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Sunday, December 21, 2003
Oh Man
Craziness! My parents had their party, which was both better and worse than I anticipated. I mean, their guests were kinda cool, and I knew some of them. Nice folks. But as is typical when I hang around people my parent's age I got a few questions about my future, and I had to defend my choice of law as profession. Hope I was convincing.
My "oh man" is in reference to our somewhat hurried escape plan: the ever-reliable movie. Or not. We bailed from the party ASAP, but Mike suggested "Elf" which was, I must say, pretty fucking dissapointing. It just re-kindled my desire to see LOTR. I still don't know how I feel: would it have been better to live through the party or waste 10$? We may never know.
How's about a poker night? In foreign currency [again]? Let's invite Mike, and take him for all the pounds and khroner he's worth!
My "oh man" is in reference to our somewhat hurried escape plan: the ever-reliable movie. Or not. We bailed from the party ASAP, but Mike suggested "Elf" which was, I must say, pretty fucking dissapointing. It just re-kindled my desire to see LOTR. I still don't know how I feel: would it have been better to live through the party or waste 10$? We may never know.
How's about a poker night? In foreign currency [again]? Let's invite Mike, and take him for all the pounds and khroner he's worth!
# posted by Spot @ 12:20 a.m.
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Friday, December 19, 2003
Don’t you just hate it when...
I’ve had a killer couple of days. I finished my exams very favorably: I had a lovely final. And Emilie’s boyfriend Mike was in town, to keep my mind off the terrible waiting... Then I got bumped off my flight from Halifax to Sydney for no discernable reason at all. That’s bad. Then I got a 200$ flight voucher and a15$ meal voucer as compensation: that’s good.
Yesterday afternoon and today were consumed with drives to and from Halifax. We arrived at the airport just in time to pick Mike up: his flight was also an hour late. Then we had supper at a reallllllyyyy fabulous restaurant.
Up at 8, drove back here. After getting lost a lot. I must admit, part of my “lost” was an attempt to stop at Subway, to say hi to Eddie. I mean, Subway could have directions, right? Didn’t work out, needless to say.
I’m really happy to be here. Mike is lots of fun. He put up with our tourist-guiding of Halifax and everything. As soon as we got home we had dinner like one big happy family. I think he’s developing an allergy to the cat, but other than that we’re fabulous.
And yet, as soon as I get one part of life peachy-keen, the other counterbalances. Fuck it. If my family is providing happiness for a change, then they’re where it’s at. Not to be too down, but I’ve been alone and lonely for most of my degree. I’m gonna continue the mini happiness vacation I’ve been enjoying the past two days through ‘till tomorrow. No moping or worrying. Family pot roasts, shopping trips, family visits, skating and hiking: we’re gonna do it all.
Which reminds me: I’m in town right now. If anyone wants to see LOTR or something tomorrow night, that would be cool. Or go on a pub crawl, or party at my house. I’ve got cable now! Yay!
I’ll probably try to reach you all tomorrow, but feel free to add to the planning here, or you could call too.
Just wanted to say I’m having a fabulous time. Feel free to join in!
Yesterday afternoon and today were consumed with drives to and from Halifax. We arrived at the airport just in time to pick Mike up: his flight was also an hour late. Then we had supper at a reallllllyyyy fabulous restaurant.
Up at 8, drove back here. After getting lost a lot. I must admit, part of my “lost” was an attempt to stop at Subway, to say hi to Eddie. I mean, Subway could have directions, right? Didn’t work out, needless to say.
I’m really happy to be here. Mike is lots of fun. He put up with our tourist-guiding of Halifax and everything. As soon as we got home we had dinner like one big happy family. I think he’s developing an allergy to the cat, but other than that we’re fabulous.
And yet, as soon as I get one part of life peachy-keen, the other counterbalances. Fuck it. If my family is providing happiness for a change, then they’re where it’s at. Not to be too down, but I’ve been alone and lonely for most of my degree. I’m gonna continue the mini happiness vacation I’ve been enjoying the past two days through ‘till tomorrow. No moping or worrying. Family pot roasts, shopping trips, family visits, skating and hiking: we’re gonna do it all.
Which reminds me: I’m in town right now. If anyone wants to see LOTR or something tomorrow night, that would be cool. Or go on a pub crawl, or party at my house. I’ve got cable now! Yay!
I’ll probably try to reach you all tomorrow, but feel free to add to the planning here, or you could call too.
Just wanted to say I’m having a fabulous time. Feel free to join in!
# posted by Spot @ 11:26 p.m.
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Sunday, December 14, 2003
Archers extraordinaire.
Let me ask you something: when you see a Lord of the Rings preview, who seems sexiest: the knights, the wizards, the hobbits or the *elves*? I've had a thing for elves for quite a while now. The first time this manifested itself was playing Warcraft II. You could click on them and they'd *talk*. Very sexily.
And they're soooo pretty. Pretty without being effeminate. Overly effeminate, anyway.
The human knights, on the other hand, are just dirty. Gross. And they seem pretty stupid too.
If you answer hobbits, you're a pedophile. Just so's you know.
And they're soooo pretty. Pretty without being effeminate. Overly effeminate, anyway.
The human knights, on the other hand, are just dirty. Gross. And they seem pretty stupid too.
If you answer hobbits, you're a pedophile. Just so's you know.
# posted by Spot @ 1:10 a.m.
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Saturday, December 13, 2003
Whew!
What a wonderful day it's been.
I got up at the crack of dawn (that part wasn't wonderful) wrote a decent exam, chatted it up at Tim's and totally relaxed when I got home. I'm level 41 in Final Fantasy Tactics. Horray!
Anyways, my aunt called while I was writing my exam to invite me to a gospel choir performance, which was very groovy. Side benefit: I was forced to get off my ass and clean the place: the kitchen, bathroom and livingroom now look totally decent.
My bedroom is a disaster, but anyone who sees it shouldn't care.
The point is, this very normal day has had a wonderful effect on me. I'm actually tired. By normal I mean: got up before 10, worked in the morning, now have a clean place, family interacting in the evening. I'm tired. I mean, I'm never tired. Not to alarm anyone, but I've taken to drinking a couple just to get sleepy. I think it's mostly psychological, but this day totally cured it. I haven't a care in the world: goodbye insomnia.
Helloooo dreams of Dave in short shorts. Or long jeans. Which, believe it or not, is all he wears in the summer.
Nakedness related it is,
~Sarah
I got up at the crack of dawn (that part wasn't wonderful) wrote a decent exam, chatted it up at Tim's and totally relaxed when I got home. I'm level 41 in Final Fantasy Tactics. Horray!
Anyways, my aunt called while I was writing my exam to invite me to a gospel choir performance, which was very groovy. Side benefit: I was forced to get off my ass and clean the place: the kitchen, bathroom and livingroom now look totally decent.
My bedroom is a disaster, but anyone who sees it shouldn't care.
The point is, this very normal day has had a wonderful effect on me. I'm actually tired. By normal I mean: got up before 10, worked in the morning, now have a clean place, family interacting in the evening. I'm tired. I mean, I'm never tired. Not to alarm anyone, but I've taken to drinking a couple just to get sleepy. I think it's mostly psychological, but this day totally cured it. I haven't a care in the world: goodbye insomnia.
Helloooo dreams of Dave in short shorts. Or long jeans. Which, believe it or not, is all he wears in the summer.
Nakedness related it is,
~Sarah
# posted by Spot @ 12:08 a.m.
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Thursday, December 11, 2003
No, I'm just lazy
Ah, these are wonderful days. I'm about to get Ida off my hands. For those of you who haven't visited me since September, Ida is a 3 year old budgie I'm, well, budgie-sitting indefinitely. He belonged to a very decent debater named Eden who moved away to Victoria. But Ida's become a problem: I can't take him home with me during the holidays, and I'm pretty sure Dave doesn't want him to be here when we come back.
So I posted an ad on McGill classifieds, giving Ida away, and I got three answers in the last few hours. Woah.
But that's not why these are wonderful days. I'm being so *healthy*. Like, I'm getting enough sleep and I'm not eating too much starch or cookies (4 a day. I'm trying to cut back), and I'm even studying. I'm not sure how much studying is enough, but I'm about 1/3 through the anthropology material and I still have a whole day to finish it all off. Happy times.
Disturbingly, my apartment isn't cleaning itself. I kinda thought this would be an organic process, brough about by my continuous presence in the apartment, but apparently not. Gotta get my rear in gear: Mike will be here Sunday afternoon.
Also disturbingly, I haven't done any Christmas shopping. Uh-oh. I don't want this to turn into a chore, but it will be if I leave it 'till the last minute. And no offence to everyone out there, but Sydney shopping is shit compared to Montreal. Some Christmas gifts are three times more expensive in Cape Breton... even though people typicly earn three times less money. [I'm not being sarcastic, or even mean. I live downtown, in the corporate core. The people who work in these buidlings make hundreds of thousands of dollars, which is why there's french designer furniture stores all over the place. Ten points to whoever can name the one close to the Delta!]
No, wait, this is a side rant worth getting into. Ever notice how the rich keep getting richer? Like, the whole principal behind loans, or anything with interest for that matter. If you can't buy something, because you don't have enough money, you end up having to pay more money. Seems kinda counterproductive.
Which is part of the reason I don't own a credit card. Oddly enough, my parents could afford to use credit cards, but they don't. Unless they have to, like buying something online, then they pay the whole bill that month. It's like the system is designed to help you when you don't need help.
Anyway, I've got a question for all of you. All of you except Dave. He's studying for some fluids exam, so I doubt he'll see this before I edit it, tomorrow around 2ish. And if he does, I'll deny all knowledge.
Do you think he'd prefer something
a) music related
b) gaming related
c) clothing related.
I was actually going to post the choices, but it would really ruin the surprise if he turns out to be a net-surfing, studying-avoiding slacker. Like me :)
Yours in nakedness,
~Sarah
So I posted an ad on McGill classifieds, giving Ida away, and I got three answers in the last few hours. Woah.
But that's not why these are wonderful days. I'm being so *healthy*. Like, I'm getting enough sleep and I'm not eating too much starch or cookies (4 a day. I'm trying to cut back), and I'm even studying. I'm not sure how much studying is enough, but I'm about 1/3 through the anthropology material and I still have a whole day to finish it all off. Happy times.
Disturbingly, my apartment isn't cleaning itself. I kinda thought this would be an organic process, brough about by my continuous presence in the apartment, but apparently not. Gotta get my rear in gear: Mike will be here Sunday afternoon.
Also disturbingly, I haven't done any Christmas shopping. Uh-oh. I don't want this to turn into a chore, but it will be if I leave it 'till the last minute. And no offence to everyone out there, but Sydney shopping is shit compared to Montreal. Some Christmas gifts are three times more expensive in Cape Breton... even though people typicly earn three times less money. [I'm not being sarcastic, or even mean. I live downtown, in the corporate core. The people who work in these buidlings make hundreds of thousands of dollars, which is why there's french designer furniture stores all over the place. Ten points to whoever can name the one close to the Delta!]
No, wait, this is a side rant worth getting into. Ever notice how the rich keep getting richer? Like, the whole principal behind loans, or anything with interest for that matter. If you can't buy something, because you don't have enough money, you end up having to pay more money. Seems kinda counterproductive.
Which is part of the reason I don't own a credit card. Oddly enough, my parents could afford to use credit cards, but they don't. Unless they have to, like buying something online, then they pay the whole bill that month. It's like the system is designed to help you when you don't need help.
Anyway, I've got a question for all of you. All of you except Dave. He's studying for some fluids exam, so I doubt he'll see this before I edit it, tomorrow around 2ish. And if he does, I'll deny all knowledge.
Do you think he'd prefer something
a) music related
b) gaming related
c) clothing related.
I was actually going to post the choices, but it would really ruin the surprise if he turns out to be a net-surfing, studying-avoiding slacker. Like me :)
Yours in nakedness,
~Sarah
# posted by Spot @ 1:18 a.m.
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Tuesday, December 09, 2003
Do I have mono?
I've been told by lots of different people that you can't save up sleep. Like, if you sleep in lots that doesn't mean you'll be able to stay up more.
But the opposite is apparently possible. I mean, I had to pretty much give up sleep over the weekend to get those papers in on time. And I'm surprised how well I did on that exam, given how poorly I studied for it: not very long and very late at night.
Anyway, it all caught up with me this morning. I opened my eyes at 10, and I just wasn't rested. So I rolled over, woke up at 12:23, and felt *aweseome*! Not groggy or nothin. I mean, I slept for 12 hours, and it just felt like a normal 8 hour stretch. So, did I save up my lack of sleep to be paid off later?
I hope so, because I started getting sleepy again at 8:30. So either I have mono or I still owe some sleep to my body. I hope it's the latter, and that it will finish soon. Because eight-hour days isn't a lot of time to get my work done.
Yours in Christ,
Sarah
PS: don't you just hate that ending? It's like saying: I'm holier than you are, and Christ loves me and everything I said. Sheesh: talk about self-confidence. I'm really not yours in Christ. More like, yours in Montreal. Much better.
But the opposite is apparently possible. I mean, I had to pretty much give up sleep over the weekend to get those papers in on time. And I'm surprised how well I did on that exam, given how poorly I studied for it: not very long and very late at night.
Anyway, it all caught up with me this morning. I opened my eyes at 10, and I just wasn't rested. So I rolled over, woke up at 12:23, and felt *aweseome*! Not groggy or nothin. I mean, I slept for 12 hours, and it just felt like a normal 8 hour stretch. So, did I save up my lack of sleep to be paid off later?
I hope so, because I started getting sleepy again at 8:30. So either I have mono or I still owe some sleep to my body. I hope it's the latter, and that it will finish soon. Because eight-hour days isn't a lot of time to get my work done.
Yours in Christ,
Sarah
PS: don't you just hate that ending? It's like saying: I'm holier than you are, and Christ loves me and everything I said. Sheesh: talk about self-confidence. I'm really not yours in Christ. More like, yours in Montreal. Much better.
# posted by Spot @ 11:39 p.m.
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Monday, December 08, 2003
It's not so much a habit as a way of life
ooough. I am death warmed over. Two final papers and an exam, all on the same day. Well, I didn't write the papers in one day, they were just due today. But now that I think of it, I did kinda write the bulk of them yesterday.
I have no idea how good or bad they are. I've lost my judgement. Like you lose the ability to smell unpleasant things after constant exposure, I am immune to academic BS. I just can't differentiate anymore.
Well, enough of that complaining, on to better things. I'm fighting buying my sister an umbrella that says "Merde, Il Pleut" for Christmas. It's just so funny! And those brits always carry an umbrella around with them: she'd be able to swear every time it rains!
But I know she could probably use some winter apparel. She thinks it's cold in Britain. Pft. She's a total pansy since she lived in Hong Kong.
Speaking of which, I still harbor the dream that I might live somewhere tropical. And I still think the best time to do it would be now. Someone convince Dave!
Oh, and I have a logic question for you. Although UNB is not my first choice for school [nothing personal, Dahl is just a better atlantic choice] I am still applying. And they have this strange kinda question: Have you, a parent or partner graduated from UNB? When?
Well, that's a question. Define "partner". Obviously the folks at admission are avoiding the whole gay marriage issue by broadening the term spouse, but I wonder if it's broad enough. Is Dave a partner? If so, he could up my chances at getting in: UNB probably sets a certain number of spaces aside for alumni's kids and "partners". They probably want something more official, but I think four years is official enough. Today's poll: should I answer "yes" to the partner question? I get the feeling I will get nothing but funny answers, but I am curious.
I have no idea how good or bad they are. I've lost my judgement. Like you lose the ability to smell unpleasant things after constant exposure, I am immune to academic BS. I just can't differentiate anymore.
Well, enough of that complaining, on to better things. I'm fighting buying my sister an umbrella that says "Merde, Il Pleut" for Christmas. It's just so funny! And those brits always carry an umbrella around with them: she'd be able to swear every time it rains!
But I know she could probably use some winter apparel. She thinks it's cold in Britain. Pft. She's a total pansy since she lived in Hong Kong.
Speaking of which, I still harbor the dream that I might live somewhere tropical. And I still think the best time to do it would be now. Someone convince Dave!
Oh, and I have a logic question for you. Although UNB is not my first choice for school [nothing personal, Dahl is just a better atlantic choice] I am still applying. And they have this strange kinda question: Have you, a parent or partner graduated from UNB? When?
Well, that's a question. Define "partner". Obviously the folks at admission are avoiding the whole gay marriage issue by broadening the term spouse, but I wonder if it's broad enough. Is Dave a partner? If so, he could up my chances at getting in: UNB probably sets a certain number of spaces aside for alumni's kids and "partners". They probably want something more official, but I think four years is official enough. Today's poll: should I answer "yes" to the partner question? I get the feeling I will get nothing but funny answers, but I am curious.
# posted by Spot @ 9:21 p.m.
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Friday, December 05, 2003
Yes, and No.
I've never cheated at Christmas before, but I did last week, with my god-parent's gifts. I have my reasons! Most of them pertaining to past gift-receiving experiences. Long story short, I'm glad I did: I got what I expected, a distant second choice to a good book or CD. I got clothes. See below for explanation of said attitude. Otherwise, happy examberween everybody!
My extended family tend to be crappy gift-givers. They give me what they think I need, rather than what I want. This is a very bad thing. When people say "it's the thought that counts", this is what they're referring to. When you give a gift, no matter the occasion, you should try to express something about the person and yourself. Like, I would give Eddie a kick-ass collection of comics. I would give John some cool guitar acessories or hot sexacessories, depending on context. And so on. This has nothing to do with cost. You can buy cool gifts for under $10, most of the time, it just needs more work. Just so's you don't think I'm being materialistic or anything.
Enter the family. Until very recently I've always hated clothes. I hate the gender politics of clothing, I hate the cost, I hate fashion. Ugh. So when I have money to spend, I do it on books, electronics and music, in that order. Which means I'm generally 2 years behind the times, clothes-wise. Do I give a shit? Well, I don't plan on relying on my looks, so no.
Now, what do I always get for Christmas or birthdays? Clothes. GRAUGH! I can see the logic: my godmother sees me as terribly dressed, and she wants to fix me up. But I don't want it! Besides, I see this a gurilla gift-giving. Using the holidays to impose your values on me. I never get good books! I never get electronics! Christ!
It's not like they don't know, either. Man, I'm getting steamed just thinking about it. They gave me clothes. But at least I won't be shaking the box, fantasizing about Civ3 for Mac, or a great read. Now my face won't fall on Christmas day: I'll be fully prepared. I look forward to Mom, Dad, Emilie and Dave to satisfy my desire for a gift that's given in the spirit of pleasing the other, rather than pleasing the self. I, in turn, will try to refrain from getting Dave a good winter jacket he needs for Christmas instead of the gaming system I know he really wants.
My extended family tend to be crappy gift-givers. They give me what they think I need, rather than what I want. This is a very bad thing. When people say "it's the thought that counts", this is what they're referring to. When you give a gift, no matter the occasion, you should try to express something about the person and yourself. Like, I would give Eddie a kick-ass collection of comics. I would give John some cool guitar acessories or hot sexacessories, depending on context. And so on. This has nothing to do with cost. You can buy cool gifts for under $10, most of the time, it just needs more work. Just so's you don't think I'm being materialistic or anything.
Enter the family. Until very recently I've always hated clothes. I hate the gender politics of clothing, I hate the cost, I hate fashion. Ugh. So when I have money to spend, I do it on books, electronics and music, in that order. Which means I'm generally 2 years behind the times, clothes-wise. Do I give a shit? Well, I don't plan on relying on my looks, so no.
Now, what do I always get for Christmas or birthdays? Clothes. GRAUGH! I can see the logic: my godmother sees me as terribly dressed, and she wants to fix me up. But I don't want it! Besides, I see this a gurilla gift-giving. Using the holidays to impose your values on me. I never get good books! I never get electronics! Christ!
It's not like they don't know, either. Man, I'm getting steamed just thinking about it. They gave me clothes. But at least I won't be shaking the box, fantasizing about Civ3 for Mac, or a great read. Now my face won't fall on Christmas day: I'll be fully prepared. I look forward to Mom, Dad, Emilie and Dave to satisfy my desire for a gift that's given in the spirit of pleasing the other, rather than pleasing the self. I, in turn, will try to refrain from getting Dave a good winter jacket he needs for Christmas instead of the gaming system I know he really wants.
# posted by Spot @ 4:44 p.m.
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Monday, December 01, 2003
It's one of those skills I that I learned in my school
I realize my earlier Matrix/Super Mario 3 post is not so interesting, so this is what I actually prepared for today. While in class, naturally:
My sister cheats at Christmas. If she can find her gift, she’ll unwrap it. Her most memorable cheat was back when we were in jr. high, right around this time of year. She found her stocking stuffers, which my parents kept on the top shelf of their closet, in these little square christmas boxes. Very cute.
It was a great haul. Mom and Dad are fantastic Christmas shoppers: I think that’s the year that Dad got me “booger gum”, this green chiclet-like stuff that comes out the nostrils of a nose-shaped dispenser. I refused to look at my stuff and even plugged my ears and shouted “LA LA LA LA I can’t hear you!” when she tried to tell me.
Ah, but the gods are creative in their punishments. Emilie had planned to see her things and retreat, but her curiosity proved her downfall. She saw her Oasis CD and had to listen. So she unwrapped the cellophane from the CD and played away. She put everything back, but could not re-wrap the CD.
Actually, now that I think about it, she benefited from her curiosity. Our parents were annoyed when they saw the evidence, so they decided to return everything and get her whole new stuff. So the surprise would still be there. But since they couldn’t return the CD she got two instead.
Today's homework question: do you cheat at Christmas? Do I? Tune in tomorrow to find out!
My sister cheats at Christmas. If she can find her gift, she’ll unwrap it. Her most memorable cheat was back when we were in jr. high, right around this time of year. She found her stocking stuffers, which my parents kept on the top shelf of their closet, in these little square christmas boxes. Very cute.
It was a great haul. Mom and Dad are fantastic Christmas shoppers: I think that’s the year that Dad got me “booger gum”, this green chiclet-like stuff that comes out the nostrils of a nose-shaped dispenser. I refused to look at my stuff and even plugged my ears and shouted “LA LA LA LA I can’t hear you!” when she tried to tell me.
Ah, but the gods are creative in their punishments. Emilie had planned to see her things and retreat, but her curiosity proved her downfall. She saw her Oasis CD and had to listen. So she unwrapped the cellophane from the CD and played away. She put everything back, but could not re-wrap the CD.
Actually, now that I think about it, she benefited from her curiosity. Our parents were annoyed when they saw the evidence, so they decided to return everything and get her whole new stuff. So the surprise would still be there. But since they couldn’t return the CD she got two instead.
Today's homework question: do you cheat at Christmas? Do I? Tune in tomorrow to find out!
# posted by Spot @ 5:50 p.m.
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There are really only ten people in the world
Coincidence. It follows me everywhere. I'm a big fan of the Matrix, and days like this make me wonder if the world is as random as it's supposed to be.
Witness random video clip. Logically, in a country of 24 million, such a random and, let's face it, pointless clip shouldn't be all that prominent. But in the space of 24 hours I heard about it from two separate groups of people: a med student I met at SHAD and Eddie.
This is more amazing than you realize. I never thought SHADs and the SA crowd would ever have anything other than their carbon base in common. I mean, we're talking night and day. But there you go. My guess is this is all an illusion. There are lots of coincidences because there actually aren't 24 million people in Canada. There are actually maybe 10. The crowds we see in the streets are actually virtual actors placed there for our benefit. We're being tapped for our BTUs.
*pause while Dave explains how this is "physicly" impossible*
I can't wait until some stupid picture I take is circulated across the country.
Witness random video clip. Logically, in a country of 24 million, such a random and, let's face it, pointless clip shouldn't be all that prominent. But in the space of 24 hours I heard about it from two separate groups of people: a med student I met at SHAD and Eddie.
This is more amazing than you realize. I never thought SHADs and the SA crowd would ever have anything other than their carbon base in common. I mean, we're talking night and day. But there you go. My guess is this is all an illusion. There are lots of coincidences because there actually aren't 24 million people in Canada. There are actually maybe 10. The crowds we see in the streets are actually virtual actors placed there for our benefit. We're being tapped for our BTUs.
*pause while Dave explains how this is "physicly" impossible*
I can't wait until some stupid picture I take is circulated across the country.
# posted by Spot @ 5:32 p.m.
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