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I’m a little surprised that nobody has posted anything on the passing of Mr. Rogers. I was quite sad when I heard that Fred Rogers died, on Thursday. I used to love that show. I think my favourite part was watching the little red trolley car wind its way through the living room. I always wanted a train like that in my house. That was so cool…

So, thank you, Mr. Rogers. You made a lot of beautiful days for a lot of little kids. =)

I’m blaming the last post on being sore after working out. I’ve been pretty anal retentive about it lately, which is good. It makes me feel better about myself, especially when I gaze into the mirror. Helps that there is age/body appropriate spandex galore in the gym, which makes going a lot more tolerable. And when I say “body appropriate”, I mean female bodies. Men should not wear spandex, ever. IMO of course.


Oooh, ooh!

My first document labelled “CONFIDENTIAL” at work. That’s a good sign, right? (I used to deal with plenty of confidential documents in the hospital, patient information always is, but this document is cool, policy draft and stuff.)

After my poor showing at hockey yesterday and my plowing into Wolf and busting up his knee again, I don’t know if I deserve the right to post up another SlantyWars…but since no one is around to physically stop me, I’m a gonna do it.

“Hey, hey, we’re the Monkees,
And people say we monkey around.
But we’re too busy singing,
To put anybody down.”

I wish I could travel the earth in search of exotic ales and the finest brewed spirits. I know I am a peerless warrior and world class drinker all in one!

Huh?

Or, if that’s not huh enough for you:

Huh?

See what happens when I have the late shift around here? Things slip my mind…like today’s SlantyWars.

My bad!

As a side note, I’m going to be dropping off that passport I got in the mail last week to the passport office. Pain in the butt, the office is only open from 8:30am - 4:00pm.

Please return to your regular work-day excitment now…

“She was really bombed,
And I was really blown away,
Until I asked her what she wanted,
And this is what she had to say:
A pearl necklace.”

Why am I not surprised that a man named “Pumper” was arrested for this. To top it off, he has the best mugshot of the whole gang…

Just when I thought that the world couldn’t get any weirder. CHeck out this flash movie. I actually quite enjoyed it. However, what’s weird is that it’s done by the guy who wrote the All Your Base Are Belong to Us son, and who runs this site, which has turned up in our referrer logs, as in he has linked us. Granted he’s around about number 70 on the list of referrers, but he’s there. Mayhap the internet is a smaller place than I thought. Or it’s a conspiracy of some sort, one which I have yet to figure out, but would probably involve the masons on many levels.

It might also have something to do with Alex Van Halen’s activities on the 1984 tour. Jury’s still out on that one tho.

Or perhaps it’s run by Margret. Sweet jebus protect me from that woman, who I’ve never met, and probably never will, jebus willing.