. Every scene is perfect. The dialogue, the shots and music all creates an emotion which overwhelmed me. It represents so much in terms of virtue. Courage, bravery, nobility, loyalty, strength and I could go on. The scene is so powerful that I can't count how many times I've watched it and just shuttered. I didn't think it could get any better, but it did.

The original scene leading into the entrance is Gandalf leading the Gondorian soldiers, encouraging them to be brave as they are clearly losing against the forces of Mordor. It shows Gandalf with the bold expression, "Fight, Fight til the very last man. Fight for all your lives". It is here the Rohirrim horn blows and we cut to exellence.

The extended edition leads in differently. That scene is shown but instead of cutting away, it moves a little past with Pip and Gandalf off to save Faramir. Enter the witch king and his pure display of evil. Without ruining too much, the scene ends with Gandalf beat, staff shattered and the witch king ready to do away with him. Gandalf is without question the symbol for goodness in the movie and having him beat says scores for the story as the forces of evil have seemingly defeated good. However, this is where we hear the horn of the Rohirrim, acknowledging that good will not fall so easily and from there we cue to perfection. Simply awesome.

That alone is worth the price of the DVD and all the time I spend watching it. It's just wonderful, simply put. It's reasons like this that Peter Jackson is a genius and a genuine artist and deserves all the acclaim he has recieved.

Holy Smokes

Well ladies and gentlemen, it seems as though things are getting stir crazy in this neck of the woods. Everyone's blogging with something to say that results in 20 million comments. I'm not exempt from this as I realize I've said a few things that have got peoples attention. To get away from this, I think I'll stay away from serious talk for a little bit.