tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-114496232011-04-21T13:45:23.136-07:00the Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04631266045657539310noreply@blogger.comBlogger1251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11449623.post-1162206403989971892006-10-30T03:02:00.000-08:002006-10-30T03:07:29.090-08:00

Need money? Looking for love? Want advice?Don't go here!

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So there are no more words and all is endedThe timbrel is stilled, the clarion laid awayAnd love with streaming hair goes unattendedBack to the loneliness of yesterday.(Joseph Auslander)The time has come for me to put down my pen, say good night, and bid you farewell.I’ve always felt that self-eviction is the best eviction. Sort of like quitting before your boss tells you you’re fired. Get out

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A thousand times I've failed, still Your mercy remains.And should I stumble again, I'm caught in Your grace.Everlasting, Your light will shine when all else fades.Never ending, Your glory goes beyond all fame.Your will above all else.My purpose remains the art of losing myself in bringing You praise.Everlasting, Your light will shine when all else fades.Never ending, Your glory goes beyond all

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This is a cool little gizmo. Gadget. Gidget. Thingee-magig. Powerful devil-magic. Whathaveyou.It'll tell you how much of the world you've seen (and by seen, they don't mean places you've seen on TV, but places you have wtinessed with your own two eyes). Behold: Visited Countries. Apparently I've only seen 2% of the world. That makes me sad. I would like to have seen at least 50% before I die. I

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It's hard to believe it's been so long since I've posted anything on here.I have no excuses.I am a bad man. A very bad man.Before I write anything of importance (I use the word 'importance' very lightly, mind you) I have to mention my incredible good luck with the last few CD's I've bought. Usually what happens to me is that I buy a good CD, buy another that turns out to be not so hot, then get

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I've been busy the last little while making a film. I've had a very limited budget, and I'm not sure where to go with the script. Plus I've been forced to film in India. It's all very complicated.But if anyone would like to take a look, this is what I have so far. It's called, "The Guys In The Field Who Are Bad and Also Good Looking".

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Ok, I just have to post these. They're getting old, sure. But I keep reading new ones and I keep laughing and I keep thinking I need to share them with the world (and by world, I mean myself). So here we go.--- THEY CALL HIM CHUCK. CHUCK F$#%IN' NORRIS!Chuck Norris' tears cure cancer. Too bad he has never cried.Rather than being birthed like a normal child, Chuck Norris instead decided to punch

the Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04631266045657539310noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11449623.post-1137803800552926702006-01-20T16:30:00.000-08:002006-01-20T16:40:03.766-08:00

If any of you happen to be in New York City on January 22, be sure to take part in No Pants Day. It's guaranteed to be good times.No Pants 2K6 All are invited to participate in the 5th Annual No Pants! Subway Ride. The event will take place at 3:00 PM on Sunday, January 22. Everything you need to know is on this page. REQUIREMENTS FOR PARTICIPATION 1) Willing to take pants off on subway 2)

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Further investigation into the phenomenon known as "The Third Nipple":Cancer Hope Over Breast Gene FindThe discovery of a gene involved in breast development may help in the fight against cancer, scientists say.The gene - named Scaramanga after the three-nippled James Bond villain in The Man With The Golden Gun - was found by an Institute of Cancer Research team....When an embryo is developing,

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Apparently I've been tagged. I'm supposed to write five strange things I do and pass it on. Okee dokee. Let's see.Five Strange Things I Do1. I tie my shoelaces with two 'bunny ears'. I actually have no idea how to tie them any other way.2. When I hang posters up, I use a tape measure to make sure they are spaced evenly.3. I collect toys.4. I sometimes burst into song, making up lyrics as I go.

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All the useless (or not so useless) information we don't need to know about. But heck, if the conversation sucks, pull out one of these babies. I'm telling you -- works better than alcohol.100 Things We Didn't Know This Time Last Year(BTW, this is from the BBC, ie. Europe. Keep that in mind when reading #41.)Some personal favourites: 8. Devout Orthodox Jews are three times as likely to jaywalk as

the Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04631266045657539310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11449623.post-1135640784774130142005-12-27T23:38:00.000-08:002005-12-28T00:25:52.640-08:00

I keep waiting, hoping I'm going to actually *feel* like writing this post, but so far the desire hasn't shown up. So I'm just going to go ahead and do it.Part of the reason I don't feel like writing this post is that I'm tired of trying to explain my life to everyone. I don't mean that in any rude sort of way, only that telling the same story, or attempting to, gets both exhausting and redundant

the Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04631266045657539310noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11449623.post-1134650155522749882005-12-15T04:26:00.000-08:002005-12-15T04:35:55.536-08:00

Q: What do you get when you combine Christmas lights, music, and a homeowner with too much time on their hands?A: Dancing Christmas Lights.

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Today was a day of much learning.Our last Psychology class of the semester was this morning. We had to do some debates. Early in the year we were divided into groups and given specific topics to work with. The topic I was assigned to was "Genetic Testing Should Not Be Performed on Unborn Babies"."Ok. Great. Not too hard. I can work with that," I thought. My team was assigned the "Against"

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There is so much to do lately, being the last week of the semester (and therefore ridiculous papers and exams to write), I have had no time to sit and write anything that I would like to write. So once again I leave you a quote.Don't be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment. (Ralph Waldo Emerson)And to make myself feel better about quoting, I quote:By necessity, by

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This is amazing. Let's face it. There's a lot of movies out there and very little time to watch them in. Well sit back and relax, because your troubles are solved! We here at Movie-A-Minute have come up with a solution. We've taken several classic and contemporary movies and extracted the important stuff, cutting out all the filler. (You'd be surprised how much filler there is sometimes.) With

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Some mornings it just doesn't seem worth it to gnaw through the leather straps.(Mitchell Rothberg)

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We've all wanted to fly. It's a scientific fact*. Well, now we can.Leave the kites at home, children, because today you can become the Fly Guy. Step into excitement, my friends.*There is absolutely no evidence to support this idea. No studies have been done, nor have any scientists made such a ridiculous claim. The author uses the term 'scientific' in a very loose, generalized, and all-around

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A mighty pain to love it is, and 'tis a pain that pain to miss; but of all the pains, the greatest pain is to love, but love in vain. (Abraham Crowley)

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O Captain, My CaptainWalt WhitmanO Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done,The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;But O heart! heart! heart!O the bleeding drops of red,Where on the deck my Captain lies,Fallen cold and dead.O Captain! my Captain!

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Ok, this is the coolest beer ad I think I've ever seen, and definately the biggest...

the Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04631266045657539310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11449623.post-1132623820048774532005-11-21T17:33:00.000-08:002005-11-23T06:37:48.726-08:00

Anyone remember The Muppet Show? Anyone remember the Swedish Chef? Of course you do. And now you can relive those magical television cooking moments...I found this hilarious extension for FireFox the other day -- turn it on and all your web pages will be translated into his gibberish, semi-Swedish, "Børk! Børk! Børk!" language. It's funny stuff.

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I get these Apple e-mail flyers every few days. It seems to me those guys spend too much time in their offices making things out of plastic and not enough in reality. Here's what they seem to think my Christmas list looks like, and what I should be buying:Mom: iMac G5Dad: iBook G4Sister: iPod NanoFriend: Airport ExpressYeah, so ok, this kid who has four people on his list and about $6, 000 to

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Batter My HeartJohn DonneBatter my heart, three-person'd God ; for you As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ; That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new. I, like an usurp'd town, to another due, Labour to admit you, but O, to no end. Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend, But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.

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Not being sure of what to do with one's life, this short span of time, can be somewhat worrisome. Yet, thankfully, things keep popping up here and there to encourage me, to challenge me to take chances and experiment and to try new things and generally just get a feel for life, rather than curl up in the corner where it's safe -- where I can make sure nothing sneaks up behind me.Part of those "

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Semi-NEWSFLASH: I just discovered that Bono is only 5'6" - 5'7". I'm taller than Bono? Great Scots.(NOTE: You may be thinking, "So what?" And you'd be right. But I was suprised. So there.)

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I admit, I was curious to find out how much I would sell out for. Apparently not much.On Average, You Would Sell Out For$284,274At What Price Would You Sell Out?I think what took me down a few dollars was this question: "For ten million dollars, would you spike everyone's drink with LSD at Thanksgiving?" Of course I would. C'mon -- it doesn't specify how much LSD. And besides, with ten million

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Crazy - just what I needed to hear today.Worry not about the possible troubles of the future; for if they come, you are but anticipating and adding to their weight; and if they do not come, your worry is useless; and in either case it is weak and in vain, and a distrust of God's providence. (Hugh Blair)Now, if I could only get that into my heart...

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If you haven't heard it, P.O.D.'s newest single, "Goodbye for Now", is up. Go listen. I'm liking it. I think their new CD is going to be amazing. I'm especially excited that Matisyahu is going to be singing guest vocals on one of their songs. That guy is rad. (You can hear some of his music here. Who'd a thought it - Jewish Reggae. Sheesh!)

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This made me laugh -- Romance of the Jedi. Good times. Good times.(It's amazing what a little bit of editing and some new music can do.)

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This above all: to thine own selfbe true,And it must follow, as the nightthe day;Thou canst not then be false toany man.(Shakespeare)

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I like poetry.Believe it or not.Well, some poetry.I'm picky.I think I'm going to start posting some of my favourites on here, every now and then. To get the ball rolling, I offer one of my most loved:He Wishes For The Clothes of HeavenHad I the heaven's embroidered cloths,Enwrought with golden and silver light,The blue and the dim and the dark clothsOf night and light and the half-light, I

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They've got the new music video to Sigur Ros' song, "Glósóli" posted up on the Relevant TV site - it's at number 2 right now, but it moves alot. Go check it out. (Seriously, their music gives me goosebumps sometimes...)Also, while you're there, watch the music video for Bloc Party's new song, "Two More Years". I like it.

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It's inventory time.Time to take stock of my existence so far.My life has always been about me. Sure, there've been times ( maybe only moments but moments nonetheless) where I've put aside my selfishness long enough to actually do something meaningful (or somewhat meaningful) for another human being -- yet for the most part I'm all about me, doing what needs to be done for my personal survival

the Stewarthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04631266045657539310noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11449623.post-1130575533999954072005-10-29T01:42:00.000-07:002005-10-29T01:47:01.083-07:00

...we could hibernate like animals do. Or at least had the option. It would be nice to sleep for a long, long time.

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There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in

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I just saw this on Yahoo! News - FireFox has been downloaded 100 Million Times, even before their one-year anniversary. Pretty impressive.Gotta say, I love my FireFox. Compared to Internet Explorer, well, there is no comparison. If you do decide to give it a try (or you already do), make sure to find a good theme - I have the 'Brushed' theme, and, I must tell you, I find it mucho wonderful-o.

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Step 1. Turn computer On.Step 2. Turn speakers up to "Loud".Step 3. Click here.Step 4. Do a little dance.

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I got a new copy of my driver's license in the mail today, and included in the envelope was a form to register to be an organ donor. I already registered last year, but it reminded me both how easy it is and how important it is. It's quick to register and heck, if you're dead, why would you care? You aren't using it anymore. And besides, think of the people you could possibly be helping. Ever see

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Instead of doing my homework this afternoon, I was watching some old re-runs of CSI -- Season 3, to be exact. I started watching one episode, number 312, called "Got Murder?" and right away I remembered seeing it on TV. And I also remember it being one of the more disturbing ones. In the end, we find out that this teenage girl was in love with her dad (her mom had left some years ago and she sort

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So Sha had this link on her blog awhile ago. It makes me laugh everytime. And it may come in handy one of these days, you never know.The Biblical Curse Generator Lost for a smart remark to see off your enemies? Unable to deliver that killer insult? Put an end to unscriptural restraint with the amazing Biblical Curse Generator, which is pre-loaded with blistering smackdowns as delivered by Elijah,

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Some satire for the easily amused, compliments of Lark News - The Best Source for Ridiculously Funny and Sometimes Sacreligious Fake Christian News (think The Onion).Hip youth pastor now completely unintelligible AUSTIN — After immersing himself in popular slang phrases, youth leader Dave Jackson has become completely unintelligible to members of his church, even the youth."We stopped

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Imagine that - "Vancouver is the world's most desirable place to live" (of the 127 cities considered in a study). Well, it is pretty darn nice. I can't argue with that. It was great to see that other Canadian cities were ranked so high also -- Toronto, Calgary and Montreal were all on the list. Viva la Canada!

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Good times! Found the teaser for the new Superman movie, Superman Returns -- June 30, 2006. Doesn't really show much, but enough to get me hoping (I guess that's why they call it a "teaser")...fingers crossed.Click here. Or there. Wherever you'd like.

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This is hilarious -- talk about an "Oopsee!" Any public speakers nightmare (but mostly preachers)....would you call this a Freudian Slip?!

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We all rise and fall.Beloved (Us), Rise and FallLife is so big. There are so many details, so many ups and downs, so many twists and turns, so many happy things and sad things and things that don't seem to be so easily categorized. Some days are great, others not so much. Some times I feel in control, and others I feel very much like "I'm just a ship lost at sea" (Matthew Good). It's funny how

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Well. School has begun. Again. And I really don't want to be here. But I've gotta get it done. I just gotta. And it will be so. Because it must be so. That's why.I went and saw The Exorcism of Emily Rose last night. I didn't go voluntarily, that's for sure. I had suggested going to a movie to my roommate and his brother, and that was what they wanted to see. I told them I didn't want to, but by

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It is ridiculously depressing how long it has been since I've written a post. I mean, one would think nothing has happened/is happening in my life right now or that I fell down an abandoned mine shaft and despite screaming at the top of my lungs for hours, days, on end, to no avail, I decided to settle down and build myself a home and, through the powers of evolution, bypass my reproduction

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David Gray's new CD is coming out September 13. If you want to listen to an hour and a half long concert of his where he plays a ton of his new stuff, click here. I'm excited. I love David Gray. He makes me happy.

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Not too long ago the American Film Institute made a list of the 100 most memorable movie quotes of all time. The other day I was reading the National Post at work, and I found a hilarious article about the list, where they took the top 7 of those 100 and translated them into Japanese, and then back into English (courtesy of the internet). I thought it was pretty funny, especially since I was just

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Ou! Ou! I'm so excited -- Death Cab for Cutie has a new single on their site, Soul Meets Body, from their upcoming CD (August 30). Yes, gentle folk -- it's good times on the internet. Let the lords and the serfs rejoice alike....no time to chit chat though. I gotta get to work (speaking of serfs...).

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Do you ever feel like your life is one big circle? Like life is on repeat -- you deal with the same situations over and over, the same problems and issues and lessons on an almost predictable basis?Last night I went for a walk and it sort of hit me that this summer has been almost a repeat of the last ten years of my life. As if I've had to deal with things all over again, some of them for the

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It's always crazy when God brings a song, or anything really, to you right when you need to hear it the very most. I've had this CD (Relient K's MmHmm) for a little while now, and only just paid attention to the words of the last song. I'm glad I did.When I Go Down by Relient KI'll tell you flat outIt hurts so much to think of thisSo from my thoughts I will excludeThe very thing thatI hate more

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This picture made me laugh (for some reason, the depressive pessimist in me feels like it found a new life motto...). I found it on my friend Ian's website, so I have to give credit where credit is due. That guy is hilarious.

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When it comes to movies, it seems to me critics and audiences almost never fully agree. I usually check out Yahoo! Movies to see what sort of letter grade a new movie will average. And more often than not, the critics and the audience ratings are the opposite -- the audience will like it, averaging a letter grade of, say, an A-, and the critics will average something like a C+ on the same movie.

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Here is some serious dancing for all of you twinkle-toes out there (stolen from thadwiddle's blog). My favourite part is the Matrix-style dance move. I have a hunch that those guys have way too much time on their hands...Speaking of dancing men, is it just me or is that "old man" that does the crazy dancing on the Six Flag's commercials the creepiest person on television? He scares me. No one his

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Who needs pain to survive?I need pain to change my life.(Billy Corgan, Camera's Eye)Life is ridiculous. It just is. I don't think that's necessarily a bad thing, it's just a fact. It's one of those things you've got to accept sometimes. And if you're wondering what I'm talking about when I say 'life', I suppose all I mean is existence, and the span of time that we've created to chart that

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Action and reaction, ebb and flow, trial and error, change - this is the rhythm of living. Out of our over-confidence, fear; out of our fear, clearer vision, fresh hope. And out of hope, progress. (Bruce Barton)All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another. (Anatole France)

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Today was a nice day driving home from work -- it seems to me there were only a few idiot drivers, instead of the usual migratory mass of them (who all happen to be wanting to go somewhere ever so important all at the same time and in as little time as possible -- little old ladies in big cars beware.). But it was hot. Hot like a ... big burning ... hot sun . Or something. Yesterday the radio

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I just finished reading Searching For God knows What by Donald Miller (of Blue Like Jazz fame). Wow. That guy has some stuff to say, that's for sure.Blue Like Jazz is somewhere on my list of all-time favourite books (well, the non-fiction category anyway). So when he came out with SFGKW I knew I'd have to grab it. It took me a bit longer to read. I bought it, read a couple chapters, and then let

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Ever have those days where it is painfully hard to see anything beautiful in life? It's like everything is less wonderful -- all the colours are dull, the birds are silent, the giant, ancient trees are wilting. When it seems like the whole world is under some sort of evil sorcerer's spell? That day is my today. I feel very unmoved. Very unimpressed with everything. Very sad about life. It feels

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"May barbarians invade your personal space!"Today I feel random. Once again. So what the heck. Time to write about things completely unrelated to each other.1. I don't think I've ever posted up here what the meaning of my blog address is: multum in parvo. In fact, multum in parvo is a Latin phrase meaning much in little. I like Latin. I can't speak or read Latin, but Latin is interesting to me

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I watched Coach Carter last night. Glad I didn't spend the extra $4 and see it in the theatre when it came out. Pretty marginal movie. The story was good -- considering it was based on a true story. But the acting was lame, and the script definitely lacked some...oomph. It felt like they were trying too hard to be 'hip', in an MTV sort of way, while still delivering a 'good' message about working

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I can remember a time, not too long ago, when I didn't take much of anything very seriously. Then somewhere along the line, probably around the time I was getting the metaphorical crap kicked out of my emotions, I started taking everything so very seriously indeed. Of course, it wasn't as if I couldn't or didn't laugh. I laughed and still do laugh a lot. And easily. But for some reason I got all

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All through the day on Saturday I just had this feeling welling up in my throat to cry. I don't even know what about, just that I wanted to cry. I think it's been a build up of a million things and since today is a day off, not having to think about anything sort of felt like letting a wall down. I actually felt like Edward Norton in Fight Club, where at the beginning he talks about going to

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It's true. It was on TV.Click here to see what really went down.

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Welcome to the planet. Welcome to existence. Everyone's here.Welcome to the fallout. Welcome to resistance. The tension is here, between who you are and who you could be, between how it is and how it should be.(Switchfoot, Dare You To Move)What is it about having a good week that makes it mandatory it will be followed by a crappy one? It seems to me that whenever I feel good, I have a hard time

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There are a few things in life that make me furious, and infidelity in marriage is at the top of my list.I was at work last night, and on my lunch break I was reading the newspaper and I came across one of those "Dear Abby" type columns, where someone writes in and the wise old (paid) sage gives advice. Well in this issue some lady writes in asking for advice because she has fallen madly in love

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Two drums and a cymbal fall off a cliff......ba dum, ksh!

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I've been having a good week. Life just feels good for once in a long time. I feel content. I really do. I like where I'm at, what I'm doing, the general sway of things, as it were. I feel energized. I feel like smiling. There are probably a few reasons for it. One of them being having a new friend. Friends are good things to have. They'll save you from the worst of times (as all of my friends

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Lamentations 3:21-32Yet this I call to mindand therefore I have hope:Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed,for his compassions never fail.They are new every morning;great is your faithfulness.I say to myself, "The LORD is my portion;therefore I will wait for him." The LORD is good to those whose hope is in him,to the one who seeks him;it is good to wait quietlyfor the salvation of

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Birthday's are funny. I mean, really, it's like everyone is saying, "Happy Birthday! You lived through another year -- here's hoping you survive one more!" It's like a mini-celebration that death hasn't gotcha yet. Life is good. Death is bad. Here's a cake. Which may or may not lead to your demise.Last week on the way home from work I had these intense urges to do crazy things with my car. It was

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This is the birthday card that my sister's boyfriend, Joseph, gave to me. I laughed and I laughed and I laughed. I mean, look at that guy's expression! Oh geez. I'm still laughing.

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Read this article. It scares me and encourages me all at the same time.

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If Abraham Lincoln used PowerPoint, this is probably what the Gettysburg Address would have looked like. Really loses something, I think...Gettysburg Cemetery Dedication

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It's been super hot this week. I mean, hot hot. Sauna hot.This week I work from 3-11pm. Which means when I'm driving to work at 2pm, the sun is blazing. It's so hot I have the window down and my arm hanging out -- hoping to get some relief from the burning flames of hellish weather. On Monday I get to work, go into the bathroom, am washing my hands, look up and notice that one of my arms is

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Well, I am house sitting out in the boonies this weekend, with no internet. It's a very funny feeling not being "connected". They have a few channels on the ol' TV, and yesterday I happened to catch a bit of this technology show. Anyway, they had a lady on it, a professor from the University of Calgary, and she was talking about how big of an impact technology has on us, and how for the most part

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In my last post I mentioned how much I loved to swing (on the swings). I also said I like to go for walks. Well, the other night while I was trying to waste some time I did both. I like walking at night because it's usually quiet, and it's nice and cool, and it just feels very peaceful -- good thinking time. And cigar-smoking time. MmMm.Just before I got back to my house I stopped and sat on the

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Alright, I'm feeling random (it seems to be going around lately), so brace yourself for some unrelated topics. (Note: You don't literally have to brace yourself. Unless you want to. I won't argue.)First off, to see a hilarious video (American Idol at its finest), click here. I laughed so much. Oh how I laughed.I bought the relatively-new Hillsong United CD the other day, Look To You. Such an

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As I was driving to work today, getting frustrated by slow drivers and then by having someone ride my as...tail...for 10km, I was thinking about how crazy it is that there are currently 6 billion people on the earth, and another who-know's-how-many billion who have lived and died, and how all of us are unique. I mean, we've all been told we're like snow-flakes -- no two are identical (unless

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In that last post, I listed the song "On Fire" by Switchfoot as being one song I listen to a lot and/or that means a lot to me. Well, it's both of those things. This past while (being, oh say, the last 2 years at least) has been strange, in that I've been changing and growing and sometimes un-growing in ways that I always find hard to put to words (and no, I'm not talking about puberty, folks).

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It seems a metaphorical torch has been passed across the metaphorical web, from Sha to moi (geez, what a nice rhyme -- that is, if you pronounce it "Shaw" -- fingers crossed). So as to make her proud, I will try my best to answer the questions truthfully, honestly, and rightly. Wait. That's a bit redundant. In that case, I will also try to answer them with dignity, honour, and pride. The torch

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I just read this morning that 50 Cent's real name is Curtis Jackson. I find that pretty funny. Mr. Gangsta is really Mr. Joe-Blo. I think it's about time for me to get a cool rap name. Maybe like...Glass Pain. See that? 'Pain' instead of 'Paine'. Clever hey? No? Hm. How about Automobillionaire? Except I'm not rich, and I don't have a car, so that doesn't really work. Geez. I guess I'll just have

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It's making me sad how little I've been writing. There are these huge gaps between posts. I love writing, too, which is what makes it so depressing. It's like not peeing for a few days. Ok, ok -- it's not that serious...In the last post I mentioned that (and I quote) "[t]wo of my sisters are still in high school, and at times I almost wish I could be back there" (Kyle Stewart, The Business of

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Today was my "first day" of work. Spent half of the day reading safety manuals and watching hilariously cheesy safety videos (one of them had a host who looked and talked like the guy from Unsolved Mysteries -- it was awesome: "The day was April 8, 1977, the location Alabama." **insert chilling horror music**). Spent the other half trying to learn/memorize what I'm supposed to be doing. I hate

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It's been a week since my last post -- a ridiculous amount of time, I know. But it has been for good reason: I didn't have the internet! I'd love to post things using only telekinetic powers, but I can't seem to bend the spoon, let alone access the internet via my brain. Oh well.The past week has been eventful. It's crazy to think how much can happen in such a short period of time. Last week was

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It is also good to love: because love is difficult. For one human being to love another human being: that is perhaps the most difficult task that has been entrusted to us, the ultimate task, the final test and proof, the work for which all other work is merely preparation. That is why young people, who are beginners in everything, are not yet capable of love: it is something they must learn.

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I love getting my hair cut. Well, in general. I mean, I like the feeling, even though it's rare that I'm satisfied with the way the person cut my hair. For crying out loud, how hard is it to follow my instructions? Can't they understand I want it like Brad Pitt's? How frickin' hard is that to do?! But anyway. I like having my hair cut. It feels nice to touch. Do you want to touch my hair? (Say no

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"Damn the torpedoes! Full speed ahead!" (Admiral Farragut, as quoted by Stop Five Records)I was thinking the other day (ok, why do most of my posts start this way -- "I was thinking" -- as if I could write anything and not have thought...geesh) about the sort of movies, music, books that I like and it occurred to me that the ones that mean the most to me are the ones that show people as very ...

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I just watched "The Corporation" last night. Oh. My. Goodness. If you find it at the movie store, rent it. (Of course, be warned -- it's a documentary, and it's 2.5 hours long. But it is well worth your time.) I was incredibly convicted by the end.Because I'd have a ridiculously hard time trying to explain it myself, I'll just quote the website for you:THE CORPORATION explores the nature and

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Today's Subject: Movies.I was thinking (for some reason) about who my top 10 favourite actors are. These are 10 actors whose movies I will go see no matter what -- I see their name, I go (Ok, ok. Within reason.). I was at first startled to realize there were no girls on my list ('What could it all mean?'). But I think that there just aren't a whole lot of female actors I'm particularly fond of (

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Here's a bit of pressing news I felt I should pass on to you:"LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - Wendy's International Inc. on Friday doubled to $100,000 the reward it is offering for information on the origin of a human finger found last month in a bowl of chili at one of its restaurants."(Full article at Yahoo! News, April 15, 2005)Who knew the fast-food industry was such a dangerous place?- - -

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I've fallen in love with the song, "Jerk It Out" by Caesars. "What song is that?" you ask."Oh, you've heard it," I reply. "It's the song on that iPod commercial. The green one. Yeah, that one." (An excerpt from a recent conversation I had with myself. It didn't end well.)Every time I see it I just want to go out and buy an iPod (damn those Marketing Genuises). But because I can't afford one, I

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I found this on my computer today. I forget where I got it from. But it always makes me laugh.

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Change is inevitable - except from a vending machine.(Robert C. Gallagher)I was thinking last night about how much I have changed over the last year-to-year-and-a-half. And I was thinking about how subconscious and undetected that change was, for the most part. I suppose that's the way personal change is -- rarely something obvious and instantaneous. Which is a scary, scary thought. Because if

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I finished another book last night: The Death & Life of Superman (Roger Stern). The writing in the book wasn't the best (let's just say you could tell it was written by someone who writes a lot of comic book scripts), but the story kept me hooked. I love Superhero stories. I don't know why. In real life, the thought of middle-aged men running around in tights doesn't do it for me. But somewhere

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I just finished reading 1984 this morning. Geez. What a book. For some reason I was under the impression that it had a more optimistic ending. I don't know where I got that idea from. I suppose I just assumed all books had some sort of happy ending, or at least hinted at one. Still, though, it was good stuff. I even danced around my house naked just to celebrate my freedom. Ok. No I didn't. But I

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Do you ever hear a new band (well, new to you anyway) and think to yourself, "How in the world did I survive all this time without this music?" It happens to me every once and awhile. The other day the same thought occured to me when I heard Bloc Party. There are a lot of bands that are doing that to me lately. I feel as if I've uncovered this whole other musical universe that I'd been ignoring

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Welcome love/I have made a place for you here/I know every word they say/I know how they want to make you change/Change if you want, but don't you go and change for me/I will love you as you are/I didn't mean to make you want to go and leave/It's a fight between my heart and mind/no one really wins this time/If you don't find the love you want, if I have acted ungracefully, I don't want to see

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