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It is amazing how inanimate objects can be as dangerous as Lonnies beersickle induced spider bites. Today’s score:

Kevin 0
Tree 1

Adam 0
Creek 1

Clem 0
Lost 1

Yes, we three accepted the challenges of Whistler once again. Today was extremely sweet as there was 18 cm of powder overnight on top of 27 cm of powder on the weekend. Suffice to say that as we were up there near opening, many runs were pure delight as no one had been on them. Of course, the good always comes with a price.

Post lunch, Kev and I make it down to the base of a chair we had said to meet and discover that Clem has disappeared into the wilds only to reappear at the car slightly dishevled post closing. While Clem is not as good skier/boarder as Kevin and I, he does manage to put a cautionary warning onto some of our more adventurous ideas. Thus after he was Lost to the wilds, it was no surprise that Kevin and I got ourselves into, and out of, trouble.

Trouble always seem to start around where I am on the chair looking down and say, “hey look Kev, that run looks pretty sweet and doesn’t have any tracks down it.” Kev doesn’t help the situation when he says, “yep, looks pretty knarly.” Thus trouble arrives on the scene. We head down the run (steppos/raven/club 21 all three black babies) singing praise for the sweet fresh snow and wondering why there ar no other tracks. After slipping through the trees avoiding the cliffs, we notice the only way out appears to be over an interesting steep wallyed gully. Kev takes off at a pretty fast speed, hits the gully and flys over the edge. Landing between two trees, he realizes that he has the option of going straight and castrating himself or he can swerve to the side and hit the tree. Pure man that he is, Kevin decided to save his crown jewels. Sadly, he didn’t enjoy hitting the tree.

Same gully ahead and after letting Kevin show me the way NOT TO GO, I decide to attempt “an easier route” away from the castrating trees (damm trees can be really deadly as we have discovered on slanty this week). Thus, I charged the gully in an attempt to get over it. Sadly the far wall was much higer than that near wall and I couldn’t get enough speed in the powder to make it over the gully. I quickly discover the gully is secretly hiding a creek that has not fully frozen over. Shit. Oh well, at least my board got a fresh wash.

Once again, an amazing day of boarding and skiing.

Here is a Mad Ape Den I wrote up for the movie ‘Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon‘. I wrote it a while ago and am just getting around to posting it now.. it could probably use some spicing up and fixes .. additions etc. are welcome in the comments section.

Eventually I get around to putting it in our Mad Ape Den section.

“Sit Cat, no see big bat”

Li Mu Bai is a man, Li and his rod are one, but he do not use his rod now.He ask his gal, Yu Shu, to lug his rod to an old man, Sir Te.

Yu is met by a wee gal, Jen Yu, who has to wed a man her mom and dad got for her. Her dad, Mr. Yu run the city.

A gal rob Sir Te of Li’s rod. Yu and gal who rob, hit and bat, it is one on one for the rod, but a man who Yu can not see use a pin gun at her and she can not get the rod.

The gal who rob Sir Te, is Jen Yu! She is a bad gal, her aid is the fox. The fox get Jen to hit at age ten, Jen is now rad, she can out hit the fox.

Now we see Lo. Jen and Lo had a lot of sex in a dry hut, Lo ask Jen not to wed.

Li’s gal, Yu, is sly she ask Jen to put the rod in Sir Te’s hut. As she put the rod in Sir Te’s hut Li see her and ask to aid her at rod use.

Jen is mad, so she run off. She set out to be a big bad guy. She hit and use rod to rap men, she cut the tip off the rod of men she hit, she is rad.

Li Mu Bai and Yu see Jen and ask her to end her bad guy act. She say “No Way” and use rod to hit Yu. As Jen fly off Li fly at her and on top of big fir Jen and Li hit and fly, and hit and fly. Li is a pro so he win. Li beg Jen to let him aid her at rod use, but Jen say no.

In the end Li lob his rod in H20. Jen go in H2O for rod but as she got it the Fox get her and put her in bed by the use of pot.

Li go to get Jen but Fox set a gun to lob pin at Li. Li jab the Fox but he is cut by a pin.

Jen can get a tea so Li not die but she is not apt. So Li die.

Jen go to see Lo. She is sad for Li and she try to pay for her bad. She do a big hop off the top of a big alp.

Did she hit mud or did she do as Lo say and not die? It is up to you.

This morning I was laying there, all nice and cozy (i.e. in bed) and I suddenly felt a pain in my shoulder. Being lazy I started to bend my mind around this pain so I didn’t have to move and scratch it.

Well eventually the pain became too much, I figured it must be god saying “get up you lazy bastard, you’re going to be late”. So I rolled over to scratch the itch.

Well, to my surprise I had to flick some determined spider from my back, the little bugger was biting me for all he was worth!

“Bastard” I thought. Bitten. Damn last time that happened I almost lost my leg…

So I begun to investigate the family/genus of the perp. and alas to no avail. I appeared that in my eager removal of the critter from my skin I had severely wounded him (something like that pic that Brad just e-mailed me… yuck.). So what sort of spider was it that bit me? How deadly is it? Will I live to be another year older (in July if anyone has forgotten… remember PRESENTS!)??

Anyway, went about my daily routine and here I am. Still alive, with MOST of the movement in the left side of my body…

Spider 0.
Lonnie 1.

Next competitor - the Snake.

“Let’s get it on!”

Stu and I
Sigh. We only just got to know each other a little while ago, but I think we’ve really bonded. And he’s so DREAMY! Unfortunately, Stu and I haven’t had a private moment together yet. Just in case you don’t remember, Stu is the disco ball in my office. I talk to Stu because talking to myself would be crazy. But talking to somebody is OK, even if they don’t say much themselves.

D-Day is getting closer, my roomies are cleaning up their computers and their desks. Needless to say, they’re pretty stressed (understandably), coz I don’t think anybody has nailed down another job yet. (At least, not the jobs they want.) Tense tense tense. Imagine trying to tell somebody who has a couple of days left that this redesign needs to be done by the end of today. (dead silence) I’m trying to be small and not get in their way. I mean really - what else can I do?

Cut, paste, cut, paste. Moving files from spot to spot, as I accumulate files that may be useful to me in the near future. Documents, fonts, original pictures. Cut paste cut paste. It gets a little tedious, and sometimes I make mistakes. Putting the contents of a folder to the desktop by accident

Mountain Man’s last hurrah
I’ve posted about Owen’s cabin get together/goodbye for Feb 10th. I’m just trying to bring more attention to it, because he needs confirmation sooner rather than later. A lot of us are crowd followers and somebody needs to take a stand. So just to get the ball rolling, Blondie and I are going. Please make a comment to say whether or not you are going and I’ll make sure that Owen gets the info.

Weekly Elephant
I’ll bet you thought I forgot the weekly elephant, huh? Well, never fear, that’s a SlantyNet tradition that will live on for a long time. (That and alcohol abuse…and 2D abuse.)

Props to OD for putting this one together. I’ll put it up somewhere on the site soon, so that people can use it to link us.

Did you miss all those Yankee ads that they played during the Superbowl because they were blocked out in your country? Catch them now on Superbowl Adcritic. Now you to can watch those overplayed Budweiser ads….and cry with the chimp over all that lost .com buisness.

Don’t know how we missed this piece of news, but the Globe and Mail reported on Saturday that Britain has approved via parliament to allow “therapeutic human cloning”

Aloha from the islands in the Pacific!

The vacation, thus far, is going well, although not without excitement! It all started with a large, rather drunk group in the airplane behind us…and then an overly excited customs guard (he kept telling me it was a “random check”, but I knew all he wanted to do was touch my underwear!!!

There are a number of men who are better endowed than I (with short skirts and all), beautiful wahinies (women), and also large people who simply aren’t wearing enough clothes!

I keep gettin ID’d everywhere I go…man, and the drinking age is 21! I’m practically a cougar now (it’s only OK if I say it!), so why are they checking my ID???

So far the weather has been pretty piss-poor! It’s been at least 30 degrees (too hot to do anything except lie in the sun), and it even rained today (and a damned pathetic rain at that - the sun was still shining and it just felt like a cooling mist!). Hey, at least Vancouver knows what weather is all about!!!

Anyways, just thought I’d drop a line and let you know “It’s just another shitty day in paradise”.

Okay, Kitty here - had to beat Blondie off the computer with a big fat banana leaf, but it only partially worked, as she seemed to enjoy it…oh god…why am I here???

Have another beer for us in our absence…and another…and another…and maybe a tequila or two…!

Watch out for the Trees!

Yes that’s right, a new evil lurks in Australia. Now we have to look up as well as down.

FALLING BRANCH KILLS MAN.
A freak accident claimed the life of a 29-year-old Sebastapol man at Barmah Caravan Park on Thursday night.

The man died from head injuries after he was hit by a massive redgum limb after walking outside his caravan annex at 10pm.

Life is just too dangerous down here. I advise anyone travelling my way to get GOOD travel insurance!