We'll Always Make It Through.

I'm going to blame it on the Saturday mind set.

"A Sunday night shift from 11pm till 7am? Why the fuck not?!"

It was a shift i was sure i wasn't going to get till i found out Sunday morning that it was going to be a long day even if i started it at 2:30 in the afternoon.

from 9 till 10:30 i was bored out of my mind and worrying about the shitty night i was about to have, then 10:30 rolled around and i packed a lunch and dove to work.

They set me up on the "hardest job", it wasn't that bad, its just that i had to deal with sticky wrap and i sucked ass at it, word got out and i was moved to more of my speed.

I glued shit down for an hour and a half then the first break came. I took my MP3 but could only play it on break. any music is good music.

back to work only to find that the glue job i was enjoying was filled and i was moved once again.

this time to a job that had be running around to different stations. Its was ok but after 2 hours of it you start to think about walking out of the building before someone even remembers your gone.

Middle break and i wasn't hungry. Drank both of my juice boxxes.

Back to the same old shitty job of running about and placing shit on shit....whatever.

last break. found a $1 hiding in my wallet. Had the Mp3 going and drank Dr pepper and had my sandwich.

I turned around at one point to find i was the only one in the room, i got up and took off my MP3 player, a woman came in and said "your late sunshine, better hurry or your going to get in shit." i came back with a "oh no. oh no. what will i do?"

she said something else but i was already out the door before she was done talking.

7 rolled around and i grabbed my shit and got the fuck out. I guess i left early or something cause no one else was getting in there cars.

came home only to have to drive down to commissioners road cause dad dropped off the truck.

I drove back. Surprisingly we made it home alive.

I got afternoon shifts for Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursdays at the same place.

Now I'm going to have a nice coma.

(I hope i never wake up)

Viewed As Nothing More

Got up late. 7:30 late.

"Aw crap" I said as i rushed down the stairs, "I'm really fucked this time"

I called the temp peoples up and told them I'd be running late. They said "oh ok"

I took a quick shower, made some lunch, then got the fuck out.

I drove to the place thinking about the people working without me and how i was going to be all "drrrrrr alarm clock drrrrrr"

I walked in to see no one around, Dr. Phil popped up and was all "we don't work Fridays"

"you leave early Thursdays and you don't work Fridays? How does anything get done?" (he didn't hear me)

I guess i should have known this, I've worked at the place before, but that was months ago and I've worked at a few other places since then (add to me not being very sharp in the memory department) I can play the blame game all day. I've done stupider things then go to work on a day off. I was unlucky that no one said "Have a nice weekend" on Thursday cause then i would have asked them "What about Friday?". I should have asked questions and get some info, but I'm all in my head at work, I break away from the people around me and think about other things other then hanging shit on hooks, i get pretty deep into it.

Oh well. Not sure whats going on today, dad is mad at me for not staying on the ball. I guess he has plans set for Monday because he thought i would be working today but now that I'm not he could have got those plans done today, but too late! (I was born to mess with his plans)

(Not 5 minutes in the place and i smell like shit)

("Wheres the milk!?" "I DON'T KNOW!" "YOU HAD IT LAST!" "THAT WAS 2 HOURS AGO!")

Ohs Noz! Its The Venture Bros!

The sudden demise of Hank and Dean leaves you wondering just what will become of season two! Who will step in and take the places of the Venture Brothers?!? How will everyone deal with the loss of the two boys!?! How will it all lead up to the Showdown At Cremation Creek?!?

ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT!



Explaining the show to someone can get complicated. Its sort of like a huge parody of johnny quest and the hardy boys, but a generation after and bigger. Yep.

I picked up season two and Adult Swim always has to have sweet sweet box art for all their shows. I don't have the fetish for box art or anything. I'm just a man who can appreciate it.

Season two is a short 13 episodes, but its all very enjoyable. "20 years to midnight" (they forgot the word "years" on the back of the box) being the best episode and "Guess who's coming to state dinner" being the worst.

Not everyone will enjoy the show. It can be silly, weird, odd and confusing. One of the characters, Dr. Girlfriend, has a very deep and manly voice that is strange and out of place at first, but then it starts to grow on you and you forget all about it till someone points it out.



Its hard for new comers to get into the show cause, in my opinion, the first few episodes of season one are really stupid. You have like 4 fucked up episodes in a row and if your not already a fan then those episodes will just make you pass up the whole show.

Then the yard sale episode hits and it only gets awesomer from that point on. much more awesomer.

Anyway yeah. venture bros. woo.

Stab Me In The Back, Shoot Me In The Face, Swing And A Miss (Swing And A Miss)

Got up this morning and packed my lunch expecting to be working for my dad on a nice sunny morning. Then the phone rang and the whole day was flipped around.

The temp people over at Derby called my up and told me they had a job for me this week and forever and ever. Derby hasn't called me in a few months so it was odd and unexpected. The job isn't far away so thats a big plus for me, thats the best plus i can think of.

I've worked at this place a few times last summer so its been a year. I walked in to see the same cast of characters hunting the place.

The woman that looks like a crazy cat person, she offers cookies to everyone.

The man that looks like Dr. Phil, he likes to talk groceries and Realty TV.

The guy who looks like cousin Sal from Jimmy Kimmel Live. (he talked to me about getting a trade and getting money, he said something like "You don't want to be some gay artist or something do ya? course not!"

The rest of the group of guys talk about UFC and look at workout magazines. "Guess how much i can bench press."

Some new faces. One guy i named "G-unit guy". I call him that because he wears a $400 outfit to work. This place works with chemicals and the smell hits you right when you enter the building and stays with you till you wash your shit. I wear a T-shirt i got for free and a pair of jeans that my mom probably found on the side of the street. I guess he has to represent and keep it real where ever he goes.

and of course the mandatory Jamaican guy who's only response to anything is "Yes! Ok!".

The job is all about fast fingers. You grab nuts and bolts and other random metal and place them on racks, Tons of pinching. Years of video games do nothing for me.

It might be fine for now but who knows how long it takes before i break. I'll be good for this week then I'll think about it. This bullshit is $8.50 an hour. I can get something better.

Last year my hours for this job were 2:00pm till 12:00am. Now that sucked.

I'm just waiting for one of the sharp metals to rip one of my finger nails off. I can see it happening. My fingers already have cuts and this is only day one.

Having a temp job means not working for my dad. Not working for my dad means that my dad is never angry at me for something stupid i did at work. Maybe the best part of a temp job.

(I have the band "The Pillows" on these days. It's a Japanese band and i don't understand a word of it.)

A Mighty Weekend

Good weekend. Shit was done. Change of season depression hit me a few times but i kept busy. (I can't be the only one!)

With the party crashing and the walking for the first time in a year and the movie I've already seen all adds up to a weekend that didn't go wasted, but this blog isn't about details so fuck.

I've been playing Drill Dozer and its getting pretty addicting. I'm take a liking to handheld games over anything on consoles these days. I'll get a Drill Dozer Review up when its done.

Ghost In The Shell makes me wish I could talk without moving my lips.

Its going to be summer of money saving. Thats where the PS2 comes in. Can't go wrong with a $130 system that has one million and 1 cheap games. (Better then a $700 system that has nothing bahahahahaaha) I also have a plan to buy a 360 by the end of the year or whenever RE5 comes out.

I also plan to get all my books I've started and maybe re-read some old ones. Reading outside is pretty nice.

Working out and getting in shape is also in the cards.

Need a new MP3 player.

Need a new belt.

Need to cut old jeans to make new shorts.

So this summer is about making life alot better for myself and keeping myself busy so summer depression doesn't set in as much as last year.

Grand Opportunity Wasted.

Oh that tech killer is all the rage these days with his videos and pictures and mailing them to NBC.



(BAH BAH BAH We all know the sob story)

Good idea if you want to stay in the headlines for a few more days, but it doesn't really add any more development to the massacre.

Instead of giving his best Napoleon Dynamite impression (or my natural voice) he could of spiced that shit up. Maybe get cocky and put on some sun glasses on, light up a smoke and ask everyone how it went.

This is a video the world is going to see and when they do your going to be dead! Why waste something like that? Give a few shout outs, tell everyone that it's still not save to go outside, piss everyone off one last time. The whole "I'm evil and crazy and also the dark lord that will make blood rain down on woman and children" thing has been done to death and didn't surprise anyone.

This is an event people are going to remember. Hype it up and get people talking, I'm not talking about hanging posters on the wall that say "Everyone Come To My Massacre! April 16! Its going to be a blast!" I'm talking more along the lines of "viral marketing".

Leave video and audio Discs laying around for people to find. Make sure it gives them hints on whats to come. Get creative with it, change your voice around, make it real spooky and always remember to use numbers at the end that hint the date, but don't just give it away! We want to make this a mystery.

Now i have to give it to him... he mailed it in between shootings? Did he plan that? Was the real plan just to mail the shit and then start shooting? did he some how forget to mail it and then was all "Aw shit thats right. The package! " that part is just odd to me. Too much of a risk.

Anyway back to the video people will see after your dead. Now this one should be something great. keep a "making history" state of mind when making this one. Do something no one will see coming.

I said be cocky with sunglasses and a smoke before and its a good one (make a joke about smoking... "These things will kill ya")

Start it with "well if it isn't the bad guy back from the dead" I recommend you have a few drinks first to loosen up a bit. (but not too much, we don't want people thinking your an alcoholic or something)

Talk for as long as you want, maybe about the shootings and how many people you thought you would kill. maybe a list of people you wanted to kill. Everything everyone doesn't want to hear.

Maybe talk about yourself and the people you knew. Maybe tell everyone what made you do it so we can ban the right thing.

Always leave them wanting more. Tell that there's a second person on the loose that will do the same thing very soon, just for shits, list some people that ain't safe and that they are a target. (Just some random people from school you've never seen before)

well at least that's what I would do if I were to go out and kill a few people then myself. So if this sort of thing starts then it might be me. If not then some asshole is copying my idea and before i find out who than that asshole will be dead. Asshole.

I Don't Want To Die Anymore.

Do we really need a MyDeathSpace.com?

I know the Internet should have everything, but a site that finds dead people's Myspace pages? I know when somethings wrong and this site ain't right.

Its fucking creepy! Just go to one and you'll find pictures of dead people happy, a list of people they want to meet, shows they like to watch, music they love, blogs and people making plans with them for this coming weekend. (I'm sure alot of people find joy in it)

super_sneaky_ninja

When i popped into this site the song "overkill" by Colin Hay started playing. I know the tune cause it plays at the start of a Scrubs episode so that means she probably liked scrubs too and it fucks me up to think about it.

I found out about this site a few weeks after I made a Myspace page (maybe a year and a half ago) and it just turned me off the whole site. At least in Facebook you can stop people from looking at your shit. (I don't want to show up on this fuck of a site)

kazinkilu (pick any god damn comment from this one)

If I ever know someone that has a Facebook and that person ends up getting killed i would never leave anything on their messages. Thats damn creepy. No fucking "I Love you" "I miss you" "just thinking about you" none of that crap. You look at the dates of the messages and they are all "Can't want for the summer! Cute boys LOL" then the next one will be all "This is all just a bad dream i will never wake up from. I wish i could see you again" I'm pretty sure the internet isn't in heaven so why the fuck would you? I would never go on their site again. I don't need that.



(and what sort of asshole watches CNN or FOX for news updates on this shooting crap? I couldn't take ten minutes of them going over how some guy recorded shit with his cell phone.)

(I wish more people took time out of staying alive to record some shooting action. I'm getting so bored of watching the American army kill Iraqis for fun. The death toll needs a new shade.)

Tips To Living Dangerously. Tip #64: Danger In Juice.

Drinking out of a glass bottle is safe when the top of the bottle isn't busted.







but at the same time it can also be pretty boring. Not alot of danger in juice. Tip #64 is here to change all that.



instead of unscrewing the cap like a boring whore, take a household hammer and bust that sonofabitch open so that the top is uneven with pointy sharp glass.





Safe unbusted glass bottles are for people with vagina's. You don't have a vagina do you? Course not. Your a man. Now take a sip of that juice! You deserve it.





if you start living by the tips then you will die by the tips. Trust me on this one.

(I KNOW I'VE USED THE BLOOD PICTURE BEFORE SHUT UP IT WORKS DAMN IT BAHHHHH)

I'm Jelling For Television.

Is it me or did the last two days of being fucked around with drugs change me around today.

Got plans good sir.

You want to know about the plans? That would be so good for you. surprises my friend! Everyone loves 'em.

Besides, telling you the plans will make me feel like i owe you one successful plan. I can't sleep with that on my mind.

You will know when the time comes.

or maybe this craziness will pass, i hope not.

I need TV.

A Day Of Riding Shot Gun And Not Alot Of Fun

Woke up at 5 and got ready. Didn't pack a lunch.(no time) I got out in the snow at ten to six only to find that my keys are shit and never want to unlock the door when i really need them to. After 2 minutes of yelling "shit fuck mother fucking cold bitch fucking shit" I finally got the door unlocked and drove off.

Got to the job at six to find some guy smoking. He told me to move my car so i did. He went inside and went into is office, he had birds, tons of birds, big birds, little birds, birds as big as your head. He was also not the person i was looking for.

The people i wanted showed up late. two males and one female. I met John.(Hey! I remember his name!) He was with the same temp agency as me.(so what?) He was older and wouldn't shut up.

We loaded some paper onto two trucks then John and the older woman took off.(never got her name)

I was with Tom.(another name!) He was saying numbers to himself as he did paper work. I stood around wondering what was going on. "well lets go!" he said. I got myself in the truck as he did this that and the other thing to get it going. I sat and watched.

We got on the road at seven and drove around the city. We dropped paper off at a public school and then picked up printers at office buildings downtown.(so they deal with paper and printers, good to know)

"well one more stop then its off to Windsor"

"Ok... wait what? Windsor? I've been to Windsor! That shits far! No one said anything about driving to Windsor!"

"I go to Windsor a few times a week. its nothing."

so we drove to Windsor, well he did, i passed out a few times on the way. We stopped at a few buildings, but no one was around. Less work i guess. Its not like i did anything anyway. I sort of watched him do all the work and maybe acted like i was helping.

A few stops later and we found our selfs at some tech office "Boy everything looks very nice and expensive in here" Not really sure what they did. Websites maybe? All I know for sure is that the break room had it's own name and theme. Area 51! Sci-fi posters on the walls, Foosball table, Pool table, Xbox. Tech people got the life.

We had to get this huge fucking printer upstairs and we used the stair climber 3000. It was still a bitch. (I was hoping it was a robot that would be all "Leave it to me humans") anyway after that we headed back to London. An hour and a half of naps naps naps.

They gave me a shirt to wear for the day. I wore a sweater over it and i also had my cool looking beat up hobo shit green jacket on.

That was about it. 11 and a half hours of driving around. I wish i could do it again next week, but I'm getting the teeth pulled. Lame.

Back To The Same Old Basic Bah Bah Bah.

I just had to open my big mouth. Winter is back for one more scare and it picked a great time of the week. Just when i thought i was done with getting up early to cold crappy snow for another 6 or so months it comes rawwwwwwring back to piss me off.

Tomorrow starts at 5:00am for me because my shitty shift at some shit place under a bridge starts at 6. Hooray.

A full day of heavy lifting, meeting new people, forgetting new names and answering shitty questions.

"You in school? You like hockey? Girlfriend? Bitches? Bah Bah Bah?"

The best thing about being a temp is the agency calling you. They tell you the job and you tell them if you want to take it or not, makes you feel like some sort of big shot, kinda.

"$8.50 an hour? Who do you think your talking to?"

The thing about the whole temp life style(life style?) is that you never know what your going to get. When you get in the building you start to spot the good jobs, don't even kid yourself, you will never be doing the job you want. I just want a job alone that i can do for 10 hours and then leave. No fuss and no muss.

You will get shown around the building and meet people as some loud Machine in the back round is humming so no one can hear shit. You will then walk over to your station and meet the person you will be working with.

The partner. I always hope my partner is out going and will talk to me cause i sure as hell ain't fucking talking to him. Did i say him? Its not always a guy. Sometimes its a woman, not a good looking woman, but I've had my share of good looking partners.

anyway, after getting to know the partner they should fill you in on all the drama and shit that goes on, they will even tell you the easy way of doing the job.

If the job blows(like sucks so much it blows) then getting out of it is sort of tricky, the best way to getting out is waiting for lunch.(if you can make it till then) enter the lunch room and take a look around for the person that doesn't talk to anyone, the outcast or someone who doesn't speak English very well. Sit down and make some sort of small talk, maybe get deep into their lives, do they have kids? Do they have a house? how did their parents die? Shit like that.

Then when your done eating lunch (eat it fast) tell them that if anyone asks, you went home sick. (or if you can act sick then be my guest, I've haven't acted sick in a few years so i don't really know how i would do.)

Sneak out the back door so no one that cares will see you then run to your car and drive off.(gets the heart pumping) Get to a phone quick and tell the temp agency that you left the job and you've told someone that you left (better that you tell them then the people you just fucked over)

Thats just the basics. I want to say more, but i don't want the "tempers" after me. (they always need rides home)

Start Up The Death Toll.

Now that ice and snow and balls numb below zero shitty winter is finally almost dead we can now look forward to spring and summer and all the joy that comes with it.

Swimming, drinking outside.......yeah.

but is summer really as care free as we think? Is there more to worry about then getting sand in our fucking sandwiches? (damn you fucking beach)

Some people like to believe in this globe warming hoopla and that this summer will be the hottest of all time.

It makes me wonder if these globe warming nuts want people to die from heat this summer. They want a god damn death toll! They want people to fucking burn so more people will join this fad that will just die out when we all die out from this fad. (know what I'm sayin?)

"The more the better!" is what Al Gore would say.

"I want to see burn wards packed. I want to see people being sent away because they have no more vacancies. Let the sun take the skin off every man, woman and child. Let the skin of the innocent get crispy and black."

Sounds like Gore, anything to get people to listen to what he has to say. That guy will say anything.

The point to all this? Sun block, don't be part of the death toll, people will use your death in their own personal gain and thats just wrong, even if it means saving the earth.

ROCKET SLIME!

Can Square Enix really make a good game that isn't an RPG?

I guess the answer is "Yeah sure"



I heard it was good, but then it just sort of fell off the word of mouth radar. I kept seeing it at EB for $25 so i went "why not?"

Rocket Slime is a spin off of the Dragon Quest games(big RPGs in japan) You don't play any of the main character from Dragon Quest, but you do play as a Slime (A slime is sort of the mascot of the dragon quest games)

Rocket slime is not an RPG, it sort of starts out as a Zelda game but as you play it for an hour it grows into something else.

The game pretty much has you rushing into a whole bunch of shit like items and bad guys, you pick them up and carry them over to carts that bring them back to your town.

After you beat the first level you find this tank castle place and you start to use it in one-on-one battles against other tank castle things (I'm new OK) that are hanging out in levels.

so the shit you find in the levels can be used as fire power(neat).

thats what I've got from it so far, stay tuned.

The Call Out: Award Shows.

Award shows? Give me a break.

Don't get me started on award shows, its fine if your up for an award, but other then that why would you want to waste your time?

and the winner is...... who the fuck cares who wins? Are the people watching at home sitting at the edge of their seat for the answer? Do they stay up late at night angry if their favorite singer doesn't win the new artist of the year award? what sort of award is that? new artist. bah.

I only bring up award shows because they just had the Junos on. The Junos? No one gives a shit about the Junos, the only reason i know about it is that every radio DJ in Canada has to talk about it, i wonder if it's their job to watch it? Not even the Canadian artist care about winning a Juno.

"I heard you won a Juno Award!"

"I'd rather not talk about it, its a sensitive subject."

The word "Juno" sounds like it's an award show made by Nazi's for Nazis.


The best part of working at night is that you avoid these ass kissing shows and ass kissing events would out even trying. I miss those days. Happy times.

Kill a celebrity for me.