I am the plum smuggler.
I'm gonna go ahead and deem August as no grocery month. I've barely set foot in a grocery store this month...except for camping supplies. I have been eating out way too much. It's kinda nice, but not nice on the wallet. September I'll try to get back on track...but it's August 23rd already and I'm just gonna write the rest of the month off.
Flugtag was good...but would have been better had they accepted Team Laces Out. Our entry was rejected and we were dejected. Herch and I checked out the event on Saturday though (Herch slept in and missed the ferry...lazy bastard). A few entries were worthy of flugtaginess.
Saw Phantom of the Opera. Impressive production! The backstage at the Queen E must be huge...they had some very large set pieces and props. The story didn't really do anything for me...it's a love story. The production and props and sets and just the whole thing was good though. Too much singing though. I do love that Phantom of the Opera riff though...I love pipe organ regardless.
I gotta call my grandma and wish her a happy birthday!
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
I don't like to admit defeat often. I'll do it when I'm truly defeated...I try not to be a sore loser. I don't want to admit defeat at work...I like to believe I can handle whatever gets thrown at me. And really, what gets thrown at me is not all that difficult to handle. It's just that lately I've felt really scattered and unfocused and because of that I don't seem to be getting anything done. I've been having some unproductive days and I feel bad about it...a bit. I'm still feeling let down and a bit angry with the company for firing some good people last month.
Monday night I actually beat Herch at foosball...twice! Since then I have gone back to sucking.
You'd think that not having a girlfriend, and not even getting much interest from women would be motivation enough for wanting to work out and lose a bit of weight...but apparently no, it's not. Fancy that! One day I'll find some motivation. I do have running and some racquet sports...so really I just need to start working on gut loss.
I sit in front of computers too much.
Monday night I actually beat Herch at foosball...twice! Since then I have gone back to sucking.
You'd think that not having a girlfriend, and not even getting much interest from women would be motivation enough for wanting to work out and lose a bit of weight...but apparently no, it's not. Fancy that! One day I'll find some motivation. I do have running and some racquet sports...so really I just need to start working on gut loss.
I sit in front of computers too much.
Monday, August 14, 2006
It's been so long since I posted, I almost forgot my password! I'd like to give a shout out to Sara and all my other fans in internets land!
Lately, my truck can be found parked in front of the Dairy Queen at Admirals Walk a lot. I seem to be addicted to their half-pound flamethrower burger...it's fuckin' good! Now, I have not been to every Dairy Queen in town, nor have I tried the flamethrower at the ones I have been to, but I must give props to the Admirals Walk DQ...they truly do treat you right! The store is well managed, and puts out a quality product. I'd vote it best DQ in town if there ever was such a poll. Care is put into the food that I receive from them...unlike the downtown location which, while good, just doesn't have the same level of quality.
Something I got thinking about today as I munched on my flamethrower is why we in Canada haven't fully adopted the metric system. We're kinda half way there. It started with me thinking about the half-pound flamethrower...why half-pound? Why not quarter kilo? That sounds pretty cool to me. "Hey, can I get a Quarter Kilo Flamethrower please?" I'd order that! But it goes well beyond the burgers...our imperial roots are pretty deep. Construction measurements are often still done in imperial rather than metric. It's still a 4x8 sheet of plywood when you go to the lumber yard. I know my height in feet and inches no problem...I have to think a moment if I'm asked in metres and centimetres (182cm). Weight...same thing. When I lived in New Zealand...they're quite metric. McDonald's may still sell the Quarter Pounder, but pretty everyone knows their height in centimetres and their weight in kilograms. Really, in Canada, we've only adopted the metric system for distances, and to some extent weight (grocery stores are onto the grams). I'm sure it's our proximity to the US that keeps us more imperial than necessary...I wish they'd start the push to change themselves over.
I really need to start running more. Less than 2 months to the half marathon and I plan to run the whole thing this year. I need to get out more regularly and start upping my distances.
Work...work is fine, but it kinda sucks too. Still a black cloud hanging over the station a bit and people are stressed with the changes of last month.
Lately, my truck can be found parked in front of the Dairy Queen at Admirals Walk a lot. I seem to be addicted to their half-pound flamethrower burger...it's fuckin' good! Now, I have not been to every Dairy Queen in town, nor have I tried the flamethrower at the ones I have been to, but I must give props to the Admirals Walk DQ...they truly do treat you right! The store is well managed, and puts out a quality product. I'd vote it best DQ in town if there ever was such a poll. Care is put into the food that I receive from them...unlike the downtown location which, while good, just doesn't have the same level of quality.
Something I got thinking about today as I munched on my flamethrower is why we in Canada haven't fully adopted the metric system. We're kinda half way there. It started with me thinking about the half-pound flamethrower...why half-pound? Why not quarter kilo? That sounds pretty cool to me. "Hey, can I get a Quarter Kilo Flamethrower please?" I'd order that! But it goes well beyond the burgers...our imperial roots are pretty deep. Construction measurements are often still done in imperial rather than metric. It's still a 4x8 sheet of plywood when you go to the lumber yard. I know my height in feet and inches no problem...I have to think a moment if I'm asked in metres and centimetres (182cm). Weight...same thing. When I lived in New Zealand...they're quite metric. McDonald's may still sell the Quarter Pounder, but pretty everyone knows their height in centimetres and their weight in kilograms. Really, in Canada, we've only adopted the metric system for distances, and to some extent weight (grocery stores are onto the grams). I'm sure it's our proximity to the US that keeps us more imperial than necessary...I wish they'd start the push to change themselves over.
I really need to start running more. Less than 2 months to the half marathon and I plan to run the whole thing this year. I need to get out more regularly and start upping my distances.
Work...work is fine, but it kinda sucks too. Still a black cloud hanging over the station a bit and people are stressed with the changes of last month.
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