Maybe the best thing about halloween is getting to see cute chicks wearing bunny ears and not having to pay for it.

New toilets were installed at work to replace the daily cloggers we had previous (either the plumbing was bad, or my co-workers take some pretty wild dumps). A day of downtime (the larger stinkier bathrooms were still available) got a lot of people excited about being the first to try and clog the new units as well.

The new johns are huge and not terribly attractive, have a rough lever pull and low water levels. I'd give them a 2/5 for being generally pretty crappy toilets. I wouldn't even dare call it a throne.

With the Indiana Jones trilogy finally making it to dvd, it's going to be a lot harder to convince people that I starred as Short Round in Temple of Doom.

I do a reasonably convincing "Indy! I love you. You my best friend!" but when the doubt continues, I just squint my eyes a little more.

The 1989 nerd movie/advertisement "The Wizard" featuring the totally awesome Nintendo Power Glove is only availabe on dvd in german. It's also called by its alternate porn title of "Joy Stick Heroes".

I should see if I can find the just as terrible Double Dragon and Mario Brothers movies somewhere.

I just love it when people die while doing stupid things.

While shopping last week in the states, I was somewhat horrified by the fact that even I was too small to fit into a small jacket at one of the stores we visited.

I'd been having to restock a lot of my wardrobe with smaller clothing this year, but retailers seem to be supersizing their clothes at the same time. At 5'6" and 160lbs (yeah, it's pure muscle), I'm now a small size at most stores, while similarly tall but slimmer people I know (who I don't consider to be either dwarfs nor midgets) now qualify as extra-small in the new sizing chart.

American based retailers like The Gap and its ilk seem to be upsizing their clothing for obesotrons as fast food outlets are shrinking tables to fit more gut into each booth. The most worrisome aspect of this is the quiet acceptance of this rather than alarm bells sounding over this trend.

I'm still waiting for someone to take on my dare of entering a cosmetic surgery office and requesting botox injections to remove all the wrinkles from their anus.

Fountains of Wayne have a great new album out. There's something about "geek love rock" that I identify so well with. Check the featured track over on the right about stacy's mom.

HAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWGGGGGGEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[20:01] Carmen: can you think of a 5 point rating scale which has poor on one end and fair in the middle and excellent at other end.....i'm needing 2 other words which indicate a little more and a little less than fair.....it's for a memory rating scale....

[20:02] evil jesus: I'd call the 2 a "poo air" since it's a mix of poor and fair. 4 could be "faxcellect".

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The high point of my day was watching ceebs put an entire 180cm roll of bubble tape into his mouth and chew it down until he could blow a bubble with it.

His mouth has way more capacity than I had imagined.

It's either my immaturity or my wild imagination that leads me to believe that every situation in life is mirrored metaphorically in either Top Gun or in Pulp Fiction.

Eric I and hit the US to observe obesity trends and revel in a bit of consumerism today. Noteworthy on this trip:

The US border guard said I must have a weird work schedule that allows me to go on shopping trips at 11:30AM. I pointed out that it was sunday. This was after I had already said I work a pretty standard 40 hour week between Monday and Friday.

From observing the border-close US shopping towns, americans are indeed disproportionately fat. I had thought this was an unjustified stereotype before today.

They are fat because they can buy 8 pieces of fried chicken for $3.

eating skippers, krispy kreme, jack in the box and supermarket fried chicken in a four hour span is really gross and takes its toll on even the finest machines of eating.

The Top Gun soundtrack makes for great highway music.

The shopping south of vancouver and north of seattle is pretty shite.

It's not every night in your life that you meet a girl who has sewn her own plush domo.

In an impromptu and late night vote, the word "cuddle" bested the word "snuggle" by a goodly margin.

Being in the "snuggle" camp myself, I was dismayed that such an appropriate word has had its image besmirched by a fabric softener mascot so badly, that rather than envisioning taking comfort in the arms of another, people think of a terrifying demon bear instead.

You're the man now dog!

Best viewed in IE. props to arch for keeping it alive.

If you trust my food sense at all whatsoever, you can cross a 7-11 taquito completely off the list of "bad but funny" things to put in your mouth.

The horror of the taste and texture killed all humor of the experience completely.

Being totally awesome, peter sent me a few gloomy keychains and four gloomy postcards. He's officially the coolest white guy I know in japan, unless Tom Selleck is still there shooting a sequel to Mr. Baseball.

For those who enjoy drinking vodka (chilled and neat with a wedge of lime) like myself, try out luksosowa. It's a polish potato vodka (as opposed to grain) that's creamy in texture with a very smooth rounded taste for only $21 a bottle.

If you're still drinking silent sam, I feel for you.

After dinner tonight, one of the events planned was a game where two teams put their bare knees up to a hole in a curtain where members on the other side try to guess who the owner is.

While the other team wasn't very accurate with their guesses, they did figure out fairly quickly that it was my ass and not my knee showing through that hole.

On a dark, cold, rainy day like this, all I want to do is curl up in bed with her and forget that the world outside exists.

After tracy's birthday meal at Guu with garlic and a gelato cone deep throating session at mondo, we ended up at stanley park for the ghost train ride.

The fifteen minute ride showcased elementary school quality props and more aliens than ghost, ghoulies, or goblins.

The only thing it managed to scare was my wallet out of $9.

From the IM logs:

It seems film fest movies have the ability to make people stupid since after exiting the vogue, some people decided it would be smart to stand on the road with their backs to traffic as buses and taxis approached.

It was particularly fitting though, as the movie we had just seen featured a scene where a retarded kid is run over by a train because he's too stu... errr... retarded to get out of the way.

The film fest ends with me coming out on top with three great movies, and one weird but expected one.

Zatoichi was perfectly beat takeshi. The blind gambling swordsman/masseuse slaughters men by the dozens and asano tadanobu's magnetism makes you empathize with him almost more (if not much more) than takeshi's zatoichi.

'Memories of Murder' and 'A Tale of Two Sisters' showcased korea's ability to make some of the best films coming out of asia currently which is a relief since Hong Kong cinema seems to have gone to shit lately. Two Sisters also stars one of the cutest chicks evar! (who is also way legal, so don't even start).

My current food obsession is the korean bi bim bap, a bowl of rice with various seasoned vegetables, a dab of meat, spicy red sauce and a sunny side egg on top that helps create the sauce.

It's simple, fairly inexpensive and delicious (when done right).

That coupled with jap chae (korean yam noodles) and the smoo from a tale of two sisters means that korea is totally giving me a boner.

I explained to coop that hot chicks make me want to do them, but cute chicks make me want to love them, but I had forgot to mention that chicks that are both hot and cute just make me melt.

I bought an electric toothbrush a few days ago, not because I'm too lazy to brush my own teeth but because I couldn't get enough travel to brush my wisdom teeth properly.

It reminded me though, that some people are in fact too lazy to do some basic things themselves, hence the invention of tools like this.

If I'm ever too lazy to jerk myself off, shoot me. In the ass even.

Says Zerlina of my first attempt at making meatballs:

Now that it's proven to happen in animals, I can blame nature and not nuture.

I don't usually listen to them, but I've got Age of Electric's 'Remote Control' and 'Ugly' going through my head and I can't concentrate or think straight until I hear those songs.

Unfortunately for me (and them too I suppose), they never made it big enough to have their mp3s sit on all sorts of file sharing networks, so I'm left with a scrambled brain from their lack of popularity.

I do have one of their CDs at home that I was once given, so relief is only a few hours away.

addendum: If I could buy these songs online in a non-rights-managed format (mp3) I would, but while the technology exists, the will doesn't. So instead, I just have to steal it.

It's interesting when really hot chicks are asking me questions because rather than listening carefully and coming up with an appropriate and helpful answer, I'm just thinking "you're giving me a boner".

(don't even think for a second that I'm the only guy that thinks this)

The guy at the coffeeshop commented on my shaking hand and made a caffiene joke as I handed him a twenty for my double espresso. It wasn't the first time someone had mentioned it, but it was the first time someone had mentioned it while it was still happening.

I looked at my hand and sure enough, without my notice or control it was shaking. Not terribly like an acute seizure, but a tremble that betrayed my will and left me thinking about it longer than I wanted to.

Being a control freak, it's one thing to be in a situation that defies your influence, but when your own body betrays you it can be downright nauseating. It could be nothing, but I'd be a liar to say I'm not at least a little scared.