verbal diarrhea part II
Cholesterol, schmolesterol
14 June 2003 -- "What doesn't kill me can only make me stronger". "What doesn't kill me now will kill me later". These came to mind today when I found two particular potato chips so oily that they were translucent. I ate them. Deeeelicious.
Flatulence, at your service
10 June 2003 -- Alas, half a year is already past. By the way, that thing floating around is a stick man engaged in a common activity... hmm I guess you can see why I'm in a position to lament wasted time. (Addendum: if you don't know what the hell I'm talking about, you probably have an older internet browser. Still don't know what I'm talking about? Too bad.)
I suck
6 June 2003 -- Time for site overhaul. Actually I don't know why I bother. As if I get visitors not named Raymond Ho. Hey insaneray, I love what you've done with the place.
Squatters' rights
27 May 2003 -- I like to squat. Is this normal? I am squatting in my chair right now. I sometimes squat at the dinner table. On the toilet, well okay, I don't squat -- I actually sit down.
Bike seats not kind to male genitals
19 May 2003 -- Happy Victoria Day to all. The weather
is coming around so I've started my biking again. And with it again comes
pain pain pain in my crotch from sticking a rubber wedge called a bike seat
between my legs. Do you know how to ease this pain? I fear
it is threatening my family tree. owwww so sore...
Get spam and crap in the same place
6 May 2003 -- Microsoft has done it again...
providing the world with more crap. Or, should I say, more places to crap.
Their newest stroke of brilliance, the "iloo", is an internet-equipped
port-a-potty. Yuck. I don't know about you, but writing emails while
taking a dump is not a combination I've ever considered. Not to mention
that I wouldn't touch a computer that smells like poop and has been handled
by countless numbers of poopy hands. Further to that, the "wireless keyboard
can be used on lap." Ack! Now I definitely don't want to go near that
thing!
I am a poopy face
More than meets the eye...
28 April 2003 -- 0028h. Going to sleep soon,
which is early for me. I was riding the subway the other day and noticed
yet another anti-war sticker on the wall, reading to the effect of "War
determines not who is right, but who is left". Both insightful and clever,
I thought. Suddenly the voices of Paul Simon and Arthur Garfunkel reverberated
loud and clear through my mind -- "The words of the prophet are written on
the subway walls."
How true, how hauntingly true. And now at this moment I am overcome with
the urge to say: Transformers! pechoocheechoochooo! (that's the sound of
futuristic weapons firing) More than meets the eye. Transformers! Robots
in disguise... Wiser words there never were.
Bookmarks
21 April 2003 -- Many have often said that a man's bookmarks are
the windows to his soul. Ok by "many" I mean just me, and by "often" I
mean just this once. Nevertheless, I think you can learn a lot about someone
by looking at their web bookmarks.
Here are mine.
Delicious!
19 April 2003 -- Where's the easter bunny. I want to eat him.
Tastes like chicken.
Phwwaaaappp!
10 April 2003 -- I really should stop flatulating all the time.
I should also clean up this mess of a web page. These random
thoughts seem to be taking up quite a bit of space.
Rare interjection of seriousness
2 April 2003 -- Frustration! Being a busy-body
doesn't mean you're actually accomplishing anything, no sir. Throwing your
arms up in defeat doesn't mean you've tried altogether too much, no ma'am.
And good golly can't you utter a word that wasn't put in your mouth for
you?
Sorry for these (random?) blurts of blurting.
And now for something completely different (than the
above). I've realised over the years that, growing up here, I had
to be taught about diversity. As a youngster, I was actually
ignorant of its existence; I thought everyone was the same. It was
only through exposure to societal attitudes, through education, and through
experience that I later became cognisant of different cultures, skin colours,
religions, sexual orientations, birthplaces, beliefs, diets, skills, genetic
dispositions, and so on and so forth
It's not that I didn't know that these attributes existed.
But I didn't see anything so special about them to merit unique
attention and consideration. The differences between us were not
an issue to be treaded around carefully, to be celebrated, or to be tolerated.
In fact they weren't an issue at all. Diversity, for me, was just
a fact of life. Just as the rise of the sun every morning was an
undeniable truth, so too was diversity, and like the sun I saw no need
to give it a second thought.
Somewhere along the way, however, I think those second
thoughts started to be programmed into my head by uncontrollable forces.
So nowadays, I do actually see people as being "different" from me in
this and that way, and I immediately begin to think about what these
differences mean to me.
Be it right or not, however, I would much rather be
blind to our differences. Instead of being aware of how people are different,
I'd much rather understand how they are and who they are.
I want to know people absolutely, not through comparison. Alas for
years, society has trained me to be acutely aware of diversity, albeit
for the righteous motive of celebrating it.
I'm smart
27 March 2003 -- Hey mom,
look what I made.
If you can't take the heat...
20 March 2003 -- Some people really can't
handle stress. I've noticed lately that I can almost hear them
cracking under the pressure. Hey man, just suck it up and deal
with it... On an unrelated line of thought, here's a
fun little page with cool stuff about gears. I'm giving lessons to some grade 4 classes this Monday. They're learning about pulleys and gears, and I thought it would be fun to collect a bunch of stuff to show them on the computer... It looks like (see below) all of my links to pictures of nude protesters have expired. Oh darn.
Spam, the good
6 March 2003 -- Unsolicited junk emails are mostly useless, but sometimes so ridiculous that I can't help but laugh. e.g.
Subject: Fwd: you need a mega dong asap
-- or e.g.
Subject: Do you have a hairy chest?
Message: My name is Tammy and live in Canada.
I signed up with ifriends service to be able to find a man with a
hairy chest."
All I can say is, hahahaha!!!
Taking it off for a good cause
3 March 2003 -- What's with all the
naked
protesting? I'm still relatively young, I admit; young enough to not
be able to recall the last time that public sentiment on any issue was
strong enough to mobilize an incredibly vast and widespread amount of
people worldwide to protest. Indeed I've seen nudity in protests
before, but in those cases it was part and parcel with what was being
protested: gender issues, freedom of expression, etc. What use,
however, is the
public
display of flesh in protesting the Iraq situation? Is it that
protests of any sort have become so commonplace, so mundane, especially
in the west, that anything short of nudity
is just heard as white noise? If so, then this speaks volumes about
the depth and urgency of public concern; people are making sure that
they are heard, that they are not staging "just another" protest. This
time, we mean business.
That the impending launch of war weighs
heavily on our collective conciousness is evident everywhere I look.
I have a good chuckle every morning while walking past one particular
construction site. On the chain link fence, there is the standard
sign that warns of danger due to construction. However, somebody
has taken the liberty of crossing out "construction" and replacing it
with "George Bush" -- a humourous, yet eerie reminder.
This page sucks
19 February 2003 -- I'm hardly
surprised that almost nobody has looked at this page. For one,
I haven't bothered to tell many people about it. Additionally,
who in their right mind, coming across this page by chance, would decide
to waste their time here?
Anyway, I feel this cartoon nicely sums up some of my predicaments of late. And oh gosh my back aches like hell.
Wow what a party
6 January 2003 -- 2:45am. Sleeepy. Wheeeeeee!
28 December 2002 -- Wheeeee
26 December 2002 -- Ok well here is my cruddy
contribution to the ever-so-mind-numbing collection of personal
home pages on the web. It's not much to behold, but I had a
bunch of junk floating around my hard drive, and some more floating
around in my head...
Geez that guy in the picture is such a dork. oh wait.
crap
Me About
I'm really not all that exciting. I don't know why you are reading this. But if you must...
Name: guess the middle name... a lot of people have done so correctly
Birthdate: 29 Nov 1979
Currently resides in: Toronto
Occupation: graduate student (i.e. big geek)
Dislikes: tomatoes
Does: guitar, piano, inline skating, juggling, coffee
Dabbles in: aggro skating, cycling, yoga, erhu
Please buy me: an espresso machine
Ok I'm getting tired of doing this. Short attention span, I know.
You were probably better off not wasting your time here.... oops.
Maybe more some other day.