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term='elevator'/><category term='stupid test'/><category term='monday'/><category term='Sponge bob'/><category term='Heroes'/><category term='bob and dough'/><category term='puppies'/><category term='winter'/><category term='evolution'/><category term='couch'/><category term='back?'/><category term='Grrrr'/><category term='Commercials'/><category term='the book'/><category term='boobpedia'/><category term='bad day'/><category term='internet'/><category term='Borat'/><category term='fence'/><category term='ACDC'/><category term='women'/><category term='sex fair'/><category term='wrong'/><category term='my finger'/><category term='blog post 22'/><category term='Pizza'/><category term='boobs'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='michael moore'/><category term='getting politcal'/><category term='sasquatch'/><category term='videogames'/><category term='raging against the dying of my light'/><category term='blog'/><category term='Simpsons'/><category term='scum'/><category term='pacman'/><category term='gay pride'/><category term='ashamed'/><category term='terminal'/><category term='i can&apos;t read this.'/><category term='religion'/><category term='porno'/><category term='airport blogging'/><category term='sold building'/><category term='photo friday'/><category term='kool-aid'/><category term='data'/><category term='free speech'/><category term='drugs'/><category term='Sarah Palin'/><category term='christmas 2008'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Tales from The Great White North</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' 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Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1180</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-3298395495611126104</id><published>2011-08-25T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T22:52:08.176-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what the...'/><title type='text'>What the hell?</title><content type='html'>I haven't been here for some time. Yes a failure on my part but something brought me back. Someone posted a really nasty comment here, and to be honest, I'm not sure why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been accused of "being off my meds", as well as fake my background and birthplace. I don't even think I've ever mentioned by birthplace here. I live in Calgary, but I wasn't born here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one of those things which should cause outrage,I guess, but to be honest I'm more confused than anything else. I'm not even sure if I should delete the comment or not. If I delete it, will this person come back and make more nasty comments? It was quite venomous but there was no foul language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is quite a head scratcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to say that I'm sorry that I offended you, but to be honest, I'm not. However the more I think about it, the more I think this might be a case of mistaken&amp;nbsp;identify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it gave me an excuse to blog. Now if I could only motivate myself to blog about recent events like my trips to San Diego, and London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-3298395495611126104?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/3298395495611126104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=3298395495611126104&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3298395495611126104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3298395495611126104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-hell.html' title='What the hell?'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-3389879345512871302</id><published>2011-04-27T11:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T11:54:15.844-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healthy people'/><title type='text'>Damn Fit People</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I hate fit people. I hate people who think they’re so fit that they have to run up and down stairs all morning. Their existence just annoys the piss out of me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Last Friday (Good Friday), I woke up and early, but had nothing to do, and then I was reminded how my blog has been annoying me lately, by the lack of style. I’m not sure why this is why I haven’t blogged in some time, but bottom line, I didn’t like it. So I decided that I would go out and get a few pictures of the Calgary Skyline, and use one of them as a banner for my blog.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I head out with my camera and grab a bus that heading across the river. It’s a quick trip and I’m not happy with where I end up. I get some shots, but I’m not happy, but there is a path, so I decided to walk along the path to see if I can get some better shots, and the end result is now seen at the top of the page; though I’m still not happy with the end result.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;During my walk, I kept stopping to take pictures and noticed joggers running past me. Now these people didn’t bother me because they were going somewhere. This changed when I got to the a large stairway.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;When I got to the stairway, there were people running up and down the stairway over and over again. These were the people who were pissing me off. Do people really need to have to run back up and down the same set of stairs over and over again? These people were taking the “Look at me, I’m healthy and fit thing”, too far. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;Seriously, what is the point of people running up and down the same set of stairs over and over again? It’s these people who I wish would get run down by someone in a big truck, while smoking 3 and ½ packs a day, or better yet, while eating a Big Mac. If you want to job to be healthy; fine. Just don’t run up and down the same frigging set of stairs over and over again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;I wish I had went to McDonalds before I ended up on this stairway, because I would have loved standing there, eating a Quarter Pounder, large fries and a Coke while they ran past me, just to piss people off. The problem is that even i won’t eat that stuff, not since the Hepatitis shots I had to get for going to McDonalds a few years ago.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;If you want to be healthy and fit, I don’t have a problem with that, just don’t run up and down the same set of stairs. You might as well get a giant hamster wheel. It’s the same friggn thing.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-CA"&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-3389879345512871302?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/3389879345512871302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=3389879345512871302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3389879345512871302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3389879345512871302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2011/04/damn-fit-people.html' title='Damn Fit People'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-4362250007333344212</id><published>2011-04-21T10:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T10:03:54.753-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no blogging'/><title type='text'>Why I can’t maintain my blog? I blame The Onion</title><content type='html'>Bottom line, is I don’t know. I seem to want to be spend most of my free time wasting it as of late. Not sure if it’s a lack of motivation, or just sheer laziness. I’ll think it’s a combination of both to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, life has become incredibly boring as of late. It’s the same old crap, day in and day out. It’s sad when the exciting thing of your week is steak for lunch on Wednesday. &amp;nbsp;Life is just boring as hell and I need to challenge myself again, however I do not see that happening until at least late 2012, or early 2013.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could blog about the videogames that I’m playing but I’ll spare you the horror of that. I knew this guy who would only talk about the TV show Night Court. It drove me crazy, and then one day I tried to steer the conversation somewhere else. He then told me he didn’t care and went right back to talking about Night Court. I then called him a jackass and walked away. He never did figure out what he did wrong. So I won’t bore you about my videogame crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scary thing is that I really have NOTHING going on. I’m planning on doing my taxes this weekend, and that’s about it. I just work 2 jobs, and put money away for my 2 trips. I’ve been called out by the lovely Vics for my lack of blogging, but again, what else is there? I know what I need to do, go back to the old formula of finding strange news on the internet and blog about it, but at this point, I think The Onion has me beat in that area, DAMN YOU ONION FOR STEALING MY ENERGY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love The Onion and wish I could write for The Onion, but alas, I always feel less than myself after reading about the insane stuff they write about. I’m not as twisted as I thought I was. DAMN YOU ONION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-4362250007333344212?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/4362250007333344212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=4362250007333344212&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/4362250007333344212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/4362250007333344212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-i-cant-maintain-my-blog-i-blame.html' title='Why I can’t maintain my blog? I blame The Onion'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-1152889836313503408</id><published>2011-02-17T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T13:13:41.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Max Headroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Diego Comic Con'/><title type='text'>Ok I bought a plane ticket, and I'm gonna meet Max Headroom, but neither are related</title><content type='html'>I bought my plane ticket for San Diego today. Well, bought might not be the right word since I used most of my airmiles and only had to pay for the fees and crap. I just hope I don't get slammed with an additional $5.50 because Obama is trying find get more ways to deal with the fiscal crisis in the US.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's actually a smart idea, from his&amp;nbsp;perspective. He's taxing foreigners to enter the country. It's extra cash and no US citizen is hurt by this. I, on the other hand am not impressed. On top of all the other crap, I pay when flying, like fuel fee's airport improvement fee's security fees, it&amp;nbsp;frigging&amp;nbsp;adds up. It added up at $184 dollars, in just fees. Now Obama wants to make me pay other $5.50?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't actually get mad at this for some reason. It's not a bad idea even if I'm the one who's going to get stuck with it. I just hope its put in the airline ticket instead of someone from the border asking me for money. That will suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I noticed on a poster for the local Con that Matt Frewer is going to be attending, which I think is really cool. I loved the Max Headroom, the TV show. I actually liked Matt as the Edison Carter character, so I'm really looking forward to seeing him. I've seen him in The Watchemen as well as the TV show&amp;nbsp;Eureka. Oh and he's CANADIAN !!!! WOOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not feeling the&amp;nbsp;creativity&amp;nbsp;right now, because I'm trying to figure out why a Facebook/Blogger friend is wearing a crusty shirt and how 4 pies in the fridge has anything to do with this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try again tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-1152889836313503408?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/1152889836313503408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=1152889836313503408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/1152889836313503408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/1152889836313503408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2011/02/ok-i-bought-plane-ticket-and-im-gonna.html' title='Ok I bought a plane ticket, and I&apos;m gonna meet Max Headroom, but neither are related'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-2425037226817506881</id><published>2011-02-10T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T12:21:53.507-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I'm winging it again. UH OH, I'm winging it again, UH OH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I have nothing again. Sure I can blog about the recent events in&amp;nbsp;Egypt, but it's not like I'm there. Besides that's not why the 1 or 2 of you visit my site for, is it? Insightful&amp;nbsp;political&amp;nbsp;discussion? I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that I need to book a hotel soon for San Diego, but I don't have much money right now. That will change in a few weeks, when I put back the last of the money I borrowed for a new couch, I'll be able to book a hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is out of all the friends who managed to get Comic Con tickets, I'm the only one. No one else managed to&amp;nbsp;pull&amp;nbsp;it off. However tickets may become available as people return them. I'm not planning to return mine. Even if I'm the only one in my group going. I will go. I'm seriously looking forward to this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times, I really wonder about&amp;nbsp;humanity. Are we good people or just selfish bastards? I know that we should give back, how these days it doesn't seem possible when only a few people have the money and the rest of us are just struggling. Should I be spending money to go to London and San Diego? Should I be using my extra cash to help out people less&amp;nbsp;fortunate&amp;nbsp;than me. I have goals, but where I hear about friends who are not doing as well, I feel guilty, but I also feel like saying...WHAT ABOUT ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made many&amp;nbsp;sacrifices&amp;nbsp;to get where I am today.&amp;nbsp;Admittedly&amp;nbsp;I'm not living in the lap of luxury, but I'm not living in a cardboard box either. Life is short, but for some people its even shorter, and sometimes harsher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could win a lot of money in the lottery, so that I can go help these people. Online friends who are going through a lot of crap. I went through similar crap, but I did make it through. I'm just not sure if my friends will manage the same thing. Not with one of them dying. He's dying and it seems like no one wants to help him. I don't get it. I'm not sure what to do, but I need to do something. When a doctor tells you, that you cannot work, and are labeled disabled and you still cannot get any benefits, there is something really really wrong with the world. I want to fix this, but I don't know how. I did promise that I will do something, and I will do something. I'm not sure what. I'm scared for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I die, how will I be judge? Better than others, I hope. I've had a lot of nice things said about me, by people who have never seen me. I've even had nice things said about me by people who have seen me. The thing is I keep everyone at arms length. I just expect people to treat me like crap for some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was picked on a lot in school. School was basically a living hell for me, and being the misfit. I did have some friends, but let me put it this way. When you hear about kids to snap and go to school with a gun and start shooting, I can relate to them. However my respect for human life would never allow me to do such a horrible action. Thing thing is, when people say, "how could he do something like that"? I know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-2425037226817506881?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/2425037226817506881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=2425037226817506881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/2425037226817506881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/2425037226817506881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2011/02/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-6002279016871966661</id><published>2011-02-08T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T12:22:54.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Diego Comic Con'/><title type='text'>I'm going to Comic Con !!!</title><content type='html'>Well I did it. After months of bitching and&amp;nbsp;whining about not being able to get a pass for the San Diego Comic Con (cue the singing angels), I did it. I managed to get a 4 day pass for the mother of all comic conventions. I'm thrilled as ....thrilled can be that I managed to get a 4 day pass to geek mecca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be doing my pilgrimage in late July, from July 21st to 24th with a days travelling between both days, not that a flight from Calgary to San Diego is that long. (goes to check, putter putter putter). Ok it's a 3 hour direct flight on WestJet, which is probably how I will get there. Hopefully the plane won't be packed and the Satellite TV will work this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that since the passes sold out in 3 hours, I'm not sure if anyone else got a pass. Well they do take returns, so maybe some of my friends will have a chance to buy if they still want to go. If not, then I will experience San Diego all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really wasn't one of my bucket list items, unlike the London trip, which is part of my goal to visit every continent&amp;nbsp;on the planet, including&amp;nbsp;Antarctica, but it's still fairly cool. It's part of my geek side, being realized. Sure it doesn't matter as much as with other things in life, but it's just fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take a day off from the weekend job at Safeway in order to get the pass. Again, the passes sold out in 3 hours, and I managed to get mine in the first hour of that. I did have a few worries, however. Would my credit card be charged multiple times, and I didn't get a confirmation email. Both issues have been resolved, I got my confirmation email today, and I confirmed that my credit card was only charged for 1 pass, and with the current exchange rate. I was only changed $1.69 more. Frigging processing charges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to really enjoy myself. I'm overdue for a Con, after missing last years here in town because of &amp;nbsp;my father passing. So I'm looking forward to both events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember one thing about the last US Con I went to in Chicago. There was a lot off bootleg DVD's of shows and movies which were not on DVD yet. I remember buying Max Headroom (it's now on DVD for real), Street Hawk (again, on DVD for real), &amp;nbsp;Mighty Orbots and Gen 13 (don't ask). So much crap, that I joked about being a real help in getting the US&amp;nbsp;economy&amp;nbsp;out of their recession.. This year though, there is a lot of free crap given away from people who have exhibits. Someone I know who went last year, told me he spent a lot on shipping just to get his free stuff shipped home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the swag. YAAA FREE STUFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also looking forward to doing some small things, like see the ocean for the first time. Before this trip, the closest I've come to seeing the ocean is looking south into the bay in Manhattan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this is an experience that I'm going to enjoy. This will be my last year of fun before dedicating myself to getting my MBA. After the MBA, I'll make up for it by going to&amp;nbsp;Australia, but that will be 3 years away since I'm going to be going to school part time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-6002279016871966661?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/6002279016871966661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=6002279016871966661&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6002279016871966661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6002279016871966661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-going-to-comic-con.html' title='I&apos;m going to Comic Con !!!'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-8025999015139328131</id><published>2011-02-07T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T12:35:47.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glen beck'/><title type='text'>Glen Beck is the Anti-Christ</title><content type='html'>Now that I have your attention, I need to talk about how Glen Beck is making the world a worse place, by spreading misinformation. Not just the normal crap, but really really important stuff. Stuff about how the world is changing and how people in the future will look back at us today, and judge us for either our wisdom, or our stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest is about the uprising in Egypt. In case you live under a rock, or only watch Jersey Shore, there's an uprising in Egypt by the people to have their 30 year dictator Hosni Mubarak step down and leave the country, and bring about real elections, and give the people a real voice. This is, in my opinion, a noble cause. People protesting for a better way of life. The important thing, is that this is non-violent, despite attempts by the police and pro Mubarak forces to turn this into a violent clash. The Egyptian Military has vowed not to turn on the protesters as long as they stay nonviolent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this seems like a noble cause to support. People protesting against a dictator and a corrupt government. Who would not side with these people? Enter Glen Beck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Beck has a theory, and it's his theory alone. If anyone asks, it's Glen Beck's theory. I in no way claim any ownership of this theory. &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/blogosphere-buzz-in-national/glen-beck-s-caliphate-definition-includes-the-muslim-brotherhood-pics"&gt;It's Glen Beck's theory&lt;/a&gt;. The theory is that this protest is part of a plot by the Muslim Brotherhood to take over Egypt. So that Egypt, a country that has respected people of many other faiths would become an Islamsic state, and this is just the beginning, as this would then allow Islam, with the help of leftist in the United States (remember, Barack Obama is secretly a Muslim according to Beck) to create a New World Order. With the creation of a Caliphate, the plan is to convert the entire world to Islam, and the events in Egypt are the first part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A CROCK OF SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/political-buzz-in-national/conservatives-turn-on-glenn-beck-over-caliphate-conspiracy-theory"&gt; good news is normally the left dismissed the comments of Beck as crazy, but this time people on the right are doing the same thin&lt;/a&gt;g.The good news is that sane people on the left and right see what Glen Beck really is. A&amp;nbsp;nut job&amp;nbsp;spitting out another conspiracy theory. Now I'm not going to bash Beck (anymore), there's a real danger here. Beck has a big following on his show, and his ideas are out there. The danger is if people hear something enough times, they tend to believe it to be fact. Will people start to accept this theory? Well they&amp;nbsp;believed&amp;nbsp;Palin's Death Panel lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to stop, and quickly. People like Beck and spitting out craziness and preventing actual debate from happening. We don't need to have people&amp;nbsp;screaming&amp;nbsp;crap like this when the world is changing. We need to be positive and look forward. The events in Egypt and not anti west. They are for a free Egypt, and Beck is hiding this fact with his crazy theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the good of all Mankind, Glen Beck. SHUT THE HELL UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-8025999015139328131?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/8025999015139328131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=8025999015139328131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/8025999015139328131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/8025999015139328131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2011/02/glen-beck-is-anti-christ.html' title='Glen Beck is the Anti-Christ'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-112463218440270222</id><published>2011-02-04T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T12:24:11.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the next step'/><title type='text'>I have that feeling again.</title><content type='html'>I've had this feeling in the past. The feeling that I should be doing more in my life than I currently am. It doesn't help that a friend of mine is doing is "reboot" right now. &lt;a href="http://thegiantdoover.blogspot.com/"&gt;He's in Cambodia right now&lt;/a&gt;, and will soon be going to Australia to go to film school. He's braver than I am. Then again, I had some bad advise.Instead of going to &lt;a href="http://www.ryerson.ca/home_nf.html"&gt;Ryerson&lt;/a&gt; University in Toronto to pursue my broadcast career, I went to a community college, and had very little to show for it. I ended up working part time at some community access channels. If I had gone to Ryerson, perhaps my life would have taken a different path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to go into a life sucks post, because compared to a lot of other people, I have it damn good, I just want more. I remember during my brief moment of unemployment, I decided that I was going to write a book.&amp;nbsp; I struggled with the first page. I was missing something,. I'm still not sure what it is, but I know I was missing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know one thing. I see the next direction in my life being a MBA. I honestly see it as a path to where I really want to be. Perhaps back to media, which is my original love. New or traditional media, I still love it. The idea of communicating ideas. I only did the IT Degree to make myself marketable, and to be fair it did work. When I lost my last job, I was unemployed for only 6 weeks, which isn't bad compared to a lot of other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend, who I'm going to be visiting this year who is also finishing her BSc. I hope it allows her to make her dreams come true. I'll probably nudge her in the right direction. Not that she will need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know what I'm going to do after getting my MBA, but I still see it as the next level in the evolution of my professional life. I also see it as a means to move back east to be closer to my family. Even though I don't really want to move back east anymore. It's not that I want to. It's because I feel that I have to. Then again, with my MBA, I would be making more money and I would have more freedom, to travel back east to see everyone. I just see a move to Ontario, and a move backwards. Perhaps I will feel differently after getting my MBA. Maybe an opportunity will appear that I will want which will require me to move to Ontario. A career at Google perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know one thing. I know that once again, the status quo is not appealing to me. I want to do more than "pay the rent".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll blog about something funnier next time, like Bieber the lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-112463218440270222?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/112463218440270222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=112463218440270222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/112463218440270222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/112463218440270222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-that-feeling-again.html' title='I have that feeling again.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-6793931882195830294</id><published>2011-02-02T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T12:15:19.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bieber is a lesbian'/><title type='text'>I couldn't make this up if I wanted</title><content type='html'>I'm not a fan of Justin Bieber. In fact I can honestly say that I have never knowingly listen to any of his music. I just saw his face on a lot of&amp;nbsp;magazines, and basically, i figured that he was the "flavor&amp;nbsp;of the month", and I didn't really care about him. I basically dismissed the kid, the music and everything about the guy...until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know have a new respect for the Bieber after discovering&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lesbianswholooklikejustinbieber.tumblr.com/"&gt;Lesbians&amp;nbsp;that Look like Justin Bieber&lt;/a&gt;. This is a young website, with many pictures, but I can see it growing. As Biebermania grows, I see a need for this website. We to see how many young lesbians look like Bieber. While he might not like the site, I think it's far better than The &lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/video/justin-bieber-found-to-be-cleverly-disguised-51yea,18178/"&gt;Onion story about Bieber really being a 51 year old&amp;nbsp;pedophile&lt;/a&gt;, Ironically there are people who were concerned that &lt;a href="http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20101030205826AA21LIm"&gt;this was real&lt;/a&gt;. I now look forward to people asking if Bieber really is a lesbian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know Bieber being a&amp;nbsp;lesbian&amp;nbsp;might explain a lot. You don't see any guys looking like Bieber. You don't see straight teenage girls looking like Bieber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I typed Bieber 7 times so far in this post. I'm not counting Biebermania. I'm a little concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't listen to the guy's music. I don't know what his songs are, and to be honest, I have no interest in listening to it. Maybe one day, twenty years from now, I'll hear him in the supermarket, or an elevator. Maybe in 20 years, I'll see him on the latest version of The Hollywood Squares sitting next to Snooki, but until then. I'll just check to see if new lesbians are added to the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-6793931882195830294?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/6793931882195830294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=6793931882195830294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6793931882195830294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6793931882195830294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-couldnt-make-this-up-if-i-wanted.html' title='I couldn&apos;t make this up if I wanted'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-2210721032524566913</id><published>2011-01-31T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T13:24:02.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yadda yadda'/><title type='text'>Cabin Fever maybe?</title><content type='html'>Normally I write a title and go from there, but recently, my titles would be, I don't know what to frigging write about. I'd like to think that I'v grown as a person since I started blogging, but that's bullshit. While I have become wiser....screw that. I have not become wiser. I'm no words of wisdom guy. I'm just making this stuff as I go alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent last weekend being as lazy as possible, just playing videogames and watching TV. I wasn't motivated to go outside, not with the -2000C weather out there. It's still BLEEPing cold outside, so I didn't do anything else. &amp;nbsp;Therefore, I have nothing to blog about the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am looking forward to hopefully being about to buy Comic Con tickets this Saturday. I've been trying to get those damn tickets since November and each time, something happens, and no one is able to get the tickets (ok passes). whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people near me, about to take some pictures for some bullshit thing. Not sure what, but they have professional lighting and crap like that. I think there are 10 people here to take pictures of one person. LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM I MAKING ANY SENSE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I just got free cake. YAAAA I like free cake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if anyone will comment about how this post is just me blabbering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I'm looking forward to is finding out why pants is a dirty word in the UK, and why fanny means the front end of a woman's hoo hoo, as opposed to her ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I just be Twittering this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I read that some media outlets have decided that February is No Sarah Palin month. I'm looking forward to seeing how long that will last. A whole month without Sarah Palin on the news, with the exception of Fox News of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I have nothing else. I'll try again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-2210721032524566913?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/2210721032524566913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=2210721032524566913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/2210721032524566913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/2210721032524566913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2011/01/cabin-fever-maybe.html' title='Cabin Fever maybe?'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-3610339762821249350</id><published>2011-01-26T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T13:16:32.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keith Olbermann'/><title type='text'>I'm missing Keith</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, I was watching Countdown with Keith Olbermann as I do every weeknight when he announced that this was his last show. Needless to say, I was shocked. In fact I couldn't believe my ears. I felt like I was loosing a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know, you're thinking that what's the big deal? Just some guy on TV moving on. Well it's not just like that. Unlike other people on TV,&amp;nbsp;especially&amp;nbsp;on a channel with the words Fox and News on it, I really enjoyed watched Keith. He always backed up his points with...ACTUAL FACTS (hint hint Fox News). He is someone to be respected, for his opinions and how he backs them up. Also, because he's not scared to laugh. I never heard anyone at Fox News say "World's Largest&amp;nbsp;Burrito....droool". Fox News is too good for Homer Simpson I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;The most important thing, I guess is that Keith isn't going away. He's not on TV for now, but he is still on the Internet. He took the time to &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/#!/keitholbermann"&gt;live-tweeted the State Of the Union Addres&lt;/a&gt;s last night, so he's still around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know you're wondering why would a Canadian care about a US&amp;nbsp;political&amp;nbsp;pundit, other than the World's Largest Burrito thing. It's quite simple. I respect the guy. I sure as hell as don't respect most of the people at Fox News, with the&amp;nbsp;exception&amp;nbsp;of Shepard Smith (that's who they get when they need someone over there to do the right thing). Keith Olbermann has earned my respect, and he can still make me smile, with the occasions DOWN GOES FRASER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that Keith isn't going away and I look forward to him appearing on TV again very soon, and not just doing sports stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see Keith Olbermann as a man of integrity, and there are so few of those people left these days. I'm not sure if I could hold onto my&amp;nbsp;integrity&amp;nbsp;as well as Keith has. That is why I respect him so much. However in Keith's own words (not&amp;nbsp;originally&amp;nbsp;his) TIME MARCHES ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-3610339762821249350?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/3610339762821249350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=3610339762821249350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3610339762821249350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3610339762821249350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-missing-keith.html' title='I&apos;m missing Keith'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-652145335292506929</id><published>2011-01-21T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T12:22:33.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>I still not there yet,</title><content type='html'>There is a huge problem when you live life day by day which I an doing right now. You become friggin boring and you can't think of anything interesting to write about. I partly blame the IT work world that I live in, and....ok I blame the IT work world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be a lot more interesting, blogging about different things, but I think I've fallen into a rut. Actually I'm scared that I'm becoming my father. Others will disagree, but I believe that he was the dullest man on the face of the earth. I will not become my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I would scour the web for things to blog about, like giant boob soap dispensers for the the shower, or other stuff that was absolute crap, but dammit I loved crap. Someone has to go through the web find find you the best of Internet crap and I was doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm winging this blog post, and many (ok 2 of you) tell me that this is when I'm at my best. When I just pulled stuff out of my ass, and I&amp;nbsp;apparently&amp;nbsp;pulled a lot of stuff out of there. Should I be worried about airport security?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem is time. Right now I'm blogging during lunch on my crappy laptop, and until a few minutes ago I was battling an issue with the touch pad. I was typing away and suddenly I was typing on another line. I recommend &lt;a href="http://code.google.com/p/touchfreeze/"&gt;TouchFreeze&lt;/a&gt; for that problem, and it's freeware. Ok that's my geek tip of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to retrain myself, to blog about whatever. I used to have a problem with&amp;nbsp;censoring&amp;nbsp;myself, but that has to stop. I keep talking about doing that, but that's just talk, I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need to go back to Digg,. I have an account, but I haven't been there for awhile. That might be it, or I just need to wait for another right wing pundit to really piss me off, like Sarah Palin does lately. Heck, Sarah Palin was a nobody when I started to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this has become just a rambling session, but something good has come from it, I've finally fixed the damn sensitive touch screen problem. YAAAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Byte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-652145335292506929?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/652145335292506929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=652145335292506929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/652145335292506929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/652145335292506929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-still-not-there-yet.html' title='I still not there yet,'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-5132510352462392178</id><published>2011-01-18T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T13:23:53.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><title type='text'>I did it. It's real. I'm going to the UK</title><content type='html'>I booked my flight and hotel yesterday. Bought and paid for. The money has been spent. The vacation time booked. The only question left is if I should take the &lt;a href="http://www.londonducktours.co.uk/"&gt;Duck Tour of Londo&lt;/a&gt;n. I'm going to be there for a full week, and I'm really looking forward to it. I'm also looking forward to meeting some people that I've known for years, but have not meet face-to-face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the worst part about my lack of blogging recently is that I haven't been to &lt;a href="http://rosevibe.me.uk/blog/"&gt;Rosevib&lt;/a&gt;e lately, but I still follow her through Facebook. I&amp;nbsp;originally&amp;nbsp;resisted the call to join Facebook, but the new queen of social media has converted me over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really looking forward to seeing this part of the world. It will be interesting being the person with the foreign accent for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been able to blend in fairly easily in the US, only being called out as a Canadian a couple of times, but this time, it's going to be more obvious. I'm going to be the&amp;nbsp;foreigner. I just don't want to be mistaken for American. I am Canadian after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of planning on this trip which should have happened last year, but the whole 6 weeks of unemployment threw that out the window, but I did recover and I'm flying out on British Airways. I was debating on if I should go with British Airways, or Air Canada. I even asked the opinion of some friends who have flown both, as well as asked my friends on Facebook. It turned out the obvious choice was British Airways, on Flight 102 from Calgary, to London direct. No stopover in Iceland. The price wasn't that much more for the direct flight. I got a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is really going to be interesting is that I picked a 4 star hotel that's part of a Football Stadium, so I'll get more of a UK experience I think. It's close to a "tube" station, so I'm looking forward to experiencing that as well. I've done public transit for most of my life, and I was impress with the Chicago train system, and I'm betting that London's will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably be taking a lot of pictures in London, and&amp;nbsp;possibly&amp;nbsp;getting into a bit of trouble, if I hang out with Stef, but I am looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for August to come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-5132510352462392178?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/5132510352462392178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=5132510352462392178&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5132510352462392178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5132510352462392178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-did-it-its-real-im-going-to-uk.html' title='I did it. It&apos;s real. I&apos;m going to the UK'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-646004891346517102</id><published>2011-01-14T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:30:23.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='banning for nothing'/><title type='text'>Get over "the little faggot" already,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theglobeandmail.com/news/arts/music/faggot-lyric-disqualifies-dire-straits-hit-from-canadian-radio-play/article1868052/"&gt;"Money for Nothing", by Dire Straits has been banned from Canadian airwave&lt;/a&gt;s because someone filled a complaint against the song. They though the word Faggot was offensive. I wish to politely state my opinion on this recent event. BULLSHIT, this is absolute BULLSHIT. This is censorship because some&amp;nbsp;oversensitive&amp;nbsp;Newfie filed a complaint to the Canadian Broadcast Standards Council. This is absolute bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word appears 3 times in the song, which is awful. This must mean that the band Dire Straits must really hate homosexuals. I bet they go to anti-gay rallies. Sure shameful acts. In fact, we should analyse these words right now so see how horrible the homosexual community is being&amp;nbsp;portrayed in this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time we see the word appear in the lyric. "See the little faggot with the earring and the make-up". See him? the band is point him out, so we have to look at the guy (are there women faggots?) &amp;nbsp;This is awful, were pointing him out, and that he even has makeup and an earing. Just like Chris Crocker. This is awful. Shame on you Dire Straits. It even gets worse in the next line.&amp;nbsp;"Yeah buddy that's his own hair" NOW THEY'RE MAKING FUN OF HIS HAIR!!!!! Not the fair. That's terrible. DAMN YOU TO HELL for making fun of the faggot's hair Dire Straits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time the word appears in the line "That little faggot got his own jet airplane". OH MY GOD !!!! The faggot owns a multi-million dollar airplane. What's next? Will Dire Straits be killing&amp;nbsp;babies, and puppies? DAMN YOU TO HELL Dire Straits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It even gets worse in the final line."That little faggot he's millionaire". He's a millionaire? How are you say that he has millions of dollars. THINK OF THE CHILDREN!!!! How can you sleep at night you godless bastards. Shame on you Dire Straits. Shame Shame Shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I think this whole thing is bullshit and I'm not the only one. There's even a radio station in Edmonton that is&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/entertainment/2011/01/14/way-eh-canadian-station-defies-money-ban/?test=faces"&gt; going to defy the ba&lt;/a&gt;n this weekend. I say all the power to you K97.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really bothers me, is that I bet you any money that if some art gallery were to ban some art, this little weasel would be one of the first people up in arms. It's even worse when real life imitates&amp;nbsp;a Simpsons episode where Marge gets Itchy and Scratchy Banned. Life imitating art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, what's Elton John's opinion on this? I really want to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-646004891346517102?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/646004891346517102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=646004891346517102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/646004891346517102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/646004891346517102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2011/01/get-over-little-faggot-already.html' title='Get over &quot;the little faggot&quot; already,'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-4575083731429886172</id><published>2011-01-12T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T13:18:42.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarah Palin'/><title type='text'>Sarah Palin needs to go away, and not come back</title><content type='html'>I normally don't (ok, rarely) blog about US politics, but I can't take this woman anymore. In my opinion, she's selfish and a liar, and she constantly shows the worst part of humanity. She needs to shut the hell up and go away and quit being the queen of angry rhetoric. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes comments like "Don't Retreat, INSTEAD Reload", and then has cross-hairs drawn on the US map, &lt;a href="http://bluearkansasblog.com/?p=5065"&gt;targeting districts, including the one where Congresswoman Gifford was shot&lt;/a&gt;. She was condemned for it before and is surprised that it's happening now? Now she's screaming like she's the victim here? What about Congresswoman Gifford?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now while she's screaming about how she's of the victim here for being blamed for&amp;nbsp;in sighting&amp;nbsp;that crazy person to do what he did, she claims that she's a victim of &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/hostednews/afp/article/ALeqM5hve5b-iPBpPac5BlnwMrNWHLS_kw?docId=CNG.79051d79183e793007bb7e2a0ac433c8.6c1"&gt;"blood libel&lt;/a&gt;". Too bad she doesn't know what that means. That &lt;a href="http://religion.blogs.cnn.com/2011/01/12/palins-use-of-blood-libel-invokes-ancient-myth-about-jews/"&gt;term has many meaning&lt;/a&gt;s from blaming the Jews for the death of Christ to a myth about Jews drinking the blood of non jews. Again, she need to shut her friggin hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you don't follow US politics, and many don't, there a huge problem with angry&amp;nbsp;rhetoric by the right wing for the past few years, and it's getting worse. It got to the point where members of a Tea Party (a right wing organization), mistakenly posted the address of a congressman's brother online. I say mistaken because they meant to post the congressman's home address. As a result, &lt;a href="http://www.politico.com/news/stories/0310/34934.html"&gt;someone went to that home and cut the gas line&lt;/a&gt;. This is not how&amp;nbsp;responsible&amp;nbsp;people act. We were lucky that no one was killed then, unlike this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is beyond me, that Palin refuses to admit that she has to far and needs to tone it back. Instead, she and Rush Limbaugh, and Glen Beck and screaming about how they are the victims, instead of doing the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;However I will give Mr Beck credit for&amp;nbsp;condemning&amp;nbsp;what has happened right away, but then he seemed to go back to his old ways, as well as reading email from Sarah Palin about what happened. The coward waited days after before saying anything and all she did was scream about being a victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that some of the right are seeing reason and Roger Ailes has told all the pundits at Fox News to "&lt;a href="http://blog.seattlepi.com/seattlepolitics/archives/235273.asp?from=blog_last3"&gt;Tone it Down&lt;/a&gt;". I applaud him for that. While I do not agree with a lot of what Mr Ailes does, he does realize that this is going to far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really amazes me that in the light of recent events, all she can do is think of herself. Well you go again Sarah Palin, think about yourself all you want. Most of us won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-4575083731429886172?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/4575083731429886172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=4575083731429886172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/4575083731429886172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/4575083731429886172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2011/01/sarah-palin-needs-to-go-away-and-not.html' title='Sarah Palin needs to go away, and not come back'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-2987854680670462771</id><published>2011-01-08T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T17:07:52.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indecision'/><title type='text'>Changes, Changes</title><content type='html'>I got some interesting news from the second job today. News that I'm not too thrilled to hear. Turns out that in a couple of weeks, I'm going to be stocking shelves for 3 weeks on the weekend. I am not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some time now, I've been toying with the idea of quitting the second job and regaining the ability to sleep in on the weekends. Sure I'm usually up at 4:00am to be at work at 5:00am, but at least I still have my afternoon and evenings to myself. This might change with the change in procedures at work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to explain everything, there really isn't a point, but right now I'm seriously considering quitting. Earlier I was thinking about quitting in the summer after I get back from London, but right now I'm starting to toy with the idea of quitting right now. Well sooner than before. I will be getting my yearly raise in mid March and it will be retro to January, and if I quit I'll still be getting all my vacation pay from 2010 at the Safeway job. I'm at the point where I think I can still pull everything that I want to off this year, even without the second job. So should I just quit now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is that this is just a 3 week thing, so if it changes back to what appeals to me after the 3 weeks, I might has well stick it out. I'm just feeling tired of the second job. The issue is when does frustration override greed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the fence right now, but right now one thing is going to make me lean one way or the other. Time will tell. I don't know what to do yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-2987854680670462771?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/2987854680670462771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=2987854680670462771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/2987854680670462771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/2987854680670462771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2011/01/changes-changes.html' title='Changes, Changes'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-8023468152961881578</id><published>2011-01-05T17:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T17:53:02.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing'/><title type='text'>Off to a rocky start</title><content type='html'>I hate the fact that I'm currently lacking guidance with writing for my blog. I think that’s why I stopped writing, multiple times.I ran out of things to say. Don’t get me wrong, there were things to talk about, but for some reason, I could not, or would not put my thoughts into words, to put here. Don’t get me wrong, I did have opinions during the time, I did not blog, but they didn’t end up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now, as I winging this post, all I can think is “Prince is a Douche bag”. I can’t stand the creepy guy. He’s a creepy twerp who doesn’t know what the hell real life is all about. Prince is the name of someones dog. When he started calling himself, “The Artist”, he should have called himself, “The Douchbag” because that’s what he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at Google News to see what’s interesting, what I could blog about and all I see is stuff about people fighting over the Lotto Max jackpot, Roberto Alomar getting into the Baseball hall of fame, and a new Starbucks logo. BORING, however if it was 15 years ago, I would have gone crazy about Alomar getting into Cooperstown. I used to be a big Blue Jays fan but not so much anymore. Moving half way across the country will do that to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around me, and I’m like ugggg, this is not blogworthy. It’s like the boring person talking about crap over and over again until everyone around them screams, pulls their hair out and runs away. I don’t want to do that. I just need to fart but I can’t because there’s a female in the room right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it’s just the two of us and I really need to let one go, but I can’t. Why won’t she leave? I don’t want to fart with her in the room. It could be quite dangerous. I blame the Bran cereal I’ve been eating so I can be more healthy, and loose some weight, except I think I’m loosing weight in a way I didn’t expect it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, she left and I no longer feel that pressure on my lower side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never promised Shakespeare here, did I.? Just me talking about the need to fart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I bet you’re wondering, Now how do I get my minute of life back that I wasted reading this crap? Sorry, not going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-8023468152961881578?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/8023468152961881578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=8023468152961881578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/8023468152961881578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/8023468152961881578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2011/01/off-to-rocky-start.html' title='Off to a rocky start'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-1078370171234324748</id><published>2011-01-04T06:14:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T17:52:02.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back?'/><title type='text'>I'm Back....Hopefully</title><content type='html'>So it’s 2011, and my blog is pissed at me. I haven’t been updating it for some time. The problem, I think is motivation, or sheer laziness. It could be either one, I’m not sure. Well anyway, I now have a few new year’s resolutions, like eating more healthy, lose weight, cut back on my porn addiction, stuff like that.  Also, I’m going to start blogging again.  I was good at it for awhile, but then I just stopped. Not sure why, but I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was because I either stopped ranting ask much, or ....maybe it was the porn addiction. I’m not sure, but I’m going to (yes again), to try and get back to regular blogging.  The big problem is trying to figure out what the heck I’m going to say. I’ve pretty well resigned myself to the Kids in the Hall section of Blogging, in that I don’t plan on saying anything relevant. I see myself in the Kevin Smith section of the blogosphere, trying to change the definition of humanity, but still not scared to talk about my boob fetish.  At least I’m not in the lame ass Family Guy section, which I really don’t enjoy. Trey Parker and Matt Stone are right when they say that Family Guy are just cheap gags. I won’t get into that right now; I’m more interested in relaunching Tales from the Great White North.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m pretty well starting from scratch here. Most of my audience, (with the exception of a few who, I’ve communicated through Facebook, and email, not to mention the trip to London where I plan to meet a blogmate face to face),  are gone. For the record, she’s talking about taking lots of pictures when I’m there, so I really need to get myself into shape, other than round.&lt;br /&gt;For the record, one thing I like about writing my blog is that I type stuff that would seriously piss off my English teachers and profs in the past. PPPFFFTTT to proper English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really hoping that 2011 will be a lot better than 2010, because to be honest, that year kinda sucked. I became unemployed, my father passed away, and I had to live off my savings for awhile, and because of that I had to postpone my trip to London, from last year to this year. This year is going to be better. Going to London, going to the San Diego Comic Con, and paying off a major debt. Those are my big goals for 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I’d going to be winging a lot of posts simply because the news has gotten a lot more serious, or perhaps it’s my recent addiction to MSNBC, and Countdown with Keith Olbermann. (I just love The Worst Person in the World segment).  I really don’t want to become a serious Political blog, because that would bore the shit out of everyone, including myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I go again, and this time, I might actually mean it. Well I hope so anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-1078370171234324748?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/1078370171234324748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=1078370171234324748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/1078370171234324748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/1078370171234324748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2011/01/im-backhopwfully.html' title='I&apos;m Back....Hopefully'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-5758254027652233478</id><published>2010-09-22T11:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T11:59:24.175-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pacman'/><title type='text'>MMMm Got Pacman?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/TJpDuuahRKI/AAAAAAAAAWo/UDsKVbIS2wI/s1600/pacman921.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/TJpDuuahRKI/AAAAAAAAAWo/UDsKVbIS2wI/s320/pacman921.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Why don't we have cool stuff like that here? Seriously?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-5758254027652233478?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/5758254027652233478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=5758254027652233478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5758254027652233478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5758254027652233478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/09/mmmm-got-pacman.html' title='MMMm Got Pacman?'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/TJpDuuahRKI/AAAAAAAAAWo/UDsKVbIS2wI/s72-c/pacman921.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-1668660755685308662</id><published>2010-09-10T13:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T13:05:03.086-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Talking about my damn vacations</title><content type='html'>2010 is not a good year for vacations, at least not for me. I found myself going back to small town Ontario twice for family reasons, and while I am looking forward to a brief visit to Fort McMurray in October, 2010 was not the year of travel for me. I was suppose to go to London, but did that happen? NOPE. Instead I stayed in Calgary for a yucky cold and damp summer. Bleech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I've been spending a lot of time planing my vacations for next year. Yes I said vacations. I was planning to go to London this year and I just delayed the trip. I didn't cancel it. I'm still going to London, I'm just going in 2011. I'm still looking at hotels and prices, and so far at this point, I'm still planning to go in August. I'm still planning on booking my flight in Feb/March because that's when the big seat sale happens. It could mean the difference between a direct flight between Calgary and London, and a stopover in Toronto, and Iceland. Don't get me wrong, I love the idea of&amp;nbsp;stopping&amp;nbsp;in ICELAND, but if I can get a direct flight? I'm gonna do that, I'm gonna do it. I'm looking at the Expresss Holiday Inn in Hammersmith as where I to stay. It's fairly close to the "tube" and as long as I'm close to that, Vics says I can go anywhere in London. I'm really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that I'm actually going to feel like I'm in a different place this time. When I was in Chicago last year, I was cool to be there, but to be honest, I didn't feel like I was away from home. I easily adapted to the city and was taking the trains like a regular, but London, I have a feeling will feel different, and for a change, I will be the one with a funny accent..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also the trip San Diego to meet up with my other online friends. This is going to happen at (insert singing angels here) Comic Con. This is such a big deal in the geek world that the normal world takes notice. I keep checking the website for the Con for when the passes come on sale because they sell out fairly quickly. This is how quickly they sell out. The 4 day passes and the preview night have already sold out. They sold out at the 2010 Con, so I never even got a chance at the passes with the preview night. PISS ME OFF. Oh well, no preview night for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So summer of 2011 is going to be a lot of fun between travelling to San Diego and London. I need something to look forward to after what has happened with the lack of vacation fun of 2010. 2010 sucked overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-1668660755685308662?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/1668660755685308662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=1668660755685308662&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/1668660755685308662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/1668660755685308662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/09/talking-about-my-damn-vacations.html' title='Talking about my damn vacations'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-3994944887753303411</id><published>2010-09-07T13:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T13:43:40.404-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Religious Douchebag.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;I'm late, I think, well I need to blog some more. Why? I don't know, but I just think that I should.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;There's this guy who thinks he a man of God, but in reality he's just a racist hypocrite douchebag, who happens to run a church. This bonehead has done stuff like put up signs that Islam is the Devil in front of his lame excuse of a church, but his latest scheme to get attention (which has worked), is his plan to burn the Quran on September 11th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Apparently&amp;nbsp;this wackjob was on&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2010/US/09/07/florida.quran.burning/index.html?hpt=T2"&gt; CNN this morning&lt;/a&gt; and he's starting to change his tune and is hinting that perhaps his so-called church won't be doing this after all. Now the last thing I want to see is some&amp;nbsp;desecrate&amp;nbsp;a holy book, I'm curious to see what would happen if they went through with it. Personally I think pissing off a bunch of people who are known for their outrage at such&amp;nbsp;desecrations&amp;nbsp;is not a good idea.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Now I&amp;nbsp;honestly&amp;nbsp;believe that some&amp;nbsp;Muslims get a little too extreme over their religion, but then again, so do Christians.&amp;nbsp;Specifically&amp;nbsp;some in a&amp;nbsp;Florida&amp;nbsp;church who plan to burn a Quran on September 11th. I honestly do not believe that this is how the victims of 9/11 want to honored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Another thing, I've thought that certain Muslims unjust in their thinking that they have the right to decide how others think and what they can and cannot say. I was against the protesters about the Danish Comics in 2005. I was against the arresting of a British teacher because she allowed a child to name a teddy bear to be named Mohammad, why what these guys are doing is deliberately trying to piss them off.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Is it just me or is it a bad idea to piss off a bunch of&amp;nbsp;extremists&amp;nbsp;who are famous for strapping explosives to their body and detonating it, kill&amp;nbsp;themselves&amp;nbsp;and many other people around them?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Let's be honest as well. This whole Quran&amp;nbsp;burning&amp;nbsp;is for one reason and one reason only. It's about hate. These people hate Muslims because they are different than themselves. Why I don't agree with some of their beliefs, I don't hate them. Also, the stuff that I have a real problem about isn't really Islam, but&amp;nbsp;cultural. I'm against the women being covered from head to toe. I'm against the Iranian court ordering a woman to be put to death for adultery. The people who act in that manor isn't because of Islam. They use it as an excuse to act that way. I've met many Muslims and I've always thought they were the nicest people in the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Too bad the same thing can't be said for the people who want to burn the Quran on September 11th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-3994944887753303411?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/3994944887753303411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=3994944887753303411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3994944887753303411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3994944887753303411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/09/religious-douchebag.html' title='Religious Douchebag.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-6253949216300220063</id><published>2010-08-30T13:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T13:27:14.534-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='back?'/><title type='text'>One frigging day I’ll blog and stay blogging I swear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span id="internal-source-marker_0.0458784019574523" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;Today, I was surprised to see a comment posted by someone other than the damn Chinese Spammers today. Miss Jay made a comment, and I’m glad that she’s back. I’ ve always enjoyed reading her blog. I’m trying to come up with something witty to describe how well she writes, but I’m coming up with an Epic Fail. I’m such a fan that I’m planing to go to London next year and see a different blogger friend....wait, that’s not right. Well I am planing to move back east after getting my MBA, so maybe I’ll meet her then...my blog friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;So I’m happy to see that she hasn’t blog faded after all. She is indeed back, and now once again, have that nagging need to blog again, and who knows if I can start blogging regularly again, perhaps I can start writing naughty stories again for someone else....don’t ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I think my problem is that my life has become so mundane. Days seem to blur together into weeks, and weeks into months and all I see is the same. Every frigging day. That’s why i need to do something different. I need to go to the next level. One of those things is the London trip next year, as well as the trip to San Diego, for Comic-Con with my City of Heroes friends. I’m sick and tired of going back the that small town in Ontario over and over again. The town where my family is, but I have no attachment to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I am going back in time so to speak on October. I’m going back to Fort McMurray. Where I grew up, What I feel is home. Sure my family doesn’t like there, but my mom is going to be visiting when I go there as well. Strangely, she also sees it as a homecoming. I find it strange in the fact that she was one of the people who forced me back east. However looking at it now, I think like me, she felt it was time to be closer to family. I see that now, but then....I was less than understanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I’m still debating on if I should do the direct flight to London from Calgary, or do the connecting flight in Iceland. I’ve gone through this in my head for awhile, over a year, but I still haven’t decided. I think it’s just cool of stoping in Iceland just to say that I went to Iceland. Do you know anyone who’s been to Iceland? Probably not but still, it’s frigging ICELAND.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;I’m going to cut this short because I need to go back to work soon, and I don’t want this to be another one of the many unfinished blog posts that I have written. So once again, I’m gonna try and blog again. Who knows, maybe I’ll write about my boob fetish again. Wait, the one time I write about the boob fetish is the time my mom shows up.....I can explain mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-6253949216300220063?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/6253949216300220063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=6253949216300220063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6253949216300220063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6253949216300220063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/08/one-frigging-day-ill-blog-and-stay.html' title='One frigging day I’ll blog and stay blogging I swear.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-8326588181448185498</id><published>2010-07-06T11:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:54:05.311-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fort McMurray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Going Home'/><title type='text'>I'm going home.</title><content type='html'>I'm going home for Thanksgiving, and I'm really looking forward to going. I haven't been home for years, lots of years. Now I'm probably confusing some people right now, since I spent Christmas with my family, and was back east for my brothers wedding, and my fathers funeral. There's a simple&amp;nbsp;explanation&amp;nbsp;for this. While my family is from and still lives in Ontario, I've never considered it home. I grew up in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fort_McMurray"&gt;Fort McMurray Alberta&lt;/a&gt;. From grades 2 to 11. I consider Fort McMurray home.&amp;nbsp;Like I said before. I haven't been there for a long time. Far longer than I care to admit, but I feel far more attachment to this place than anywhere in Ontario.&amp;nbsp;So my mother will be up&amp;nbsp;visiting&amp;nbsp;long lost friend for 3 weeks in the fall, those 3 weeks will include Thanksgiving weekend, so I'm going up. I'm going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird that I'm the only person in my family that feels this kind of attachment towards Fort McMurray. My sister is going back in July for a few weeks, and my brother was born in Fort McMurray, but I'm the only one who feels a real connection. Sure my mom is talking about finding our old house, and I plan on doing that myself, but she doesn't feel like it's going home. It's not her home. It's my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we moved back east, I did not take it well. In fact I made my parents life a living hell. I look back at how I acted soon after moving back east to Sturgeon Falls Ontario, and I realized that those days were not my proudest moments. However they failed to understand that they took me away from my home and brought me to a town that to this day that I don't like. Now my parents understand that I feel no attachment to that town, but back then...I was an asshole, and admit it, but to defend my actions. They took me away from my home one year before I graduated high school, As a result, someone screwed up my school transcripts and I had to do an extra semester of high school, I ended up going to school in some stupid Northern Ontario community college. Life did not go the way I wanted it to. For the record, I do not blame my parents for things not going the way I wanted them to. I blame Sturgeon Falls, Ontario. I also blame myself for listening to my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fort Mac is an extremely expensive place to live these days, but it's still home. I still want to go there. I want to relive my childhood, by visiting my old schools, my old Elementary, Jr High and High School. I want to see my old house, I want to see the bank where my mom used to work as a Loans Officer, I want to see Syncrude, where my dad worked. I want to see the Oil Barons play hockey again....I want to go back in time and relive the good parts of growing up. That's what happens when you go home. Back to Fort McMurray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-8326588181448185498?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/8326588181448185498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=8326588181448185498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/8326588181448185498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/8326588181448185498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-going-home.html' title='I&apos;m going home.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-4836690939840913621</id><published>2010-06-29T13:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T13:08:09.773-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rescue me'/><title type='text'>Rescue Me is BACK</title><content type='html'>I remember when I loved TV. I thought there were many great shows as a kid. Needless to say, I was a dumb kid. I look through the channel guide on my PVR/STB and I usually come to the same conclusion. There's a log of crap out there. Recently I went on a rant about the canceling of one of my favorite shows, but now I can hold my head up high at the return on another of my favorite tv shows. &lt;a href="http://www.fxnetworks.com/shows/originals/rescueme/"&gt;RESCUE Me IS back&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long while since we left Tommy (Denis Leary) on the floor of the bar with a bullet hole in his chest, while all friends were forced by gunpoint to watch him bleed to death. I'm really looking forward to seeing the&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;of the new season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to tell you about the show because you should already be watching it. I own the first four seasons on DVD, and I still need to buy season 5, but I know season 6 is going to be great. I know that once again, there will be stories within stories about Tommy Gavin, his family, and fellow firefighters at house 62.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that pains me, is that I know that this show will soon end. I've heard that they're timing the final season to end with the 10th anniversary of 9/11. Which sort of makes sense, since 9/11 is always hanging in the background on the show. Tommy, was at 9/11. His cousin, (who he still sees now and then) died in 9/11. Even the&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;of the first episode takes about the firefighters who died in 9/11. It's only fitting that the last episode honors the 10th anniversary of this horrible incident in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, if you've never seen the show, I highly recommend that you rent the box sets and watch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAAAA Rescue Me is back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, so is Futurama. but it's not as good as Rescue Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-4836690939840913621?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/4836690939840913621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=4836690939840913621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/4836690939840913621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/4836690939840913621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/06/rescue-me-is-back.html' title='Rescue Me is BACK'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-2618475536394001578</id><published>2010-06-23T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T13:09:55.296-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid blackberry'/><title type='text'>They've chained me again</title><content type='html'>The current job has done something horrible to me. I feel so ashamed, so defeated, so humilated. They issued me a Blackberry. CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like the idea of work being able to get a hold of me from ANYWHERE. Well I can see their point of view. I actually work in two buildings, so sometimes I can hard to get in contact with, you I just feel like a collar has been placed around me. Bleech,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was proud to have a company phone. I was ticked that it wasn't a Blackberry, but as I grew wiser, I realized what was really going on. It's a way of being in contact all the time. Yuck. Well I got news for you. I'm not answering that phone at 3:00am....unless I'm on call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they own me now, but sometimes selling out is a means to getting what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-2618475536394001578?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/2618475536394001578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=2618475536394001578&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/2618475536394001578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/2618475536394001578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/06/theyve-chained-me-again.html' title='They&apos;ve chained me again'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-5043200474185391471</id><published>2010-06-22T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T12:09:35.877-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world cup'/><title type='text'>I officially find the World Cup boring.</title><content type='html'>I've been hearing about the World Cup from lots of people, but it's not something that I've taken much interest in. The most I have done was send a congratulation to a Portuguese friend about the Portugal/North Korea blowout. Saying that, last night I started to watch the Spain/Honduras game. I was not impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to get into the spirit, but I really wasn't into it, but I started making my own commentary, since I was getting bored with the English guy calling the game. Well making my own commentary isn't really the best way to describe it. What I started doing was saying over and over again, "Look at me, I kick the ball", in different accents. It didn't matter who had the ball, it was a different accent, from&amp;nbsp;Jamaican, to French, to Russian, to whatever. I can't decide if it was racist, since I didn't focus on one&amp;nbsp;ethnic&amp;nbsp;group, and all I was saying over and over was "Look at me, I kick the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, I don't get it. I don't get how this sport is the most popular sport in the world. YAAAWWNN. All people do is run about, kick a ball. Every once in a while,&amp;nbsp;someone&amp;nbsp;will fall, scream and hold their knee for 5 minutes, and that's it. BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see it as a innocent game. Something that kids will play in a schoolyard. Not something to be watched by millions, on TV around the world. It;s people kicking a ball and running about. The only thing that would interesting would be if the South American announcer would have been calling the game. The guy who says GOOOOOAAAAALLLLL, That guy would be cool, but instead hear some Brit showing us that he has a bigger vocabulary than I do. SCREW THAT.&amp;nbsp;I'm not jealous of him or anything like that, but seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That might be a problem. Some people might be taking this game too seriously. There's this guy in South Africa &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5gY9GWWoPXicU7xpfHbMdTy1T9kJAD9GD3QD00"&gt;who was killed by his own family for watching the World Cup&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;Apparently&amp;nbsp;everyone else in the family wanted to watch some Gospel show, he disagreed so they killed him. While, there was no comment from God, I'm pretty sure he disapproved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, North Korean television&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5jNZ5uRvSF5B90Nm6gUR9eq21laOwD9GG2BF00"&gt; aired the game live, only to cut the feed&lt;/a&gt; after their team was loosing by 4 goals. They cut the show claiming the game was over and switch to some propaganda about engineers praising their nutball leader. They never got to see the end of the game. They never saw that their team lost 7-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually find the news stories about the World Cup more interesting than the actual game itself. I really don't care about the players kicking and saying "Look at me. I kick the ball". I'm waiting for a good old fashion soccer riot. That would be more interesting than the game itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-5043200474185391471?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/5043200474185391471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=5043200474185391471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5043200474185391471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5043200474185391471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-officially-find-world-cup-boring.html' title='I officially find the World Cup boring.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-9015020017594970436</id><published>2010-06-14T21:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T21:42:34.092-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self worth'/><title type='text'>I want more....does that mean I'm being selfish? I just want to talk.</title><content type='html'>I look at myself in the mirror now, and I see one problem resolved. My skin is clear. I look at my&amp;nbsp;finances, and I see a light at the end of the hole I dug myself into. I look at my goal of getting my MBA in the next 5 years, and I might have another option for paying for it, other than student loan (which I REFUSE to do). I'm going to London next summer. Heck, I could have pulled it off this year except for not having enough holiday time. Now all I need to do is loose weight and learn how to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weight thing is obvious, but learning to talk? I know how to talk, it's just that I can't talk to people. Not in real life anyway. In real life, I'm really shy. I'm the type of person who can be alone in a crowded room. Ironically, I can talk to a crowd. I have no problems in public speaking but one on one with a stranger or even with a small group of friends...I'll always be the silent one. Sure, I'll try to say one thing or two, but other than that, I'm shutting up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this holding me back? It might be. It's just that when I start talking to a stranger, I always think that they can see inside of me, and see my negative self image. I think they see the failure I perceive myself to be. I know I'm not a failure...compared to a lot of people out there, I've fairly successful, but inside all I see are the things I never did, like loose weight. I believe this is my final hurdle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you didn't guess yet. I'm wining this post. I'm just typing and letting the words appear on the screen. Some people say that this is when I'm at my best. I'm not sure if that's true, but if other people say it, then I guess I&amp;nbsp;believe&amp;nbsp;them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another friend who also has a weight problem, and she also has a self image problem. I told her that she has to love her as is, before making a change. Now if I could only follow my own advice. Maybe I'll have better luck after read those Dale Carnegie book that &lt;a href="http://vancouverisleollie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Olly&lt;/a&gt; recommend indirectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-9015020017594970436?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/9015020017594970436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=9015020017594970436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/9015020017594970436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/9015020017594970436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-want-moredoes-that-mean-im-being.html' title='I want more....does that mean I&apos;m being selfish? I just want to talk.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-2161027111512438254</id><published>2010-06-02T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:30:43.034-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='airport blogging'/><title type='text'>At the airport again</title><content type='html'>Once again, I'm blogging at the airport. There's something I like about being able to blog from the Calgary International Airport. Maybe it's the comfy chairs where you can sit down and work from your laptop. Maybe it's the power outlets so you can plug in your laptop and make sure your battery is fully charged before getting on the plane for a long flight. Not all planes have AC outlet to plug in your electronic devices. Actually it's the free wifi which I think is the best. HINT HINT Pearson International Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I didn't get this seat right away. I had to wait for some old hag to move her ass off this seat. The perfect laptop blogging seat, but she's gone now. The evil old hag with her feet on the comfy chair, while reading her Good Housekeeping magazine. If she was a good housekeeper she wouldn't have had her shoes on the damn comfy chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/TAZ2fnI44QI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Dj5VKGHmJPQ/s1600/DSCF1960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/TAZ2fnI44QI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Dj5VKGHmJPQ/s400/DSCF1960.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how nice this chair is and some hag had to put her damn feet on them. What is she had stepped in dog poop before getting to the airport. How rude of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news I'm all set to go, and waiting by the gate. The bad news is that after I land I need to go to Walmart to pick up a razor, and other bathroom stuff. I didn't have room to pack any of that stuff because I had to pack 6 Cheese Graters that my mom asked me to buy for her at Ikea. Yes 6 Cheese Graters. She wants to give them as gifts. Honestly, a cheese grater isn't exactly the thing I would want to receive as a gift, but it was an Ikea Cheese Grater, and they are cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is my last trip home for awhile. I'm not planning on going home again for a long time, because...well I'd rather go to London. Which I will do...next year. I almost have enough to go this year, but I don't have the holiday time now. Hope you appreciate the sacrifice I'm making bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I'm glad to be there for him. He's my brother after all. I'm even going to be in the wedding party. I've even have a speech ready in case I'm asked to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to blog from home, but no promises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-2161027111512438254?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/2161027111512438254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=2161027111512438254&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/2161027111512438254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/2161027111512438254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/06/at-airport-again.html' title='At the airport again'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/TAZ2fnI44QI/AAAAAAAAAWY/Dj5VKGHmJPQ/s72-c/DSCF1960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-8979390617671310499</id><published>2010-05-26T13:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:20:05.271-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick bastard'/><title type='text'>On behalf of the male gender, I appolgize</title><content type='html'>Recently, there was an incident on a Continental flight from Hong Kong to Newark, New Jersey where some sick 63 year old bastard was caught, in a &lt;a href="http://wcbstv.com/local/newark.airport.sex.2.1711923.html"&gt;sexual&amp;nbsp;assault&amp;nbsp;against the person sitting next to him on the plane&lt;/a&gt;. From what I've read, the woman was asleep and she was awaken by someone from behind her kicking her seat, to be awaken with this asshole with his hand ...I'm not going to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that the FBI was waiting for Ramesh Advani when he got off the plane, and his entire family got to witness him taken away by the FBI. I normally try to refrain from using names on my blog but, I take great pleasure in exposing that sick old bastard as the pervert he is&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Now I`ve kidded in the past of being a closet pervert, but I have NEVER EVER doing anything like that. The idea of forcing myself onto someone else sickens me. It`s wrong, plain and simple. It`s usually sub&amp;nbsp;intelligent&amp;nbsp;people who have no respect for other people. There`s a place for people like this. It`s called jail.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I hope this guy makes the mistake of `dropping the soap` so he`s made to feel like the innocent victim he molested. She didn`t deserve to be touched by that sick bastard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Seriously, what`s wrong with some people. I hope he gets raped in jail to feel the same&amp;nbsp;humiliation&amp;nbsp;that his victim felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-8979390617671310499?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/8979390617671310499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=8979390617671310499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/8979390617671310499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/8979390617671310499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-behalf-of-male-gender-i-appolgize.html' title='On behalf of the male gender, I appolgize'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-3272363583047503984</id><published>2010-05-21T16:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T16:13:02.147-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting politcal'/><title type='text'>I don't think even China believes them this time</title><content type='html'>I'm sure that everyone has heard the news of the week about the &lt;a href="http://en.wikinews.org/wiki/South_Korean_navy_ship_sinks_off_North_Korean_coast"&gt;South Korean ship that was sink by a torpedo fired by a North Korean submarine&lt;/a&gt; by now. If not, then were the hell have you been? I keep reading more and I can't belive that the North Korean government statements about it. How it;s all a lie and any sanction against them would be considered an act of war. Well guess what Kim Jon Ill, firing a topedo and sinking a South Korean navy vessel is consider an act of war you stupid hyprocite. Seriously, their arrogants is beyond me. Even China, who's their only friend is shaking their head over this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the problem is that, since they're developed a nuclear weapon, that they have the right to act this recklessly without concequences. That is obviously incorrect, and they need to learn this lesson, and their own arrogance is going to make them learn it the hard way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, who would belive these people? Just a few weeks ago, they claimed in their &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/world/story/2010/05/12/nuclear-fusion-north-korea.html"&gt;state run newspaper that they have developed Nucelar Fusion&lt;/a&gt;? I seriously doubt it. I don't belive a damn thing that their government says. Who would? I don't think even China belives them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do these old guys really think that this kind of behavoir will go on forever? The good thing is that I belive that time in on our side, and as these crazy old bastards start to die off, then the next generation will have a clue and stop this insantiy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened in the former Soviert Union. It wasn't until the peoeple in power who lived through the second war died, that we started to see some changes in that country, and then the old guard fell from the inside, not the outside. I predict that this will soon happen with North Korea. China also learned this lesson and now allow captialism in their country. It's still not perfect, but it's a lot better then the past. We're starting to see it happen in Iran as well. Time is indeed on our size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, smarten up you dumbasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-3272363583047503984?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/3272363583047503984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=3272363583047503984&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3272363583047503984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3272363583047503984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-dont-think-even-china-believes-them.html' title='I don&apos;t think even China believes them this time'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-7985067615780709870</id><published>2010-05-20T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:49:45.022-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU CANNOT SNOOP FOR PORN ON MY LAPTOP</title><content type='html'>I stare at the screen, without an idea of what to talk about. My mind tends to drift back to the word "boobies", but I'm not going to talk about them; at least not today. I'm just glad that people can't search my mind for porn, or else I would be in deep trouble. It's also a good thing that I keep that stuff off my laptop and cellphone, or else someone my see it. Someone like the &lt;a href="http://www.sexparty.org.au/index.php/press-releases/723-new-customs-rules-on-porn-to-trap-travellers-returning-home"&gt;Customs&amp;nbsp;Officials&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;Australia&lt;/a&gt;. I once considered moving to the "land down under", but the more I learn about the&amp;nbsp;country's laws, the more I want to avoid the place...for long periods of time. For the longest time, I've been reading&amp;nbsp;about the censor laws in Australia but not they think they can snoop through my cell phone and laptop. NO FRIGGING WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been hearing about laws like this cropping up for some time now in different countries, including the UK, and other places, and I just laugh at the what they're trying to do. In the days of online storage, why would anyone keep their smut on their laptop while going through any Customs Office? Of course there are the dumb people who will get caught. They aren't as tech savy as I am. (I'm a professional computer geek, of course I'm tech savy), but dumb people deserve to be caught. Especially if it's illegal crap like...that stuff. However, if I want to see some explicit BOMP BOMP CHICA BOMP. That's my business, not some governments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know there are countries that ban that stuff for religious reasons, and while I dislike the idea, I do understand their thinking.&amp;nbsp;Australia&amp;nbsp;is just the frigging thought police. They're not censoring the stuff for religious reasons. They're doing it because they're being pompous control freak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good news is that one of the local political parties is trying to so something about it, thought I can honestly say that I'm no a member of the "Sex Party". I'm a member of the "I'm Not Getting Any Party".&amp;nbsp; Seriously, this is another case of government having too much control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think being in Canada, I'm a little safer from that due to the proximity to the United States. Many of their ideas regarding free speech and personal rights flow across the border, and to be honest, I don't think it's a bad thing that this kind of influence is coming across the the border. I think it protects us more than other countries, but seriously, this era is Big Brother looking for porn on my laptop and cellphone is just the start to something nastier. First porn, then what;s next? Unpopular ideas? New ways of thinking? No thought police please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-7985067615780709870?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/7985067615780709870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=7985067615780709870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/7985067615780709870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/7985067615780709870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-cannot-snoop-for-porn-on-my-laptop.html' title='YOU CANNOT SNOOP FOR PORN ON MY LAPTOP'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-3878515035159878052</id><published>2010-05-19T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:03:56.115-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='NBC SUCKS'/><title type='text'>NBC SUCKS</title><content type='html'>Ok this isn't exactly news. We all knew this even before they screwed &lt;a href="http://www.deadline.com/2010/05/conan-to-60-minutes-not-possible-his-tonight-show-lost-money/"&gt;Conan O'Brien&lt;/a&gt; over with the Tonight Show bullshit, but to cancel Heroes? DAMN YOU NBC YOU SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no secret that most of the executives at NBC are morons. Making stupid decision after stupid decision to the point that there really isn't anything good on anymore. I've looked at their new fall lineup and the only thing I'll be watching is Celebrity Apprentice, and that starts next March. Did I mention that NBC SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were rumors of this happening for weeks now, but to actually here it, and just end it there is pathetic. There was talk of a 2 hour movie finale, but that's not happening. At least when CBS cancelled Jericho, they realized that the fans needed closer and gave us 8 more episodes to end the story. NBC just left us with NOTHING. NBC YOU SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, these days I rarely watch any US Network TV because of Bullshit like that. At least with Lost, they got to finish the damn story. Heroes got NOTHING. These days, people want to have some sort of closure when it comes to their TV programs. It's not the age of Leave it to Beaver anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally think that cable network executives are a lot smart than people at the broadcast network. Cable networks give us great shows like Rescue Me, Battlestar Galatica, The Sopranos, Blue Blood, Dexter, Caprica (I heard this might be done as well). At least these shows when end, they will give us some closer. Heroes has left us hanging. YOU SUCK NBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should I even watch US network TV anymore? What the hell is left, another&amp;nbsp;spin-off&amp;nbsp;of Law and Order? Screw that. I'll patiently wait for Celebrity Apprentice and that's it. NO MORE NBC. YOU SUCK NBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can guess, I'm not taking this well. I own the first three seasons of Heroes and I'll probably end up buying the&amp;nbsp;fourth&amp;nbsp;as well, but I'm not buying the fifth because there will be no fifth season. This is an revenue stream that NBC is too stupid to figure out. At least Fox figured it out with Family Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, I'm pissed. NBC YOU SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-3878515035159878052?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/3878515035159878052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=3878515035159878052&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3878515035159878052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3878515035159878052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/05/nbc-sucks.html' title='NBC SUCKS'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-8550484343058439624</id><published>2010-05-06T12:33:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T13:07:06.287-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my dad is gone'/><title type='text'>Last words about my father</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I went away for a bit, but it happens. At least I committed myself to go back. I didn't feel like blogging while I was home, and I took a quick break when I got back. Well not much of a break, but one nonetheless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I never got the chance to say goodbye to my dad. In fact, I never got the chance to "see" him when I was down. He was cremated before I even landed in Toronto. I never got the chance to say goodbye. The last thing I said to him was "see you in June".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My father didn't always see eye to eye on things. I even remember when we argued about something we both agreed on. That's how we were, but that's my dad. My dad as a strong, smart person, but growing up was a different story. I thought of him as a control freak, I thought he always had to have his way. I know know better. I now know that he wanted to make me a better person. In many ways he succeeded, but there was always a deep seeded resentment I felt for him. A resentment I've only managed to let go after his passing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I do have some regrets however. We didn't always talk. Whenever I called home, as soon as he answered the phone and after a few "how are things", he would say "I'll get your mother". Toward the end we would chat more. Maybe it was because he knew his time was coming, or maybe it was the encouragement from my mother, but he did open up more. He asked about work and how my career was going. Something this I find important as well. I guess I am my father's son. I do regret not telling him of my plans of going back to University to get my MBA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A good family friend gave my dads eulogy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; border-collapse: separate; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I wish I had a copy of it, but I never thought about it until now. He told stories about my dad. Some I knew. One I was a part of, and one I didn't know, but it was all classic "my dad". It was a hard service for me. It was the only time I actually "say him", and even then I never said goodbye. I couldn't bring myself to doing it. He's not gone. He's just someone better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://yourlifemoments.ca/sitepages/obituary.asp?oId=386626"&gt;Reno Restoule &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(1943-2010)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2 bytes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-8550484343058439624?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/8550484343058439624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=8550484343058439624&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/8550484343058439624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/8550484343058439624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-words-about-my-father.html' title='Last words about my father'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-2519730873677477026</id><published>2010-04-26T08:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T08:05:07.701-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peeple who have no shame'/><title type='text'>No Friggin respect.</title><content type='html'>Someone posted a spam comment on the blog post talking about my dad dying. Some people have no shame. It's seriously disgusting.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2 bytes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-2519730873677477026?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/2519730873677477026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=2519730873677477026&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/2519730873677477026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/2519730873677477026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-friggin-respect.html' title='No Friggin respect.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-4208989936608342095</id><published>2010-04-23T06:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T07:01:34.215-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my dad is gone'/><title type='text'>I have to go home.</title><content type='html'>My father passed away earlier this week. I feel horrible. I've been able to keep it out of my mind most of the time, but today I have to face reality head on. I'm not looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my last blog post, I took a look at how many airmiles I had saved and it turns out that I had enough for one more flight, so I booked it. I could only get a flight to Toronto. My sister-in-law has to pick me up at the airport before we endure a 4 hour drive with my nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole idea of being an uncle has always seemed foreign to me. I guess that's the advantage of living thousands of kilometers away from family. Isolating myself over the going ons of family. Over the years I've heard about things going on back home. People getting married, people splitting up, people having kids, and people dying. I've always been able to take that information and file it under whatever, but not this time. This time reality is bitch slapping me in the face. I'm not sure how I'm going to hold out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering why I'm not writing about my dad, it's quite simple. I'm in a public place and I don't want to break down and start sobbing in an airport terminal. Whenever I think about him, after a few minutes later the reality sinks in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAWD DAMMIT ENOUGH OF THE DAMN PAGES AT THE AIRPORT THEY WON'T STOP AND ITS TOO LOUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a hard enough time writing this without hearing the 15th page for passenger Davis that he need to board his plane to Vancouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not looking forward to facing the reality about this. I want to honor him in my blog, but I can't do it. Not now, not here in the terminal of an airport. I don't want strangers see me cry, though I doubt that would happen with the constant pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I can say is, while I didn't agree with everything he said, and I do/did...have some dad issues, I still loved him, and he will be missed. I will miss him. I love you dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-4208989936608342095?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/4208989936608342095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=4208989936608342095&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/4208989936608342095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/4208989936608342095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-to-go-home.html' title='I have to go home.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-5853677388191667497</id><published>2010-04-20T11:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T12:13:31.099-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiding from reality'/><title type='text'>I don't know.</title><content type='html'>I'm conflicted right now. I got some really bad news last night. It appears that my father's time in this world is coming to an end. They're measuring his time in weeks, and they're using prime numbers. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to get home, but my brief stint at unemployment has decimated my savings. I can't afford to fly home. I'm worried that if I take time off I won't have enough money to pay my rent. My sister is offering to cover my flight, but still...I'm ashamed of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be with my family right now, but instead I'm thousands of kilometers away feeling ashamed of myself. I'm not where I should be. I think that it' time to reconsider moving back east to be closer to my family. Then I'll be closer to my family. Then again, I can't afford to move anywhere right now. Everything costs money and I don't have any of it. I just started putting money away again, and it's not going to cover a flight back east. I've only been working for a month. The good news is that there will still be a job waiting for me when I get back. The boss assured me of that when I spoke to her about it. She was very supportive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now I'm still in denial over the whole thing, but then again, I've been in denial about the whole cancer thing. I never mentioned it because I was so far away, I could forget it. I can't do that anymore. I've been ignoring a few things lately, hoping they go away, but they never do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-5853677388191667497?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/5853677388191667497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=5853677388191667497&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5853677388191667497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5853677388191667497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-know.html' title='I don&apos;t know.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-6762217023937777945</id><published>2010-04-19T12:00:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T12:18:24.485-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yadda yadda'/><title type='text'>Yes, I'm being vague, and all over the place.</title><content type='html'>Well....I got nothing...that I can talk about right now. Certain people might be reading my stuff, and I don't want to take any chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that it's going to take awhile to bring everyone back, and certain other people who were my regulars also seemed to have blog faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some personal crap last Thursday, and Friday, which is why I didn't blog, but I'm here again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is suppose to happen today, but I now have the feeling that it's not going to happen, and I've yet to receive ANY feedback from this person. Well because of this, I'm continuing to loose faith in that person, and it's making a possible choice even easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to wear the smaller sized pants that I own. I put on the ones that are a size higher, and they make my ass look huge. I know I have a fat guy ass, but there are things I can do to minimize the "IT'S COMING RIGHT AT US, RUN" effect it can have with people, and wearing the larger sized pants is a no no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've changed the title of this blog post 4 times so far. I can't make up my mind what ti call this drivel. It's definitely a yadda yadda, but I'm not going to call it that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the talk of 3DTV, when will 3D porn be appearing. I'm not sure I like the idea of having to duck at the end of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If some things work out the way I'd like them too, I might still be able to go to London this year, but things, don't work out perfectly with me often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I predict that I'll be buying a Star Wars Bluray box set when it comes out in late 2011. I've bought these movies 3 times so far. I'm really stupid. Then again, I've bought Lord of the Rings, twice, and the Star Trek movies twice as well. I can see myself buying the Star Trek movies a third time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to win the lottery, so life can be my bitch for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 bytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-6762217023937777945?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/6762217023937777945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=6762217023937777945&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6762217023937777945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6762217023937777945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/04/yes-im-being-vague-and-all-over-place.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m being vague, and all over the place.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-5197856213137333061</id><published>2010-04-14T12:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T12:20:56.195-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going somehwere tonight.</title><content type='html'>Last night I learned about a information seminar to be held today for getting my MBA at the local university. I know I can do the classes at night, and I don't plan on going for a few years. I refuse to do the student loan thing again, so I won't be starting this process for a at least 2-3 years, but I will do it, because when I set my mind to something I do it. It just takes time. Even the book is taking longer than expected, but I am working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm working in a place where you see a lot of smart people and people in big offices, and right now I work in a dark hole where there's no sunlight. Then again, IT people aren't suppose to like sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line, I'm going as far as I would like to, in this position. I want more in life. Is that wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight I'm going to spend 2 hours in some meeting room at the Chamber of Commerce meeting some people, and listening to some crap about whatever. I'm not sure if I'll enjoy it, but it's definitely stuff I need to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that....I got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-5197856213137333061?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/5197856213137333061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=5197856213137333061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5197856213137333061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5197856213137333061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/04/im-going-somehwere-tonight.html' title='I&apos;m going somehwere tonight.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-7573464619336827675</id><published>2010-04-13T11:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T12:13:36.058-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleavage'/><title type='text'>A problem with my eyes</title><content type='html'>I have this problem with my eyes. I've had it since I was 13, and while I've been battling with this problem all my adult life. I can't seem to overcome this problem. My eyes always stare at cleavage, and I can't stop them from doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be walking down the street, minding my own business, then suddenly I see cleavage, I can't see anything else. I just can't stop looking at it. I could end up walking into traffic, and get hit by a car. This is a real problem. I could be trying to have a conversation with someone and then suddenly...I'm staring at cleavage. I can't stop my eyes from doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to be disrespectful, honestly...it's just my eyes seem to have a mind of their own when it comes to this problem. They just look to stare at cleavage. Now for some reason, my eyes don't have any interest in bare breasts, (that's my brain). So I'm not sure what to do. I've been wearing sunglasses a lot in the summer so women can't see me staring at their cleavage, but still this is something I need to learn how to control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if women just went out topless, then my eyes wouldn't get so excited over the cleavage anyone. There are places where this is allowed, and perhaps I need to move there. If there are exposed breasts everywhere, my eyes won't be locked on their cleavage anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I need to test that theory. Maybe the local strip bar will help me with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-7573464619336827675?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/7573464619336827675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=7573464619336827675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/7573464619336827675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/7573464619336827675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/04/problem-with-my-eyes.html' title='A problem with my eyes'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-3482937775691474565</id><published>2010-04-12T12:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:00:02.060-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job hunt'/><title type='text'>The opportunites keep moving farther and farther, but not too far</title><content type='html'>I got another call today for a possible job. It's further towards the end of the city then where I am now, and I'd have to take a bus. YUCK. Then again... it's not a contract job. It's a real job and I would be secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this good be a good opportunity, and I perhaps this could be the one job that I get...other than the contract job which has no security, or benefits. Which is why I'm still looking elsewhere for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the job description again, and I didn't think that I would get a call back. I'm missing a small part of the requirements, but maybe I can get trained on the job. I have played with SQL in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to mention who the job is with...just that I hope this is the permanent job that comes through for me. I hate this contract thing...which wouldn't be so bad except I'm only guaranteed a job till the end of April. There's an option for more work...but it's just an option. I don't like staking my future on an "option".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd would like it if I got hired here, but at this point, I don't have a confirmation, so until then I'll keep looking for other jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-3482937775691474565?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/3482937775691474565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=3482937775691474565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3482937775691474565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3482937775691474565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/04/opportunites-keep-moving-farther-and.html' title='The opportunites keep moving farther and farther, but not too far'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-7667855425576107554</id><published>2010-04-09T12:05:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:23:33.412-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yadda yadda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog post 22'/><title type='text'>I think I broke last years record</title><content type='html'>Ok 2009 was a miserable year for my blog. I completed a total of 21 blog posts for the ENTIRE FRIGGIN YEAR. I think it was because I was happy. I was working at a great place and didn't have anything to bitch or complain about. So after the great career crash of 2010, I started to blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm doing contract work, and I'm hoping that it will last longer than expected. I'm doing pretty well, and I'm continuing to learn new skills, to add to my resume, and I figure this will add to my eventual goals of....lots of moneyhood. I'm still working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying not to be miserable, but at the same time, I tend to worry about the future. The good news everyone seems to like me, and I have stepped up, and it looks like that I'll be here past the original end of contract date, which is good. I just wish I had some sense of security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've noticed that this place has gotten more seriously lately. I think I've lost my way again. I need to go back to denying my boob fetish, and stuff like that. That's what made Tales from the Great White North such a good read to the one or two people who read this crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and one thing I need to get off my chest. THE CALGARY FLAMES NOT MAKING THE PLAYOFFS!!! WHAT A FRIGGING SURPRISE YOU DAMN SLACKERS. I blame the team, not the coach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I feel better now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a shameful confession to make. I'm following &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/kirstiealley"&gt;Kristie Alley on twitter&lt;/a&gt;. What happened to her? I used to think she was so hot, now she's just nasty. I don't mean her weight, I mean her attitude. Seriously...what the hell. Then again, if I was her, I'd be pissed off at the constant comments on her weight. That stuff can really hurt. Now that I think about it, I bet it was all those comments which have made her so harsh. Well maybe. I do remember that she's also a chain smoker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is turning into a yadda yadda, but it's also blog post #22 for 2010, so I have broken my old record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that I made that post yesterday as well. I now have a public record of my goals, and I will accomplish them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so here's another goal. Once I blog for 10 straight days (not including weekends), I'll bring back the photo friday, and if I manage to continue for 20 straight days, then I'll bring back the Clip of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm building a regular sequence now, of blogging during my lunch time at work, so the time is there. I just hope that they keep me around in order to keep going on the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-7667855425576107554?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/7667855425576107554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=7667855425576107554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/7667855425576107554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/7667855425576107554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-think-i-broke-last-years-record.html' title='I think I broke last years record'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-1257243571085502328</id><published>2010-04-08T12:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T12:21:21.256-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My path'/><title type='text'>Let's try this again</title><content type='html'>Ok, before I was rudely interrupted yesterday by the camera in the HELLO talk I was going to talk about the path I want my career to take and how I'm going to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I need my student loan debt paid off, so I have to work on that first. The good news is that I should be able to have that paid off my late summer 2011, unless I loose my job again. I'm working contract right now, with the possibility that I could be brought on full time. Obviously I want full time, but for now I'm gonna take it one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after the debt is paid off, I'm going to have a fair bit of money to work with, so the first thing I'm gonna do is get my ITIL certification. Now that is some BS thing where I know about IT processes, and management stuff. In my opinion, I think it a little blaaa, but it could be work extra money a year, and it's not too expensive a certification, as oppose to what I'm going to do next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that I'm going to get my MCSE Certification. This is a Microsoft deal for knowing about servers and the like. Again, I think it will help my career in the future. The bad news is that it's going to cost a little more, so I'll probably wait a year after I get the ITIL to get that certification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I want to get my CCNA certification.  This is a network thing, with connecting to networks. It's something I also want. Again, this is going to be fairly expensive, so I'll have to wait another year to get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, after getting all those certifications, I should be making more money, so then I'm going back to University, to get my MBA. I want to get it, so I can get into managing IT projects. Between that and my IT certifications, I think I'll finally get the career I really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's the plan. I'll try to lighten things up tomorrow, but I wanted to tell everyone what my path was, just to show that I indeed have direction in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-1257243571085502328?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/1257243571085502328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=1257243571085502328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/1257243571085502328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/1257243571085502328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-try-this-again.html' title='Let&apos;s try this again'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-6853751659220042696</id><published>2010-04-07T11:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T12:02:53.474-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad taste'/><title type='text'>What the hell?</title><content type='html'>Ok I have direction again, which is good because too many people in life ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but I'm distracted by the people sitting next to me. One guy is talking about his colonoscopy. I'm sorry but dammit, this is not a subject for the cafeteria for work. WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's talking about being drugged up when they stuck the camera up his HELLO. I know it's a medical procedure but seriously...COME ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to blogging about the current state of my career and the future path which I've decided to follow and then, I'm hearing about some guy talking about when they stuck a camera up his ass. Is that bad manors or is it just me? I'm glad I already had my lunch by this time. It's not like I'm talking about my bowel movements. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to do the path to the future tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-6853751659220042696?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/6853751659220042696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=6853751659220042696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6853751659220042696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6853751659220042696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-hell.html' title='What the hell?'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-6354981059092196799</id><published>2010-03-24T17:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T18:25:39.683-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job hunt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job job job'/><title type='text'>I did it again, but I'm back. I swear</title><content type='html'>Ok I went away, but I have an excuse. I was busy working. I managed to get a contract position, for a couple of months. It's not the greatest job but it does pay well. I'm actually making more than I was at the previous job. The bad news is NO FRIGGING benefits, so I have to apply for Blue Cross for drug coverage, but enough about that. To be honest, it's the environment I don't like, too big and too stuffy. I'm only allowed to do certain things, and if what is needed to be done not in the in my list of responsibility, I can't do it. Even if I know how to fix it. Grrrrr.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had an interview today for the job that I DO WANT, and I'm one of three people who made the short list. Two of the interviewers flew in from Ottawa, and I was able to make a good connection with them, since my resume included a job I had in Arnprior, which is roughly 20 minutes from Ottawa, so BAM there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am one of three final candidates for this job, and they did say some nice things about me. I think the interview went very well, but a little prayer to get this job wouldn't hurt. (OK this isn't become a religious blog but sometimes you need to pray for some help from up high, and not a word from any Atheists, GOT IT). So here's my prayer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, I know I keep asking for the winning lottery ticket, but you never come through for me on that. I accept that since everyone also prays for the winning lottery that you can't please everyone, but I'm one of three people applying for this job, and if they're also praying to get this job...screw em. It's my turn to shine. Things have been really sucky lately, with all my saving going down to nothing. The last of it will be going to my rent this month because I won't get my first pay from my new job until April 15th.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, I've been good over the years, being kind to others. Heck I've even given money to the homeless recently. I've donated a portion of my paycheques from both jobs to needy causes. I treat everyone with respect. Isn't it time that I get a break?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;If this is about the looking at porn and touching myself thing...let me know and I'll work on that. You know, if you were to hook me up with a hot woman, that would stop all together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So Lord, please give me this job, so I can get my life back on track, so I can fly to London next year and visit &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://rosevibe.me.uk/blog/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vics.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; So I can continue my quest to see the world. So I can say I did something with my life. Also, I think you should do it as an apology for sending &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anncoulter.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ann Coulter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt; to Calgary tomorrow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, hopefully God will reply in a positive manor toward my prayers, and then I can start the job I want very soon. Oh, I walked home from the interview. WALKED!!! It's close enough that I can walk to and from work. Actually I only had to be outside for a minute when I exited a building and closed the street to my apartment. Other than that, I walked through those &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%2B15"&gt;+15&lt;/a&gt; walkways, so I can walk to and from work in climate controlled comfort. Oh and a weekly toastmasters meeting in the building next door. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I NEED THIS JOB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2 bytes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-6354981059092196799?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/6354981059092196799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=6354981059092196799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6354981059092196799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6354981059092196799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-did-it-again-but-im-back-i-swear.html' title='I did it again, but I&apos;m back. I swear'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-8190662376179115876</id><published>2010-03-05T15:46:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T16:08:55.496-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting there'/><title type='text'>It's getting there...I think</title><content type='html'>Well I attend my first Toastmasters meeting and of course, it wasn't a normally meeting. All I did was listen to other people speak. Not exactly exciting but I'm told that normal meeting will start again in 2 weeks. Hopefully that will help.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a good interview yesterday, so good that I think I have a real shot at the job. I don't want to say anything else about it, for fear that someone at the company will have Google alert for their name, but I really want to work there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other good news is that I have two more interviews. One on Monday and the other on Tuesday. I'm really hoping that this comes through for me. I really can't take much more of this. I feel worthless being unemployed. I'm disappointed that I can't go out and do stuff. REAL STUFF. I'm still going to London next year...hell or high water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad that February is over because February 2010 was the month from hell. I still don't know how I'm going to pay my taxes this year. I always end up paying and a lot of that money went to things like rent. I just need to hold on and keep pushing forward.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never mentioned this before, but I figure I might as well. I also discovered that I have Type 2 Diabetes.  I'm a big guy, and I haven't been motivated to loose weight with the exception of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; meltdown to clothes, but now I have a real reason, not just vanity. I've managed to get my blood sugar down, but I'm really getting sick of having to use that stupid meter twice a day. I know that it never goes away, but if I can get to my ideal weight, then it will be one thing less to worry about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really don't have anything else to say right now. I'm still finding it hard to blog in general. I have stuff inside of me waiting to come out, like the new Jerry Springer Marriage Ref show, but it's like the words won't come out of my brain. I just hope that I can change that. Maybe the Toastmasters will help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2 Bytes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-8190662376179115876?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/8190662376179115876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=8190662376179115876&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/8190662376179115876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/8190662376179115876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-getting-therei-think.html' title='It&apos;s getting there...I think'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-4049961188771202106</id><published>2010-03-01T12:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T13:46:33.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='focus'/><title type='text'>Need to stay focused.</title><content type='html'>Well I didn't blog as much and I would have liked in February, but I did better than any month of 2009, so I am still on my way back to being a regular blogger. I think the key is to not give up on my goals, and not have another panic attack. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been having a lot of them lately. I still haven't heard back from Employment Canada about my benefits, and it's the not knowing that's driving me crazy. I feel like I'm barely holding on by my fingertips and that I'm about to fall into the abyss. There are some nights where I wish that I just won't wake up the next morning. I know I need to push on, but it's still so hard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(UPDATE: I just checked the EI website and I'm getting benefits, so I feel a lot better).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the weekend are worse for me because I feel more powerless. I know I'm not going to hear from a potential job opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm kind of a loner, with not many friends in the city. The people I feel close to are either back east or in the United States.  I guess that's why I feel more comfortable blogging about my woes to my online friends, instead of talking to people in front of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's why I do better on the phone than in person. On the phone, I can be myself, but in person, I come off as nervous. So I've decided to take control of my life again. First thing is that I'm going to take &lt;a href="http://vancouverisleollie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Olly's&lt;/a&gt; advice on making a daily to-do list. Between that advice and the book recommendation, she really has been there for me, and I really owe her a thank you. Of course I also appreciate all the words of support from &lt;a href="http://letti.blogspot.com/"&gt;Letti&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;a href="http://girlanddog.blogspot.com/"&gt; Erin&lt;/a&gt;, as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I'm going to do, starting tomorrow is attend a weekly Toastmaster meeting. I picked which one I'd going to attend, and I'm going to do it. I also need to look into taking a few courses to get my certification on some techie things which I won't go into because I don't want your eyes to roll to the back of your heads and then drool to start to run down your face as I try to explain the techno-babble, which you really don't care about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The key thing is that I'm once again taking control of my life, and I'm not going to spend it in the fetal position. Now that I've checked off another item on the daily to do list, time to work on the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-4049961188771202106?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/4049961188771202106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=4049961188771202106&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/4049961188771202106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/4049961188771202106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/03/need-to-stay-focused.html' title='Need to stay focused.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-6647420450383790734</id><published>2010-02-28T17:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T18:01:33.932-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raging against the dying of my light'/><title type='text'>I wasted a week of my life.</title><content type='html'>Seriously. All I did was play Star Trek Online and meet with some job recruiters. Well, the job thing is good, but staying home all week playing videogames? Even I now concede that was all Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I talk about doing things like writing a book, which I have started, then I get the idea for the second book which will be fiction, but can I actually get off my ass and do something? No. Instead I spend my week playing a videogame. I know better than this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've meet many people who complain about their lives and do nothing about it, and I'm scared that I might become one of them. Heck I haven't blogged in a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the things that I've been debating is if I should get a bus pass for the month of March. Is this something that I really need? Well after some thought, I decided yes even though it's more money that I'll have to pull from my savings. Sure I live downtown, and everything I need access too is in walking distance, but still, I need to feel like I have the freedom to go anywhere I want to in the city. I did the math, and it would be cheaper, but it's more than money, it's my freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also think my insecurities are also playing a major role in what is basically my fear of the outside world. i think it shows as well. I appear nervous in front of others in interviews and it's showing. It's being commented on by the headhunters, and I need to do something about it. I was reading one of&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/rosevibe"&gt; Vics tweets&lt;/a&gt;, and she mentioned &lt;a href="http://toastmasters.org/"&gt;Toastmasters International&lt;/a&gt;. I've heard of this group before and considered becoming a member, or even attending a meeting. I did a web search and picked where I was going to go and meeting. I'm all set but now that I'm thinking about it, I'm getting scared. Me in a room filled with new people? What the hell am I thinking?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm thinking is that I need to do this. I need to gain some self confidence, because right now I have NONE. ZERO. NADA, and how do I expect someone to hire me and have confidence in me when I don't even have it in myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book has suffered as well. I haven't written a thing in the past week, and that isn't good either. I'm not thinking that my book is going to be part of the Oprah book club, but I need to do something. I don't want a repeat of last week. Sure I managed to get my first toon to the rank of Rear Admiral on Star Trek Online, but an employer doesn't give a crap about that. So tomorrow, I need to do a lot of follow-up calls on potential job opportunities. I need to get up early and do something. I need to regain control of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to get off my ass and do something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2 Bytes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-6647420450383790734?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/6647420450383790734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=6647420450383790734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6647420450383790734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6647420450383790734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wasted-week-of-my-life.html' title='I wasted a week of my life.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-5210929002084234641</id><published>2010-02-20T19:56:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T20:35:44.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yadda yadda'/><title type='text'>It's all about the Yadda Yadda,</title><content type='html'>I'm doing better, but not great. Then again, for me great would be wining the lottery and spending the rest of my life in the lap of luxury, for the rest of my life, I'm ok for now. Just ok.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I picked up a book at the library today, something recommended by a online friend. I hope she doesn't mind me calling her a friend. I started to read "How to stop Worrying and Start Living", as recommended by Olly. I haven't gotten to far into the book yet, but I'm hoping it will help. I've also added another one of the authors book on my library hold list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still haven't told my mom and dad about not loosing my job, and I'm still hoping that I won't have too, until I get a new job, so they won't worry. To be honest, considering how well I'm doing so far in the job search, I don't think that it will be much longer before I find something. My skills and experience are in demand after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have a problem with the blog though. I now find myself thinking that my blog ideas should go into the book instead. I'm going to have to find that balance soon between what goes into the book and what goes into the blog. Is there a reason why it can't go into both? I need some feedback on this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is one thing that is pissing me off however. Once again, I'm missing an Olympic Games in Canada. This time because I can't afford to go. The last time was my parents fault. They've never been into big cities and they tend to shun them, while I'm the exact opposite. I love walking downtown in the valleys between the glass towers of a major city. I remember just before the Calgary Olympics, my family moved east to Ontario. I DID NOT take it well, and to this day, I feel that this move did sabotage my life in some way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always found small towns to be ...small minded and suffocating. There isn't anything to do. There's nowhere to go other than a local bar (BORING). If you want to see a hockey game, all you have is a local minor team, and some don't even have that. I live within walking distance of the Saddledome, where NHL hockey is played. This city once hosted the world for the world as Vancouver is doing now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really shouldn't be blaming my dad for being trapped in a small no future town, but it was his fault. I tried to get any old job just to earn enough money to move out of there, and start a new life but I couldn't even do that. I guess my dad and I just see the world differently. Thank God for that, because I do not want to be my father.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still looking for focus in life right now, and it's just isn't happening. My spirit is all over the place, unable to focus on one thing for long. At least I'm not freaking out anymore. I still have 2 weeks before I have to start doing that, and by that time, I won't have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2 bytes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-5210929002084234641?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/5210929002084234641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=5210929002084234641&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5210929002084234641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5210929002084234641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-all-about-yadda-yadda.html' title='It&apos;s all about the Yadda Yadda,'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-8031701796599394362</id><published>2010-02-17T16:32:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T17:05:15.446-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yadda yadda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dying of my light'/><title type='text'>I'm just taking it one step at a time or yadda yadda.</title><content type='html'>I swear the days are dragging. I keep thinking that it can't be Wednesday, it should be Thursday, or Friday, but no. It's only Wednesday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've only applied for 1 job this week, but on the bright side, I'm on the short list for two other jobs. I like being on the short list, but I'd rather be the one hired, but if I'm making it this far, then I must be doing something right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, all I've done is thought about the book. I was suppose to actually write something this week, but I'll do that tomorrow. I'm still going into this blindly, and I'm probably going to go the self publishing route, but I do have a plan to promote it. What my plan is, I'm not telling. I don't want to give away my idea yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to stop myself from falling back into old habits, but it can be hard sometimes. My apartment is starting to look sloppy again, so after I'm done writing here, I'm going to clean up again. The good news is that it's not so bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep thinking about life, and how...mundane it seems to be. Work, go home, rest, repeat. I this really what live is all about? Recently I confessed that I'm doing the IT thing because I want to be able to have skills that are in demand. I don't find it rewarding at all. I do find helping people rewarding, but that's about it. I don't find anything else really exciting about my life, my career, or lack of career. I think the book is me raging against the dying of my light.I used to feel that way a lot when I was working at K&amp;amp;F. That place tried to turn me into a drone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the biggest blow was the postponing of the trip to London. I wanted to go so badly. I was even planing to do a stopover in Iceland, but now...that money is paying next month's rent. I need to start over again. I honestly think that this was worse than the job loss, but like I said, it's a postponement, not a cancellation. I will go to London in 2011 instead, after I meet my friends in San Diego that year as well. I refuse to give up. I won't allow myself to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I seem to have no focus lately, but at least I'm blogging. I only blogged 21 times in 2009, and I'm already two thirds of the way to that and it's still February, so I am back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I'm pouring my heart and soul into the screen, and I find myself wondering if anyone cares? Is anyone left who visits to care? Again I blame a dismal 2009 blogging year for that, but again that thought won't leave me. Am I alone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think what would cure all my woes is for me to win the frigging lottery. If that happened...say this weekend, then I'll be a lot more secure and I'll start looking at other things, other than day to day life. The ability to be free and go to London and visit Vics. To buy a vehicle and a video camera and vlog my journeys across Canada, from Vancouver to St John's Newfoundland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The key is that I can't give up. I've seen people give up, and they spend their time in a job that they hate for the rest of their lives. I won't let that happen to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2 Bytes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-8031701796599394362?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/8031701796599394362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=8031701796599394362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/8031701796599394362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/8031701796599394362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-just-taking-it-one-step-at-time-or.html' title='I&apos;m just taking it one step at a time or yadda yadda.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-1579466506352647866</id><published>2010-02-14T20:35:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T21:05:15.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the book'/><title type='text'>I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm gonna do it anyway.</title><content type='html'>I keep thinking about the book idea, which just came to me when I was blogging a few days ago and I still like the idea. I have no idea how to proceed yet, but I am doing to do it, and I'm going to start right now. Here is the Preface of my book.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PREFACE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always wanted to be the person who took "the road less traveled", but unfortunately, that hasn't always worked out for me. I started out wanting to get into television news gathering. I wanted to be a news camera covering event around the world , but that never happened. I also wanted to be a stand up comic. Getting on stage and making people laugh, and get paid for it, but that never happened either. The problem was I listened to people. I listened to people who told me that I couldn't be a comic, or told me which school I should go, and ...I became neither.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I eventually sold out, like most other people I know and ended up at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DeVry&lt;/span&gt; to earn a degree in computer something or other. Again, things didn't start well after the degree, but I did stick with it and ended up landing a good job. That was then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm unemployed, and I'm once again considering my possibilities. While the idea of being unemployed for a long term is unlikely,  since I now have skills in demand, but do I want to spend the rest of my life dealing with computer crap, or do I once again want to take the "road less traveled".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the idea for this book while writing a blog post in the food court of a mall of all places, but if you really think about it, doesn't it really make sense? The center of our society are now packed into balls after all, from Game Stop to Victoria's Secrets; it's all there.  It's the center of our world today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; that's just the first draft and I'm sure that it's going to change a lot over the coming months, and write the yet to be titled book. I do have a working title though, it's "What the hell is wrong with you people". I told myself that I'm going to write at least an hour a day, until it's done. I'm still not sure what everything that's going to be in the book, but I sort of know where to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna do this, and I'm not going to make any excuses for not finishing what I started, and I did start. I wrote the preface after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-1579466506352647866?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/1579466506352647866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=1579466506352647866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/1579466506352647866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/1579466506352647866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-know-what-im-doing-but-im-gonna.html' title='I don&apos;t know what I&apos;m doing, but I&apos;m gonna do it anyway.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-1911065676854802952</id><published>2010-02-12T15:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:13:12.253-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yadda yadda'/><title type='text'>Yadda Yadda from the library.</title><content type='html'>Well, the good news. I had a second interview today, and I think it went well. I'll know more next week. The bad news is that I didn't get the first job. It turns out it was filled internally so even the head hunter looses out on it, but he told me to call him back in two weeks.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe that it's been two weeks since I've become unemployed. I really don't like it. It sucks not knowing if you can afford to pay your rent in the near future. I can afford to pay it in March however. I'm trying not to get depressed about it again. After all, I do have a second possible job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've decided that I like the people at the library less than the people at the mall. I don't know what it is, but there's just something different here. I'm sorry but the people here are uglier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I picked up my first book about writing, well professional writing. It's just something that I think I can do. At the very least, I'll be able to say that I wrote something other than a blog. I think I'm going to take some time making sure I know what I'm going to write about. I'm thinking it will be a commentary like &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/2983489.Why_We_Suck_A_Feel_Good_Guide_to_Staying_Fat_Loud_Lazy_and_Stupid"&gt;Denis Leary's book&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/American-Purpose-LP-Improbable-Adventures/dp/0061885452"&gt;Craig Ferguson's book&lt;/a&gt;. If they can do this so can I. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the hard part initially will be to get my butt started, but I'm sure I can do it. I know I can. I need to be the person who does the other thing, I want my friends to know me as the author. Sure lots of people write books, and even if it doesn't sell well initally I have a plan for that too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm also thinking about writing some fiction as well, but not till the first book is done. I need to learn how to flesh out plots and stuff like that. Unless I end up writing porn, then it's a lot of OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD !!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think eventually I want to write science fiction or fantasy, but for now I'm gonna try the commentary thing first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now across the lobby there's a tv showing some stuff about the Olympics, and I really couldn't give a crap. I remember once being excited about stuff like that but lately, I've become so jaded. It's almost like I've become like the person who I work across from.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad is like that. We would never go to cool stuff like that because of whatever reason he would make up. I hope I'm not turning into that. That's one of the reasons why I'm writing the book is because my dad never wrote a book. My dad never went to London, and I will go next year I swear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I still don't give a crap about the Olympics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the library is closing soon, so I'm going to head out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2 bytes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-1911065676854802952?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/1911065676854802952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=1911065676854802952&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/1911065676854802952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/1911065676854802952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/02/yadda-yadda-from-library.html' title='Yadda Yadda from the library.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-496846642283062573</id><published>2010-02-11T14:12:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T18:44:52.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yadda yadda'/><title type='text'>I'm out and about....ok it's yadda yadda,</title><content type='html'>I'm mall blogging today, just because I couldn't take my apartment. It's not the apartment itself, but the lack of people in the place that was driving me crazy. So right now I'm at the food court of &lt;a href="http://southcentre.shopping.ca/cambridge/jsp5/index_flash.jsp?mallid=sou"&gt;South Center Mall&lt;/a&gt;, using their free Wi-Fi to blog (since I'm using their free Wi Fi, the least I can do is post a link). However, while I'm with people, I'm still alone. I don't know any of these people. I'm not having a conversation with anyone, but at least there are people around.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also went to the doctor to see if my medication was in, nope. She said I should have called, but I just wanted to talk to someone who knew my name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually I need to go to Cheers, where they would yell my name as I entered the establishment. What I want to know is how could Norm frequent that bar so many times and not be a frigging alcoholic. Anyways....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure which malls have free Wi-Fi in town but it's easy to check. I know that the airport does, so maybe I'll try to blog there again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking about my options again. It turns out that once the Unemployment Benefits start, I can look into taking some courses to upgrade my skills. Stuff that I want to do, but I either don't have the time, or the money...or surprise...BOTH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to be positive about this, I really am, but let's face it. Life is hard sometimes. I think I know who to blame, the Night. It seems to me that my mood goes bad after the sun goes down, which is fairly early in these parts. Last night, when I went to bed, I even wished that I wouldn't wake up again. Alright, I'm not suicidal; well not really, but the word has passed from my lips for quite awhile, but enough about that. That all comes back to my self worth being related to my bank account, and I know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been toying with other ideas as well. Maybe I can write a book? Why not? Heck, I can even write it as a blog, write a page a day, and post it on a blog, which I'll post and who knows...maybe it will get published or something. Maybe a comical book. After all I'm a smart guy then I'll publish it with &lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/"&gt;lulu.com&lt;/a&gt; and sell it on Amazon. Who knows what will happen. At the least, I can add author to my resume.  Who knows, maybe I could make a career of it and become a professional writer, and buy a home in the country like Stephen King or something. Then I'll be able to take that shameful donate button off the blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's something to do with my time, I'm only spend an hour or two job searching a day. I like this idea. I just need to figure out what my premise is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2 bytes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-496846642283062573?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/496846642283062573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=496846642283062573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/496846642283062573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/496846642283062573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-out-and-aboutok-its-yadda-yadda.html' title='I&apos;m out and about....ok it&apos;s yadda yadda,'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-3695924954215060913</id><published>2010-02-10T22:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T22:52:22.593-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobless'/><title type='text'>I have no shame.</title><content type='html'>I've been pretty good this week, until I made the mistake of calling the Employment Canada people to check the status of my claim. Turns out that they have up to 28 days to process my claim. I panicked again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm better now, but not knowing is going to drive me up crazy with panic. I just hate not knowing what's going to happen. It's like I can't see 3 feet in front of me and I'm running. Is there something that I'm going to trip on, or am I going to run into a wall? What will my future hold?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I see several ways that this can turn out. The first is that I get a new job soon, as in the next month or so. I even had an interview today, and should hear about the second interview by Friday, so I'm hopeful. The second, is I get my EI benefits, and get a subsidy for my rent (rent is the highest in Canada), and I'll be ok for the year, while I look for work and see if I can take a few courses to upgrade my resume. The third is I don't get EI, and forced to apply for welfare, and get a bigger rent subsidy. Lastly, I fail to get everything and end up homeless on the street, until June when I would fly home on the plane ticket I already bought and paid for, and start all over again. Needless to say, the last option scares the hell out of me. It also wants me to say...FUCK YOU PARIS HILTON. Having everything handed to you. I'm reasonably confident that the last option will not happen, but I still can't stop thinking about it. I know the key is to not think about it, and blogging about it doesn't help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I remembered a fad back when times were better, cyber begging. People would ask for donations because they were out of work, they needed help paying off their credit cards, whatever. I'm not sure if this went away or not, but I'm gonna bring it back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="cmd" value="_s-xclick"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="hosted_button_id" value="KPU6SGSCBDFWU"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="image" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/btn_donate_SM.gif" border="0" name="submit" alt="PayPal - The safer, easier way to pay online!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/scr/pixel.gif" width="1" height="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's my donate button. I'm shamelessly begging for money...from Paris Hilton. C'mon Paris. Give me some MONEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's a good idea or not, but it's better than living on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I'm far from that point, and I honestly don't think that it's gonna happen, but still. It's on the back of my mind. At least I know I can cover next month's rent. Not everyone on the streets tonight can even cover this night's rent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen many of them in the library recently, and they don't appear to be dumb people. They're there to read as well as pass the time, and they're reading real books, so they're not dumb. I'm noticing them more now because of my current situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hoping the job comes through, and I'll be work by next week. Then I won't have to delay my trip to London by much. Maybe push it to September. Then again I could go next week if Paris Hilton would CLICK MY DONATE BUTTON. That sounds kinda dirty actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 bytes&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-3695924954215060913?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/3695924954215060913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=3695924954215060913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3695924954215060913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3695924954215060913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-have-no-shame.html' title='I have no shame.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-5366836419750257872</id><published>2010-02-05T21:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T21:28:33.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geeze'/><title type='text'>I'm feeling much better now.</title><content type='html'>Well, I managed to get through last night's and this morning mental breakdown without hurting myself. Don't get me wrong, I'm not out of the woods yet, but at least, I'm not as screwed as I thought I was. Don't get me wrong, I'm still screwed, but I'm not homeless.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to thank Cat for helping me get through the worst of it. She's the one who help me get through the worst of it. She was there for me, and I heart her very much. It's nice to know that there are people out there like her. Also, thanks for the support Letti. It's nice to know that people do care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing did seriously piss me off though. I've since removed the comment, but someone thought that a good way to comment about me freaking out on my blog was to put some Chinese spam in my comments. This has happened to me before, but for it to happen in that post? HAVE SOME FRIGGIN CLASS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be fair, I'm sure that the person who posted it, didn't speak English, but geeze. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got...nothing else. I guess I'm still a little freaked out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2 bytes&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-5366836419750257872?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/5366836419750257872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=5366836419750257872&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5366836419750257872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5366836419750257872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-feeling-much-better-now.html' title='I&apos;m feeling much better now.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-5514828813572336171</id><published>2010-02-04T18:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T20:44:25.209-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>I feel alone...</title><content type='html'>It's been 2 days since I lost my job, and to be honest I'm scared that I might end up on the street. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I applied for Unemployment, but the big concern is my debt. Specifically one of my student loans. I pay $575 a month on this loan and there's no way in hell that I can pay that without a job. Also, to make matters worse, I was sued for that amount. I've been making the payments, but what now? Are they going to be jerks about it? What are the rules that they have to follow? Will they show some compassion, and say screw you and enforce a judgement to have 30% of my unemployment stripped from my unemployment benefits? I'm scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm scared that I'm not going to be able to afford my rent and end up on the street. I'm scared that I'm going to be homeless. I'll have nowhere to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be honest, I don't really have friends...here in the city. I have "work friends", but not someone who'll let me stay with them. I don't have any buddies in the city. At least I have the second job, and I do have money put away, but my plan to go to London is shot.  When I spoke to the people from Unemployment, they seemed to act like there wouldn't be a problem for me to be getting my benefits. I'm just scared of the government and the $575 a month payment. How am I going to cover that? Am I going to have to go out and start collecting bottles from dumpsters like some homeless person?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, it all comes down to being alone. I called my mom and dad on Tuesday, but I didn't tell them about the loss of my job. I didn't want them to worry. I don't want them trying to help me. They're retired now and they have to take care of themselves. They can't take care of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would feel better if...I could move in with a buddy for awhile and become a roommate or something, but I don't know know anyone that well, and the idea of moving in with a stranger...does not make me feel comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now, I feel like I need a hug, I need to talk with someone, but I don't have anyone that I know that well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I went out with some friends from the former work place, and we chatted, talked and they said some real nice things to me, I thought I was going to cry when I thanked everyone for the kind words. Everyone at the company was great except the the person I had to work with directly. The comment that was made most last night was why does the guy who put the hole in the wall gets to keep his job, but the nice guy everyone likes looses his? That's the one good thing about all this. I don't have to see him anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It really was a great place to work. It was the direct opposite of Kohl and Frisch, the place I worked at before. At K&amp;amp;F, I dreaded going into work, but at the last place, I loved it. Oh for the record, I'm not going to mention the place I used to work out of respect for the company, which I still have, and the fact that the person I used to work with has a Google alert on the company name so he's see my post. To tell you how cool the last place I worked is, the VP of HR told me to call her anytime, if I need to talk and has also said that she would be a reference for me. She, and the other HR person have both gone out of their way to help me, even after I left. I even have both their cell numbers, if I need to call. I could call them, but...I can't. I just feel like I need to keep it professional. I've even considered seeing a psychologist. I know someone who's knows a thing or two about that. I'll ask her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2 Bytes.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-5514828813572336171?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/5514828813572336171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=5514828813572336171&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5514828813572336171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5514828813572336171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-alone.html' title='I feel alone...'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-5498953892060009772</id><published>2010-02-02T22:19:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T22:41:34.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>I'm not hungry, I'm not tired. I don't know what I feel.</title><content type='html'>It's not a good day. I lost my job. Well, technically I didn't loose it, but if I were to go there now, someone else will be sitting at my desk. I know I should be feeling something, but I don't. I just feel nothing. I should be panicking over the loss of my job, but I'm not. Actually I feel sad, but not for the reason you might think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has worked in places that they've hated. I've been there as well. The thing is that this wasn't one of those places. I loved going there, and there were good people there too. It wasn't perfect, but damn close. I'm really going to miss everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that does suck is that odds are my August plan to go to London are on hold. I'm not sure if I can go at this point. I'm keeping all trip money for living expenses, at least until I know what's going on with my life. When the Unemployment starts coming in and things like that, or better yet. Getting a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been getting a lot of well wishers from work too, mostly from Facebook. Apparently a lot of people were sadden by my departure, though I'm more sadden. They still have jobs. Well, I do still have the second job on the weekends. I could ask for more hours, but I'm not ready to do that just yet. Working in a Supermarket isn't the greatest thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been updating my resume tonight, and the good news is that I seem to have more skills, to offer than the last time I was job hunting, so hopefully, I'll be able to snag something that much quicker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't have much else to say...excpet that, if somone has a good paying job for me, please let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-5498953892060009772?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/5498953892060009772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=5498953892060009772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5498953892060009772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5498953892060009772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-not-hungry-im-not-tired-i-dont-know.html' title='I&apos;m not hungry, I&apos;m not tired. I don&apos;t know what I feel.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-9124749563358580911</id><published>2010-01-29T10:37:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:40:33.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yadda yadda'/><title type='text'>Friday.....Yadda Yadda.</title><content type='html'>When I blogged regularly, I used to do something called the photo Friday. Instead of posting some comment, I would post a funny picture. While I have been good this week and managed to post every day, I'm not ready for the Photo Friday to return. First of all. I need a new collection of funny pictures to find. I do plan on getting Photo Friday back up, soon. I feel like I've done well this week, but it's just a start. It's like I'm starting all over again. I need to get my audience back, and hopefully get some new readers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of people have blogged faded recently and are trying to make a comeback. Some better than others I believe. I honeslting think that blogs have lost some popularity because of the growing popularity of podcasts and vlogs, but I think blogs are going to make a comeback in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've messed with the podcast idea more than once. I've even had one for awhile, but it ended because...well I didn't have much to talk about, and other than a pissed off rant, I'm not that interesting a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a smart ass and I can make people laugh. I'm actually pretty good at it, and if I had been less of a coward, I probably would have taken a shot at becoming a comedian. Then again, my parents fear of living in a large city also probably had something to do with it, but I'm not going to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started playing a new MMO, called (drumroll) Star Trek Online. I can see your eyes rolling now, but it amuses me, and who knows, maybe I find a bunch of new online friends with this game and go to meet them in real life at a Star Trek Convention, like I did with the City of Heroes friends in Chicago back in August. We're also planning to meet again in 2011, at the San Diego Comic Con. So we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I just came back from lunch, and my coworkers took me out for my birthday. Had a good time....I got nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I won't claim that I'm going claim that I'm going to have something inspiring to say here. I've always considered this blog to be more Gillian's Island than Masterpiece Theater, but I'll have something interesting to say. I'll try to keep it clean but no promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-9124749563358580911?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/9124749563358580911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=9124749563358580911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/9124749563358580911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/9124749563358580911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/01/fridayyadda-yadda.html' title='Friday.....Yadda Yadda.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-5923443979290391841</id><published>2010-01-28T15:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:25:55.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abbaworld.'/><title type='text'>Abba World?</title><content type='html'>I couldn't make this up, even if I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abbaworld.com/"&gt;Abbaworld&lt;/a&gt;, SERIOUSLY? Who thought this was a good idea? Is this because of that damn Mama Mia show/movie/whatever? Should I be blaming Meryl Streep for this? I can't believe this is for real, and wholly sanctioned by the band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well first the good news. It's not in North America, it's in London, so I can proudly say that it's not our idea...until they move it to New York or something. Now the bad news, it's located near one of the potential hotels that I've singled out for my trip to London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY, WHO THOUGHT THIS WAS A GOOD IDEA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I describe this mess? How about I just cut and paste the description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;The hugely interactive experience will take visitors on a mind-blowing journey through ABBAWORLDS' 25 rooms, bursting with exclusive music, footage, images and never-before-displayed memorabilia from the personal collections of the world's most cherished pop icons; Agnetha, Benny, Björn and Frida&lt;/span&gt;. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, 25 rooms of this shit? 25 rooms of Abba crap?  25 rooms dedicated of the "world's more cherished pop icons"? Wasn't Michael Jackson the King of Pop? Did the guys in the group actually sing? With the exception of 1 song. All I ever hear are the women singing. For awhile, I thought the guys were the roadies. Was Abba that big? If they were so huge, why couldn't they afford more letters in their name? "Let's buy another B Pat".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE THEY FRIGGIN SERIOUS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when men go to see this thing, there's a spot where they can check in their nuts, because they're not going to need them when they go see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's also Abba quizes, and multimedia presentations including holographic displays, including the ability to be in a Abba music video, appear in a Abba poster, and album cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGGGHHHHH. Easy stomach, don't turn over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I also love is how they decided that London was "nautrual" choice for the location of this disaster.  I think this is one of the signs of the upcoming apocalypse. I'm sure of it. First Sarah Palin and now this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is what I want. I want all the Sex Pistol fans in London to rise up, go to this thing and trash the place.  Oh, and beat the crap out of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Justin_Hawkins"&gt;Justin Hawkins of The Darkness&lt;/a&gt; as well. I'm sure that freak is there every day. I'm pretty sure he's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tiny_Tim_%28musician%29"&gt;Tiny Tim's&lt;/a&gt; love child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you've guessed by now, that I'm not going to this thing.  I have no interest in seeing this thing, and I hope that it shuts down as soon as possible, and to minimize the trauma to the innocent. I know I've said that in the past that nothing can make someone gay, but I take it back. This might be it. If teenage boys so see this thing, I'm pretty sure that they's going to come out of there, with a craving for penis and head straight to the mall to buy some leather pants. Where the heck is Pat Robertson when we need him? Why isn't he condemning this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That last bit was probably over the top, and I'm sorry, but seriously EWWWW!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-5923443979290391841?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/5923443979290391841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=5923443979290391841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5923443979290391841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5923443979290391841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/01/abba-world.html' title='Abba World?'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-8635608580975293984</id><published>2010-01-27T16:34:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T17:15:51.871-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whiping children'/><title type='text'>Those people are at it again.</title><content type='html'>I'm convinced that Saudi Arabia is the worst place in the world to live. I remember blogging about a lot of crap that happens in that country. &lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,311848,00.html"&gt;How a 19 year old woman who was gang raped, was sentenced to received 200 lashes&lt;/a&gt; BECAUSE SHE WAS RAPED. Well I got another one of those WHAT THE FUCK incidents from this country.&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/meast/01/23/saudi.arabia.lashes/"&gt; A 13 year old has been sentenced to recieve 90 lashes and spend 2 months in jail becuase of a so-called assult against the headmistress of the school&lt;/a&gt;. This is really pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparantly there was an issue over a cellphone, and apparantly the student smacked the teacher in the head with a glass. Now I can see how this kid needs to be taught a lesson before &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2002/01/05/us/us-looks-at-whether-saudi-princess-enslaved-maid.html?pagewanted=1"&gt;she becomes some Saudi princess who beats her servants&lt;/a&gt;, but to be whipped? What the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a list of places I want to see before I die, and I'm slowing working through that list, but Saudi Arabia is definitely not on that list. Not when &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/WORLD/meast/03/09/saudi.arabia.lashes/index.html"&gt;they whip 75 year old women for having male guests in her home&lt;/a&gt;.  There is something seriously wrong with this place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people (the people who watch Fox News probably), will say that it's because of their religion, and I don't buy that. I've met many Muslims in my life. I can even call some of them friends, and none of them have ever said anything about a pro whipping belief. I think it's just a bunch of miserable old bastards who get off on causing pain in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't know what is wrong with these people. &lt;a href="http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/babylonbeyond/2010/01/saudi-arabia-unlike-qatar-iran-and-jordan-kingdom-fails-to-cough-up-haiti-cash.html"&gt;They had to be shamed into donating to the relief efforts in Hait&lt;/a&gt;i. Even Iran, which isn't exactly the best place to live either donated to the relief, but Saudi Arabia, one of the richest countries in the world only sent their "condolences". WHAT THE FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really need to get off this addiction to oil, that way the rest of the world will stop turning a blind eye to some of the bullshit that happens in that country.  Maybe then, and only then will they smarten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A country that whips children? They should be ashamed of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 disgusted byted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-8635608580975293984?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/8635608580975293984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=8635608580975293984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/8635608580975293984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/8635608580975293984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/01/those-people-are-at-it-again.html' title='Those people are at it again.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-7994609232482386576</id><published>2010-01-26T10:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:41:45.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='template identity'/><title type='text'>I want to decorate again.</title><content type='html'>I'm not happy with the way things look around here. I wanted something cool. Something that says Canada, but all I could find was frigging polar bears. I think I go through this every once in a while. I want the blog to represent me.  It's my thoughts after all, but I don't want it to look like that the I'm some emoteen, or some anime fanboy (actually I am  anime fanboy, but I try to hide that fact from normal people). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's the posts on the blog that are more important that the look of the blog itself, but would you take me seriously if I had a Hannah Montana look here? I wouldn't. I think the big problem is that I want this space to be me, but at the same time, I want to be normal. Well, guess what...I'M NOT NORMAL. Normal is my dad, and I don't want to be my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost like that I'm still searching for my identity. It's strange in a way. I want a my blog to look like I fit in, but at the same time, I want to be unique. Needless to say, I'll never be happy with my template.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odds are this represents me. I don't know if I'll ever be happy with how I look. I'm a fat guy, we're talking tubby here. We're talking "beeping sound comes from my ass when I walk backwards" kind of tubby. Well to be honest, I can sit in one seat on a plane, so perhaps I'm not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line it's all about self esteem and how we're suppose to "fit in". It reminds me of the dad who made the comment "aren't those posters too expensive" to his son at the Con last year when he was really saying "why are you wasting your money on that crap".  I kept wanting to say "just because you don't fucking get it, doesn't give you the right to look down on the rest of us". I really wanted to smack that guy. Hell he shouldn't have been to the Con in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say, expect another change here soon. Maybe even by the time you read this...like anyone is coming around on a regular basis anymore. I did blogfade after all, with a whopping 21 post for all of 2009. I'm ashamed of that fact, so i strive to do better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish my luck, and perhaps with the new template, I will get back into the blogging mode, but then again, 2 post in 2 days isn't so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-7994609232482386576?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/7994609232482386576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=7994609232482386576&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/7994609232482386576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/7994609232482386576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-want-to-decorate-again.html' title='I want to decorate again.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-1368268441333564987</id><published>2010-01-25T14:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T15:03:47.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iceland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='couch'/><title type='text'>The couch can wait.</title><content type='html'>I was planning to blog before now....but...dammit there is goes again. I was going to write something. I had no idea what the write about and then BOOM. The idea, or lack of idea is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not saying that I haven't had blogging ideas. In fact I've had many, but to actually sit down and start writing, that has become easier than it sounds. I need a new couch at home, and I should buy one, but I'm too cheap to do it. Heck, I have the cash to do it today...but that money is for my trip to London in August. What's more important, a new couch or going to London for a week? If you said a new couch then your WRONG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can see my mom and dad saying "you really should spend the money on a new couch, you old couch has had it, and it would be more practical for you to get the couch instead of spending the money on a silly trip". Ok they wouldn't be that bad, but they would get the couch instead of going to London. I, on the other hand want to see the world. I want to experience life, and the world around it. This from someone who spends almost every night on that same friggin couch playing videogames, so yes I do see the irony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've put so much planning for my trip, and I've been asking Vics where the best area is for me to stay. She did offer me her home, but I can't impose, and I fear her bloke running around showing off his ass and screaming "BABOON." I couldn't make that up if I tried, but I have made up some crazy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I've already picked a hotel, and unless there's a seat sale when I book, I've picked my flight. it will be a long day, and I hope I'll be able to get some sleep on the plane for the 14 hours of flying time. I've picked the cheapest flight possible. Well second cheapest, I'm avoiding the US on this trip (no offense), but I do have a stopover in ICELAND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Iceland!!! Now it could be argued that since I'm not actually leaving the airport, just transferring to another plane that I'm not actually going to Iceland. Well to the people who would make that argument, I ask this "Have you ever been to Iceland? No?" THEN SCREW YOU. I'm going to be in Iceland. It counts PPPPHHHTTTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that I'll be able to mail postcard from the airport because how cool would it be for my friends to get a postcard from Iceland? I'm looking forward to London as well. After all, it's one of the world's greatest cities (isn't it?), but there's some appeal to Iceland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have too many other details on the London trip. I just hope I have better luck in being able to blog about London, than I did in Chicago. I blogged at the airport. That was it. The Calgary airport. Wish me luck with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-1368268441333564987?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/1368268441333564987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=1368268441333564987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/1368268441333564987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/1368268441333564987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/01/couch-can-wait.html' title='The couch can wait.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-473143448368005052</id><published>2010-01-13T20:44:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T17:21:32.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peeple who have no shame'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pat Robertson'/><title type='text'>Pat Robertson is the most despicable  person EVER</title><content type='html'>I think we all know about the horrible events which have happened in Haiti. The whole country has been decimated by a 7.0 Earthquake. Relief is being sent from all over the world. From the United States to China, which is on the other side of the planet. We all look at these events and want to do something to help. At least I'd like to think so. Well except for a selfish few who are more interested in pursuing their own agenda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone else with a heart would look at a way to help the people of Haiti,&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2010/US/01/13/haiti.pat.robertson/index.html?iref=allsearch"&gt; Pat Robertson talks how this disaster is God punishing innocent people&lt;/a&gt; for something that supposedly happened in the 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century. He talks about the people of Haiti making a pack with the devil over 100 years ago. Now even if this was true, which I doubt, because my God is a loving God who loved us so much that he would send his only son down to earth to free us from our sins, and yes I'm Catholic. God would not punish the decadents of people who have allegedly made a pact with the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not the most religious person out there. I don't pray much, but I do try to do some things to help mankind. I currently make donations from both jobs for different charities, and I can see myself making a donation to the Red Cross for the Haiti Relief effort, but I'm not going to go on and comments online, or on television about how the people of Haiti deserved the disaster that has fallen on them, and it's not like life was good there beforehand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really engages me is how Pat Robertson can claim to be a man of God and yet spit out this venom towards innocent people who have nothing. How can he claim to be a man of God? Quite simply, I think he can't. I feel that he's a fake. A fraud. He is not a man of God. All he cares about is himself and his selfish agenda, and one day, and it will happen soon, he will have to answer to God for what he has said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHAME ON YOU PAT ROBERTSON. YOU'RE SUPPOSE TO SHOW COMPASSION TO OTHERS IN NEED LIKE THE SON OF GOD.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm reasonably confident that Jesus would not approve of his remarks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to be fair I've heard (but cannot confirm, that his charity is donating aid and money to the people of Haiti (I can't find a quote, but I've heard it on TV news coverage), but I'm sure that someone else doing, but a least the money people donate to him is going to a good cause.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to end with this. We are now in the 21st Century, and there is no longer a need for the hateful speech that people like Pat Robertson, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Osama&lt;/span&gt; Bin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ladin&lt;/span&gt; (yes I'm putting them in the same group).  Your hate disguised as religious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rhetoric&lt;/span&gt; has no place in this world. Go away somewhere and shut the fuck up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 2 Bytes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-473143448368005052?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/473143448368005052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=473143448368005052&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/473143448368005052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/473143448368005052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2010/01/pat-robertson-is-most-despicable-person.html' title='Pat Robertson is the most despicable  person EVER'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-8781491849928649300</id><published>2009-11-12T20:30:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T20:48:13.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carrie prejean'/><title type='text'>I can't t take this nutjob anymore.</title><content type='html'>It took a former beauty contest winner nut job to finally get me to blog about something. No I don't mean Sarah Palin, but I;m sure that's coming soon. I'm still pissed at her over her Letterman attacks.I mean that Carrie Prejean phony. I can't take her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did anyone see her little girl temper tantrum on Larry King?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe height="339" width="425" src="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22425001/vp/33899502#33899502" frameborder="0" scrolling="no"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p style="font-size:11px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #999; margin-top: 5px; background: transparent; text-align: center; width: 425px;"&gt;Visit msnbc.com for &lt;a style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;" href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com"&gt;Breaking News&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032507" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"&gt;World News&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032072" style="text-decoration:none !important; border-bottom: 1px dotted #999 !important; font-weight:normal !important; height: 13px; color:#5799DB !important;"&gt;News about the Economy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously !!!! GROW UP YOU SPOILED ROTTEN HYPOCRITE BITCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First she's all conservative, right wing, and then she's making sex videos on her cellphone. She basically thinks that the rules don't apply to her. WELL THEY DO !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're going to appear on TV shows like Larry King, they're going to ask whatever questions they want. If you don't want to talk about something, just say do yo not want to talk about it, don't remove your microphone and pout like a 5 year old, who isn't allowed to have a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing. She's not hot. I don't know why she even became Miss California. She looks like every other bimbo on every other friggin fashion magazine cover out there. She's nothing special. She looks like a mannequin. I want to see what she's doing in 5 years. Nothing important, I bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, who does she think she's kidding by claiming to have written a book? I'm surprised that she knows what a book is? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on about her, but I don't see the point. Far better people than I, rip her a good one in the video. I do hope one thing. God please do not allow this thing to breed. She's part of the Peeing in the Genepool problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 bytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-8781491849928649300?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/8781491849928649300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=8781491849928649300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/8781491849928649300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/8781491849928649300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-cant-t-take-this-nutjob-anymore.html' title='I can&apos;t t take this nutjob anymore.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-7459534669051652135</id><published>2009-09-25T16:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T16:52:28.056-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crackpots'/><title type='text'>It's just a statue, dumb ass.</title><content type='html'>Why is it that religious groups tend to piss me off? Whenever they open their mouths, they just prove how narrow minded they are. Well, I guess that’s why they piss me off. They’re a bunch of hypocrites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read today that &lt;a href="http://www.concernedchristians.ca/chairmans-blog-mainmenu-66/143-regarding-idols-at-calgary-zoo"&gt;Concerned Christians Canada has sent a letter to the Calgary Zoo because they are offended by an elephant statute by the … (wait for it) Elephant exhibit&lt;/a&gt;. These people are really pathetic. What really bothered me the most was their anger of the display of a “foreign god”. A FOREIGN GOD!!! What a bunch of racist bastards. I wonder how the &lt;a href="http://calgarymandir.ca/innerpage.php?pid=17"&gt;Hindu Society of Calgary&lt;/a&gt; would feel about their God being referred to as a foreigner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They claim that the statue is a representation of a the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ganesha"&gt;Hindu God Ganesh&lt;/a&gt;, even though the zoo officials made sure that there were no religious symbolism on the statue, and because they feel that it should be taken down. BULLSHIT. What gives these wackos the right to decide that can or cannot be seen by the general population of this City. They claim that they’re offended by the statue, and that’s all it is, a statue, not an idol. Well I’m offended by their closed minded thinking. HOW ABOUT THAT, so so-called Christians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I hear a group saying crap like that, I feel there are no better than the KKK, or Muslim fundamentalists. They should also change the name of their organization as well, because NO NORAML CANADIAN THINKS LIKE THAT. As Canadians, we appreciate our multiculturalism. It’s what makes us a better place to live. It makes us the envy of many people from around the world. If not, then why are they coming here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good part of this story is that the &lt;a href="http://www.metronews.ca/calgary/local/article/321757--zoo-officials-defend-elephant-statue-after-complaints-from-christian-group"&gt;Calgary Zoo is standing up to these narrow-minded people&lt;/a&gt;. We need to stand up against these people, or else they will eventually think that they have the right to control every part of our lives. Isn’t that what the Taliban was doing in Afghanistan? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn’t the first time I’ve heard this kind of crap from these people either. A few years ago, a pastor went and wrote a letter “declaring war against the homosexual machine”. A complaint was filed with the Alberta Human Rights commission, and the man was then charged with a hate crime. This is the mentality of the people who wrote this letter to the zoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people do not deserve the slightest bit or respect from me, or any sane person in Canada. I refuse to give these crackpots the time of day. Get an education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-7459534669051652135?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/7459534669051652135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=7459534669051652135&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/7459534669051652135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/7459534669051652135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-just-statue-dumb-ass.html' title='It&apos;s just a statue, dumb ass.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-3670618604103250223</id><published>2009-09-16T15:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:15:00.706-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vics'/><title type='text'>Now I can't get London out of my head.</title><content type='html'>Alright, in order to keep blogging on a regular basis, I’m going to write about something. The problem is…I got nothing to blog about. I’ve searched many websites for ideas, but I have nothing…except maybe one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been checking prices on flight an hotels for my trip to the UK next year, and I’m starting to get a little pissed off. It seems the since last month, the trip I wanted to book has gone up by $500.I mean seriously, WHAT THE HELL? How the heck am I suppose to know how much to put away in order to be able to go on my trip, if they keep changing the damn price. It’s bad enough that the British Pound is worth almost twice as much as the Canadian dollar. It’s also pretty bad, that the price included over $500 in taxes and fee’s but seriously, why the hell would people want to go there if it’s so frigging expensive? It’s almost as if, they don’t want me to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here’s the deal. I’m not going to let those bastards win. If this means that I have to cut back on my spending a bit, so be it. Hell or high water, I’m going to be heckling the Queen of England.  I’m going to try English Beer. I’m going to have English Style Fish and Chips. I’m going to EUROPE DAMMIT. I still have a lot of time to plan for my trip next August, and I did manage to get a good deal when I bought my ticket, so perhaps I need to be patient, and wait for the right deal? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the problem I’m having is that there are so many hotels in London that I’m not sure what part of the city I should be looking. I might have to do a little research. With  Chicago, it was easy because I knew I wanted to be close to the Convention Center for the Comic Con, but in this case, I have no frigging idea what part of the City I should be looking at staying. Not to mention the fact that London is more than twice the size of Chicago. If I were booking a trip to New York, I have a general idea of where to book a hotel in the city, but with London, I have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I found a map of the different areas of London, so now I have an idea of where I would be, and I’m have some decent luck for finding a decent price for hotel/flights. I insist on a direct flight, otherwise I’m going to be super tired when I get to London. Actually I expect to be super tired anyway, but I don’t want to me it worse that it will be. I’ve had bad luck with sleeping on a “Red Eye” flight, but then again, I’ve never been on an 8 hour flight either, so even the flight is going to be an experience. Also, I’m not looking forward to dealing with customs when I arrive. I’ve never had an issue going between Canada and the US, but I have no idea what the UK experience will be like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have 11 months to get things figured out, and I’ll take the time to do a little research. Just put a book on hold at the library about London in order to figure out where I should be booking my hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-3670618604103250223?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/3670618604103250223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=3670618604103250223&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3670618604103250223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3670618604103250223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2009/09/now-i-cant-get-london-out-of-my-head.html' title='Now I can&apos;t get London out of my head.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-2012371570406532249</id><published>2009-09-11T16:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:41:04.363-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago trip'/><title type='text'>I did go to Chicago</title><content type='html'>I’m going to force myself to talk about Chicago. Chicago is a great city, and if you ever get the chance, GO. I had a great time. Chicago is a great city. It’s has lots to do, and the good is great, and not expensive. I remember finding a Chinese Buffet which included drinks for under $10. INCLUDING COLA? That doesn’t happen up here. In Calgary, you go to a mediocre buffet, and they charge you a huge amount for a damn Pepsi. There, you get unlimited Pepsi. I was shocked. SHOCK I tell you. While I stayed away from the Mexican food, (I’m sorry but I do not believe that the Chinese can make proper Mexican food), the Chinese food as great. I still can’t believe that I could find good food at a good price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same thing with a Mexican Restaurant I went to, it was run by real Mexicans who spoke Spanish. Not like up here where you find a Taco Bell run by Filipinos. Again, the food was great, and the price was good too. Why can’t Calgary be like that? Here’s it’s overpriced food and shitty service. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the coolest part was meeting all my online friends from City of Heroes. It was a little strange using people’s real names. The first night half of us went out for Sushi. I’ve never had sushi before so it was an experience. The most interesting part was when there was a large piece of sushi, that was far to big to pick it up with chopsticks. Someone said “Just shove it in”, and this the phrase for the weekend was “Shove it like it was sushi”. That phrase is still being said today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually all 12 of us got together, and we did many things, from going to the Comic Con in Chicago, going out to dinner, and seeing the GI Joe movie at a fancy theatre with really big seats, on the balcony, where alcohol could be served. Oh, and there was a real restaurant in the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of touring, and picture taking. I latterly took hundreds of pictures. Thank you for digital photography. I posted most of the pictures on my Facebook page, but I will post a link here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day, I went to see Blue Man Group. I’ll say 2 things. The first is the show was great. The second is they didn’t hand out enough plastic ponchos. I got hit with something. I’m not sure what it was, but it came out of a spot that shouldn’t exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on about the trip, but I’ll just say this. It was an experience and I’m looking forward to doing it again. We’ve agreed to meet again, in San Diego in 2011. Some people already have plans for next year. Including myself. I’m going to London next year. This will be my first time off the continent. I’ve already promised to take a lot of pictures for some of the friends that I met in Chicago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the links to the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=115881&amp;id=659331195&amp;l=fc9155f359"&gt;The Friends I finally met in real life.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=114771&amp;id=659331195&amp;l=3953ce6650"&gt;The Costume Contest at the Comic Con&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=114792&amp;id=659331195&amp;l=5e26b70b67"&gt;Chicago&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=115576&amp;id=659331195&amp;l=9fe91431c4"&gt;Chicago Boat Tour&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=115574&amp;id=659331195&amp;l=ec8650e417"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicago Museum of Science and Industry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-2012371570406532249?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/2012371570406532249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=2012371570406532249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/2012371570406532249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/2012371570406532249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-did-go-to-chicago.html' title='I did go to Chicago'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-4153244102480468888</id><published>2009-08-06T11:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:43:48.552-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='terminal'/><title type='text'>Blogging from the Terminal</title><content type='html'>I'm at the gate. My flight boards in a hour. At least the terminal has free Wi-Fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first time, I'm blogged with my laptop, and I've decided that the only time, I'm ever going to blog with the thing is when I travel. So hopefully there will be a fair bit of blogging (and pictures) over the next seven days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want US customs to explain something to me. Why the hell did I have to take my shoes and belt off? A fat guy shouldn't have to take his belt off in a line. It's not a pretty site people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it. US Customs was a pain in general. I am disapointed with one thihing however. NO STAMP ON MY PASSPORT. They guy just scanned it, and gave it back. NO PRETTY STAMP. Well, I expect a stamp when I go to London next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my digital camera with me, but I haven't taken any pictures yet. I should have some pictures tomorrow. I might be posting some pictures tonight, but I make no promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Don't tell anyone, but I'm smuggling Timbits across the border. I've decided that it's not fair that my friends in the US are unable to enjoy the taste of a Tim Horton's Timbit. If there's good enough for &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0003620/"&gt;Kevin Smith&lt;/a&gt;, they're good enough for my friends. For the record, Kevin Smith is addicted to Timbits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there are more people sitting near me now, and I don't like the idea of people looking at my screen while I blog, so I'm going to go surf some porn instead. THAT WILL CAUSE SOME SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cool thing about the Calgary Public Wi-Fi. You can log onto it using your Facebook account. How cool is that? SUCK IT MYSPACE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-4153244102480468888?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/4153244102480468888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=4153244102480468888&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/4153244102480468888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/4153244102480468888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2009/08/blogging-from-terminal.html' title='Blogging from the Terminal'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-6653905159099052094</id><published>2009-07-15T15:41:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:46:54.675-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aww crap'/><title type='text'>Thank You, Thank You, ....NO NO NO</title><content type='html'>I am really excited that the Canadian dollar has jumped from the 85 cent US mark to nearly 90 cents US this week. Now why am I caring about this? Because I'm taking off the Chicago in 22 days, and this means a better exchange rate for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will mean that I'll be able to have more buying power in the US. I can buy more crap at the Comic Con. I can get extra cheese on my Chicago Deep Dish pizza. I can do extra in getting the US economy to turn around, so to my neighbors to the south, You're Welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually like trading stocks at this point. Do I buy my US dollars now, or let it ride and hope the dollar goes up even more? I remember about 6 weeks, ago, the C dollar (The Canadian Dollar will now be known as the C dollar), was around 91 cents US. I then thought, I should buy my US currency now, but then I though maybe it will go higher. Maybe it could get back to par....and then the dollar dropped for 6 straight weeks. I was so mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the C dollar is nearly back at that point, I'm left to wonder...do I get my money changed now or do I ride it out and hope for a 95 cent C dollar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little sad though, because one of the people who is looking forward the meet up might now be able to go due to medical reasons. It's really sad because she and I were the organizers of this meetup. She was looking forward to it, and she might not be able to go. Oh and she has already paid for her flight and hotel. I hope the doctor has better news for her when she sees her again. I think she needs this little holiday more than most of us. Especially now, that she's having to deal with this crap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go into the details of her medical problem because....it's none of your business, and she's trusting me not to blab it all over the net. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my online friends have gone through a lot of crap lately. The one person with the medical issue. I also had another online friend loose his house due to a fire. Luckily he got his wife and kids out in time. I think God might have had a hand in getting them out to safety. He's a Reverend after all. Still I wonder why fire would strike the home of a man of God. Now if anyone needs some fun, it's this guy. Oh for the record. Even though he's a married Reverend, he's still a big flirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep focusing on the trip. Everything is about the trip, because it's something different. It's not the same old, same old. I just hope that my friend can go, and that the dollar keeps climbing so I can buy everyone breakfast at Ikea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-6653905159099052094?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/6653905159099052094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=6653905159099052094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6653905159099052094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6653905159099052094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2009/07/thank-you-thank-you-no-no-no.html' title='Thank You, Thank You, ....NO NO NO'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-3749058234593095449</id><published>2009-07-03T16:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:00:24.845-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HTC Magic'/><title type='text'>If I need to blog about my cool phone to get back into blogging, so be it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/Sk6NNyhV_AI/AAAAAAAAAVs/GVWGw5j2Fpw/s1600-h/htcmagic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/Sk6NNyhV_AI/AAAAAAAAAVs/GVWGw5j2Fpw/s400/htcmagic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354372275029539842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let’s see, I blogged three times as much in June than in May. What that really means is that I blogged three times instead of once. Pffttt. Still sucky but I’m trying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m down to 35 days until my vacation. I really think that this trip will “recharge the batteries”. I’m going to try and blog every night of the vacation, but I make no promises. I’ll be taking lots of pictures, so maybe I’ll be posting with a little blurb instead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been resisting the urge to blog about my new smart phone, but dammit, it’s a Google Phone, and I love everything Google related. As I once blogged long ago, there should be a tattoo that says “Property of Google”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I picked up the HTC Magic (Google) Phone a few weeks ago and I LOVE IT. Like the Apple Phone, you can download a bunch of cool application, but unlike the Apple Phone, you don’t have to wait for some control freak at Apple to allow them to be sold/given away on the I-Tunes Store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve downloaded some cool apps for my phone like Weatherbug which gives me local weather information, and a movies app from Flixster, which gives me local movie listings, theatres and show times. Of course there’s some cool apps that came with the phone, like the GMail reader, the Google Maps applications, that works with the GPS on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the less than useful apps which I like anyway like the Swartz saber (from Space balls)app, and the Beavis and Butthead soundboard. Because you never know when you  to have Beavis say “10-6-90, 10-6-90, we’ve got whores on the street, we need backup NOW”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now knowing my readers (all three of you), you’re probably thinking that my phone is just a cool high tech toy, and to you I say “and, your point is”. Yes my phone can do some cool things, that a normal phone can’t do, and I can download cool apps, from my phone. Yes I have a GPS on my phone, and yes smart phone are becoming, an all in one device. I could add more memory to my phone. I can upgrade the 2 gigs into 4 or 8 at a low cost, and turn my cell into an IPod, like the IPhone. The point is, my phone reflexs who I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a person who worked HR in my old job, and she had a pink Razr. She loved it because it was pink. She told me that she could have gotten the same phone in black for free, but paid extra to get it in pink. These days our cell phones are a badge of who we are. Being a Blackberry owner will say something about you, as being a IPhone owner will say something else. My Google Phone will say something about me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is I love my new cell phone despite the sudden price drop after I bought it. Oh yeah, I bought it for $199, last week and now it’s $99. Needless to say, I was not impressed, but I did call the Rogers, and they gave me a $100 credit, so everything is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-3749058234593095449?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/3749058234593095449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=3749058234593095449&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3749058234593095449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3749058234593095449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-need-to-blog-about-my-cool-phone.html' title='If I need to blog about my cool phone to get back into blogging, so be it'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/Sk6NNyhV_AI/AAAAAAAAAVs/GVWGw5j2Fpw/s72-c/htcmagic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-744629453068154281</id><published>2009-06-24T10:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T10:58:03.452-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sexual innuendo'/><title type='text'>Food is just suppose to be food</title><content type='html'>I found this at the &lt;a href="http://consumerist.com/5301915/bj+minded-bk-ad-lets-you-have-creepiness-your-way"&gt;Consumerist&lt;/a&gt;, and I thought it was blog worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Burger King now have the new “BK Super Seven Incher”. Right away, I’m thinking this is not a good thing. Especially when the poster for the burger says “It’ll blow your mind away.”  Also, on the lower part of the poster it starts out with. “Fill your desire for something long, juicy and flame-grilled “. Now I do not have a desire for something long and juicy; especially if it’s the Burger King’s Super Seven Incher. NO WAY. Oh and the poster doesn’t help either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/SkJaD0iRgeI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xVAhgIUswac/s1600-h/bk.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/SkJaD0iRgeI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xVAhgIUswac/s400/bk.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350938328958075362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what I want to know is who approves these things? It’s the Saskatchewan Pork “Pork: the one you love” billboard all over again. Personally, if it were up to me, I’d create a company that consults with advertisers, and other organizations over the possibility of a double meaning in their advertisement. I believe this service is needed for executives, and politicians who are obviously out of touch with the real world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A perfect example is the “tea baggers”. The idea was to recreate the image of the Boston tea party, but when you mention tea bagging today. It has a totally different meaning. Tea Bagging is the act of putting ones testicles onto another person’s face. Now I know this because, this was something that became popular in the video game called Counter Strike, which is a shooter type game. I’m not going into “special” bars, and witnessing this action. The point of this was that I knew what it means and the tea baggers didn’t, so now they’re thought of as a group of people who rub their “boys” in each other’s face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now  if I had been there, this Burger King Seven Incher would not have been happening. I mean seriously, some alarms should have gone off with the poster. I look at it, and think, there’s no way, I’m going to have this sandwich. A picture of a woman with her mouth over, the long sandwich near her lips and the work BLOW underneath. Also, it doesn't help that the woman looks like a sex doll. Uggg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-744629453068154281?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/744629453068154281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=744629453068154281&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/744629453068154281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/744629453068154281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2009/06/food-is-just-suppose-to-be-food.html' title='Food is just suppose to be food'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/SkJaD0iRgeI/AAAAAAAAAVk/xVAhgIUswac/s72-c/bk.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-7763301760142989932</id><published>2009-06-19T15:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:13:09.193-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='those female things'/><title type='text'>I just price them. I don' use them</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned before, I have 2 jobs, the cool high paying job, and the crappy getting out of debt job. I don’t have anything to blog about with the main job but it did occur to me that there are some items I can blog about with the second job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the second job, I work in File Maintenance. This means I remove sale tags on shelves, and put new ones on. A simple task, and nothing to talk about except for one thing; having to place the sale tags on the “Feminine Care” products. Yes those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t mind it so much if the store was closed when I had to put the tags on there, but the store is open. I keep expecting someone to go the customer service to report “the sick and disgusting man” hanging out in that area. I mean seriously, this is not somewhere I want to be seen hanging around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve mentioned this to a female co-worker and she teases me about it now. How, that I’ll be an expert on these products and that any future girlfriend would be grateful. I disagreed. I all come down to that one real fear that guys have when getting a phone call from their girlfriend/wife/whatever. Being asked to pick up “those things” on the way home. Seriously, if a guy does it, he might as well hand over his testicles as well, because once you do that. They belong to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, after I also got stuck with putting the sale tags on the nylons, and the co-worker also saw me doing it, and comment “so this is your second favorite space, at least I didn’t catch you rubbing the samples on your face”. I know I’m a closet pervert, but I would never do something like that…in public. The nylons, not the other thing, that’s just creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the brighter side, I did make fun of her having to tag the “family planning section”, which is basically condoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don’t think you can ask me which feminine product is better than the other, because I just price them. I don’t wear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-7763301760142989932?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/7763301760142989932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=7763301760142989932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/7763301760142989932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/7763301760142989932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-price-them-i-don-use-thetm.html' title='I just price them. I don&apos; use them'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-6074364981578983582</id><published>2009-06-17T17:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:21:18.869-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='return'/><title type='text'>Who greased the saddle?</title><content type='html'>I’ve been a bad blogger for some time. I did blog fade and some people went so far as to chastise me about it, and encourage me to get back to blogging. Here I go once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the deal. I’ve been really busy at work lately. So busy, that I have been going into work on the weekends to continue of some of the projects that I’ve been involved in. So after working at Safeway for 4-8 hours, depending on the day, I would go into the main job work on other stuff as well. That’s one of the main reasons why I haven’t been blogging. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been many events that have happened in the world that I could have blogged about, and yet I have remained silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other problem is motivation. Sure, I start to blog, but then I find many of the post are not completed. I loose my train of though because of other things, such as work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I find it sad that I’ve seemed to lost my passion to blog. I still fight to get that passion back, but I find it difficult. Again, it’s the lack of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago, a Canadian lottery jackpot was $50 Million dollars, and needless to say, I never won it, but even now I feel, that the jackpot was suppose to be MINE. I was supposed to win that money, so then I could quit my job and start enjoying life, and blogging about it. PPPFFFTTT that money was suppose to me MINE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m just trying to find my lost blogging voice, and it’s going to take a little while before I do that, so please be patient as I struggle through future posts about things like the Wendy’s Frosty, or my perverted though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don’t really have the desire to blog about naughty stuff, and my view on naughty stuff. Who know’s. Maybe I can make the Frosty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-6074364981578983582?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/6074364981578983582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=6074364981578983582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6074364981578983582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6074364981578983582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-greased-saddle.html' title='Who greased the saddle?'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-751208223088811037</id><published>2009-05-08T17:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T17:39:16.335-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Trying to return to the fold</title><content type='html'>I’ve been trying to blog for about a month, but I never finish what I’ve started writing. Then I get called away, and then I loose my train of thought, and next thing you know. I haven’t posted for a month. Right now, I all I can think about is blogging about how I haven’t blogged. Actually that’s not 100 per cent true. I also could blog about the new HTC Magic phone that I want. THE PHONE OS IS MADE BY GOOGLE, but enough about the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I think the main problem is. I’m not frustrated with life, as much as I used to be. Before, my dreams were being crushed, and all I could do is shake my fist in the air and go DAMN YOU!!!. That’s not the case anymore. I can do stuff. I even bought a laptop recently hoping that I could blog anywhere. Guess what. That didn’t work. I’m hoping to do some blogging from Chicago when I’m there in a few months. I figure that I could put some thoughts of Chicago onto the blog and then go to bed. We’ll see how well that goes. It will be a trail for next year, for when I go to the UK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, I never dreamt that I could actually pull off a trip to the UK, and meet Vics in person. A year ago, I was wondering how the hell I was going to pay my rent. How events can change a person. I’ve even changed the way I’ve dressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m also planning on a trip back East for Christmas, and I’m hoping to sneak in a trip to Ottawa as well. Honestly, the idea of going home for Christmas doesn’t thrill me, but it’s because of the town, not the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve also been looking into cruises to Antarctica for 2011. There are actual cruises to Antarctica, and the smaller boats let you go ashore. I really like the idea of getting the opportunity to walk on that continent. Seriously, how many people have walked on Antarctica? I’ve asked around, and guess what. No one here has been to Antarctica, and they don’t know anyone who has. I can be that person who goes. I’m going to see penguins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it happened again. I got called away. ARGHHH &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I’ve totally lost my train of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I’ll end this post here and try again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-751208223088811037?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/751208223088811037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=751208223088811037&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/751208223088811037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/751208223088811037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2009/05/trying-to-return-to-fold.html' title='Trying to return to the fold'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-7015986270753764124</id><published>2009-04-03T16:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:26:49.582-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my junk'/><title type='text'>A bad picture</title><content type='html'>I broke my crappy camera last week. I had the camera back when I was working for the cheap ass bastards at the old job, so it wasn’t anything fancy, but I was still annoyed. So when I ordered my new laptop (another post for another time), I also purchased a new camera. I’m a lot happier with this one, than my last one. It’s a 10MP camera as opposed to my old 5MP camera, and it has a 15X optical zoom as opposed to the 3X optial zoom and a digital zoom. For the record, digital zooms SUCK big time. Avoid using them at all cost. Anyway I got my new camera and I tested it out by take a picture of…my junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this isn’t a good picture, and I won’t be posting it here, so don’t worry. I’m actually disappointed with the picture. I was saying to my junk “come on, look alive”, but my junk just sat there and did nothing. I closed my eyes and did some imagining, then opened my eyes and …nothing. My junk just sat there saying, “leave me alone”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you’re all wonder why I decided to take a picture of my junk. All, I can say is that…it seemed a good idea at the time, and yes I know that phrase has gotten many people including myself into a lot of trouble. It’s not like I was going to email a the picture to anyone, especially if my junk wasn’t cooperating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, my junk is camera shy. Perhaps, my psyche wasn’t into it. Either way, my junk wasn’t behaving, and I’m somewhat disappointed at that. Maybe, my junk and I need to have some counseling. I ‘d sit in one chair, my junk in another chair, and the therapist in the third chair. The only problem would be if  the therapist was a hot babe, and then my junk decided to stand at attention. Then I’d be really pissed. I’d be yelling, “I WANT TO TAKE A PICTURE OF YOU, AND NOTHING, BUT YOU GET ONE LOOK AT THE THERAPIST AND YOU’RE AT ATTENTION. WHAT THE HELL!!.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair to my junk, I’d rather look at a hot babe, than my camera as well. Bottom line, I didn’t get a good picture of my junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-7015986270753764124?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/7015986270753764124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=7015986270753764124&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/7015986270753764124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/7015986270753764124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2009/04/bad-picture.html' title='A bad picture'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-5893804622662503166</id><published>2009-03-27T14:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:56:17.343-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bob and doug'/><title type='text'>BOB AND DOUG ARE COMING BACK!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/Sc09YNTmxJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/NeEzeB5y_Ds/s1600-h/bobanddoug0417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/Sc09YNTmxJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/NeEzeB5y_Ds/s400/bobanddoug0417.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317974221092471954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to Canada anyway. I knew this was coming, but to get an air date is like WOOT!!!! (or is it SQUEEEE now?). I just read that&lt;a href="http://www.channelcanada.com/Article2758.html"&gt; Global will start airing the animated adventurers of Bob and Doug McKenzie on April 19th&lt;/a&gt;. I can’t wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been a fan of the McKenzie brothers as far back as I can remember, and they still have influence over me to this day. Don’t believe me? Where do you think the name Tales from the Great White North came from? Back in the day Bob and Doug did a SCTV called….The Great White North. Coincidence.? I think NOT eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I said before, this is an animated series so the hosers will able to do some Loony Toons type stuff, like be crushed by kegs or beer, or be body checked by their French Canadian rivals Now I can’t confirm the existence of the French Canadian rivals right now, but they were in a animated short that came out with the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Strange-Brew-Widescreen-Rick-Moranis/dp/B00006FDCT"&gt;DVD release of Strange Brew&lt;/a&gt;, the Bob and Doug movie (cue the singing angels eh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dave_Thomas_%28actor%29"&gt;Dave Thomas&lt;/a&gt; will be doing the voice of Doug. The bad news is that &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rick_Moranis"&gt;Rick Moranis&lt;/a&gt; will not be doing the voice of Bob. I guess he doesn’t need to do it, after Disney game him all that money for those &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Honey,_I_Shrunk_the_Kids"&gt;Honey I Shrunk the Kids movies&lt;/a&gt;, but he is an executive producer, alone with Dave. The replacement for Bob’s voice will be…&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dave_Coulier"&gt;.Dave Coulier&lt;/a&gt;. Yes, the voice of Bob will be done by Joey from Full House. I do know that Dave plays Hockey and plays on the &lt;a href="http://www.allstarshockey.com/index2.html"&gt;Celebrity All-Star Hockey Squad&lt;/a&gt;, and is a big Red Wings fan, so he has some Canadian in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m very excited that my hosers are coming back, but I’m also sad, that the show will only be seen in Canada. Why hasn’t a US network tried to pick up this gem? Fox can put it on Sunday nights along with all the other animated shows they air, but alas, this show is only for us Canadian eh. Here’s a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-ZvAVcBIrQ"&gt;clip of the original show&lt;/a&gt;, and I’m looking forward to post clips of the animated series when it comes out eh. I can’t wait for the show to come on in 4 weeks. Just 4 more than a square beer eh. A square beer is 24, or a two four eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 bytes eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-5893804622662503166?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/5893804622662503166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=5893804622662503166&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5893804622662503166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5893804622662503166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2009/03/bob-and-doug-are-coming-back.html' title='BOB AND DOUG ARE COMING BACK!!!!'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/Sc09YNTmxJI/AAAAAAAAAVc/NeEzeB5y_Ds/s72-c/bobanddoug0417.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-2925265970031548904</id><published>2009-03-25T13:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:36:17.157-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self worth'/><title type='text'>Being a closet pervert is perfectly normal.</title><content type='html'>So it’s been a month, since I last blogged, and all I can say is OH SHIT. I didn’t want to let it slide like this but…surfing for porn takes up so much time. Sometimes I wonder if the people who visit this blog really do think that I’m a sick pervert, and to them I say…Sorta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the deal. Deep down, most of us (I’m not saying everyone so calm down), tend to think about such things on a regular basis, but never act on those thoughts. Who hasn’t thought of a specific person and though naughty thoughts about them? I’m sure we’ve all done it once in a while. We all have fantasies in one form or other, right? Mine just happen to feature women dressed like the female characters from the X-men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve read other people’s blogs, and they’ve discussed this side of themselves with ease. They don’t mind sharing some of their “experiences” ;I, on the other hand, (don’t go there), am really shy and private about such things. I’ve never been the type to proclaim to everyone…I DID THAT. Then again, I’ve never been big on the bar scene, and I’m actually extremely shy in real life. It’s to the point where I’m actually fearful of saying anything. I figure, if I don’t say anything, they might think I’m an idiot, but if I do, they will know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I’ve mentioned in the past, I’m going to a meet up in Chicago in August. I’m going to meet people I’ve teamed with in a game for years. The nice thing about this, is that I don’t have to be anything but myself. These people have known me for years. They know a lot about me, I’ve shared some details about my life and I’ve even posted my picture on a webpage for our Super Group, so we know what each of us looks like. I’m feeling any fear, because I don’t have to win anyone over. Then again, most of the people I’m going to meet are male. There will be some women, but their married. I’ve not planning on “finding a mate” there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few people who have recommended that I should try one of those web-dating services, but it’s hard to work up to something like that when you work two jobs, seven days a week, and I don’t always like what I see starting back at me in the mirror. I’m going to go into the self-image thing now, but this is something I need to remedy one day. Perhaps in a few years after I no longer need the second job. Being in debt also affects my self-image, and I’ll be debt free in less than 3 years. Then perhaps, I’ll be more confident in myself and go get me some (insert 70’s porno music here).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-2925265970031548904?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/2925265970031548904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=2925265970031548904&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/2925265970031548904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/2925265970031548904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2009/03/being-closet-pervert-is-perfectly.html' title='Being a closet pervert is perfectly normal.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-5502972723168957577</id><published>2009-02-27T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:44:16.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yadda yadda'/><title type='text'>Yadda Chicag Yadda Comic Con Yadda Whatever</title><content type='html'>I’m bored again. This isn’t a good thing because, well. I don’t like being bored. I’m still thinking about my vacation in August. What will I do, and what will I see in Chicago? It has come to the point where I’ve made a list of things that I might see, and what I should be careful of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m hoping to see a parade, so I can grab a microphone and start singing Twist and Shout like Ferris Beuller did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to be weary of anyone who looks like Carrie Fisher, because I know she’ll have a rocket launcher, and explosives on her. I saw that on the Blues Brothers. As well, I’ll have to watch out for the Illinois Nazis, and the 20 car pileups of Chicago Police Cruisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also know that if I see a one armed man, go the other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m actually hoping to meet Oprah, because I figure there’s a good chance that she’ll give me a car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might the Chicago Superfan guys, and see one of them have another heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about that trip, and I can’t wait. Time keeps dragging, but at least I have the Calgary Con to keep me happy. They just announced Sean Astin will be there. For non geeks, he played Sam in the Lord of the Ring movies, as well as Mikey, in The Goonies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m really looking forward to the Calgary Con, as much as the Chicago trip. I feel like the local convention is the half way point between now and Chicago, and from what I’ve seen. Chicago won’t have much more than Calgary. They even announced the Soup Nazi guy from Seinfeld will be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on, about how cool it will be to go to the Ando from Heroes panel, and how I love the costume contests, but I would just bore you all. That is the weekend I release my Geekness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s 4:30pm on a Friday afternoon and a lot of people have left for a weekend skiing, through the company. My old company would never do this, and I noticed that even the former CFO is joining them. This is a great place to work, and they do a lot of stuff like that, but I’m still to poor to join. Let me rephrase that, I’m too focused on getting out of debt to join. I don’t even go out for the weekly wings and beer night at a nearby pub. I just keep focusing on the debt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing has happened lately. I got a raise from the second job at Safeway, and it’s a rather substantial one at that. I’m getting an extra $100 a month now. That’s pretty good considering that I only work 12 hours a week at the second job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep seeing May as when things will change moneywise. I’ll have 1 debt paid off, and I’ll start doing the Wednesday Wings thing. Someone has even marked it on their calendar, so they won’t forget. I’m actually looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Yaddy Yadda Bytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-5502972723168957577?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/5502972723168957577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=5502972723168957577&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5502972723168957577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5502972723168957577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2009/02/yadda-chicag-yadda-comic-con-yadda.html' title='Yadda Chicag Yadda Comic Con Yadda Whatever'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-9003650389348730003</id><published>2009-02-26T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:21:23.093-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yadda yadda'/><title type='text'>Yadda Yadda Library?</title><content type='html'>To blog, what to blog about. I’m still have no ideal what I should be blogging about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s the problem. My life has come too mundane. It’s the same crap over and over again, and to be honest. I don’t want to blog about the same old crap. I need to blog about some new crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a few of you might have guessing, I’m winging this post…because I can’t think of anything to do, except blog about someone’s cleavage, but I don’t feel like doing that right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve started reading a book recommended from a friend of mine from City of Heroes. It’s called Artemis Fowl. I’ve noticed that it’s from the young adults second, but isn’t Harry Potter as well, and everyone reads those book. I’ve only gotten past the first chapter so fat, so it’s far too early to give it a rating, but from what I’ve gotten so far. It’s a child detective, in a modern world, but there’s magic as well, so in a way, it’s similar to Harry. I’ll give a more complete review when I’m done the first book. The book was recommended by Syd, a friend from City of Heroes, and she loves the series so I’m going to give it a shot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really haven’t been reading lately. I’ve been listening to podcasts, and playing videogames, but I think it’s time to get back to actually reading a book. I’m used to be so bad that I would listen to audio books, and before that I was reading PDF’s of books on my Palm (the device, not my actual palm).  For an IT person, it’s strange that I’ve gotten so “analog” all of a sudden. I blame the public library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I got a library card and started borrowing Manga. Actually I got the library card because I needed some tech manuals on our Exchange Server (that’s email for no techies), so I got the card, got the books, then started reading Manga, borrowing DVD’s and CD’s, and now I have a real piece of fiction sitting on my workstation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting all my information from the Internet, it’s strange that I’m going to a building and getting stuff. I even use the library’s webpage to put holds on the books that I want. Who would have though that was possible. Though the library isn’t perfect. I can’t find cleavage there. For that I still need the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-9003650389348730003?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/9003650389348730003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=9003650389348730003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/9003650389348730003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/9003650389348730003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2009/02/yadda-yadda-library.html' title='Yadda Yadda Library?'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-5257156841464431529</id><published>2009-02-11T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T16:21:55.012-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Pot and Ball Cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the record, I have never smoked pot. Not once, and I can prove it. I don’t have testicular cancer. There’s a study out that shows&lt;a href="http://blog.seattlepi.nwsource.com/healthreport/archives/161589.asp"&gt; men who smoke heavy amounts of marijuana are more likely to get “ball” cancer.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Personally think this is great news. Think about it, stoners who smoke a lot of pot, get ball cancer, and don’t reproduce. This could save the gene pool, but probably not.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Odds are, the guys who would catch this would be smart people who smoked once or twice in University. Why are Motley Crue still walking around? What about Cheech and Chong? Do they secretly have no balls? I’m sure Tommy Lee does, because I saw that video with Pam (Like you’re not curious). &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Personally, I think this is a ploy to get guys to stop smoking pot. For decades, there have been anti drug initiates and none of them have really worked, so some people in a boardroom started to brainstorming and someone came up with, “If you smoke pot, your balls will fall off”. Now I think this is brilliant, except for some small factor. These guys are already stupid. I remember getting into a conversation (ok it was an argument), with my sister when I discovered she was smoking. I remember saying, how bad it was, and her response was, “they just say that”. To which I replied “Why do you think they put the warning on the package?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For marketing reasons?” Needless to say, my sister still smokes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really don’t think this study is going to have much effect on pot smokers. I’ve heard pot smokers come up with fact after fact about how pot is safe, and about pot in general. My favorite is “if you legalized marijuana, the crime rate would drop X percent”. Well guess what Einstein, if you legalized rape, the crime rate would also drop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Personally, I don’t think legalizing rape is a good idea. As for legalizing Pot…I don’t give a crap anymore either way. I don’t do it, and never will.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just wonder about one thing about getting “ball cancer” from pot smoking. I thought you were supposed to smoke it through your mouth?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;My 2 Bytes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-5257156841464431529?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/5257156841464431529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=5257156841464431529&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5257156841464431529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5257156841464431529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2009/02/pot-and-ball-cancer.html' title='Pot and Ball Cancer'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-167119447825455103</id><published>2009-02-06T13:03:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:19:01.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago trip'/><title type='text'>I'm leaving on a jet plane...</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I book/paid for my summer trip to Chicago. I'm looking forward to the trip, and the opportunity to meet many online friends from City of Heroes in real life. You'd think that I'd be content with that? Not a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after confirming everything was booked for Chicago, I starting browsing for hotels for London, for my 2010 trip. I'm not sure where exactly where I should stay, because I don't know where &lt;a href="http://rosevibe.me.uk/blog/"&gt;Vics,&lt;/a&gt; and her bloke live, and I'd like to stay in a hotel close to them, so I can meet them. I've known Vicky for many years and I look forward to meeting her, the bloke, and the new addition to the family. I haven't even taken the current vacation, and I'm thinking of the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well back to the current year's vacation, we're already talking about going to see the GI Joe movie, the is suppose to come out that weekend. I'm also looking forward to checking out downtown and the &lt;a href="http://www.the-skydeck.com/"&gt;Skydeck of the Sears Towe&lt;/a&gt;r, and &lt;a href="http://www.medievaltimes.com/"&gt;Medieval Times&lt;/a&gt; is definitely part of the plan. I'm really looking forward to exploring the city, maybe see a baseball game, and of course enjoying the Comic Con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been checking out the website of the local Comic Expo in Calgary,(it's in April, and I'm going. I'll blog about it after) and they've been getting some really cool guests, and if a small &lt;a href="http://www.calgaryexpo.com/"&gt;Comic Con in Calgary&lt;/a&gt;, has a lot of cool guests including "&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Heroes/cast/Ando-Masahashi/"&gt;Ando" from Heroes&lt;/a&gt;, then the convention in Chicago will be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd admit, that a Comic Book Convention is a bit of a geeky vacation, but SO FRIGGIN WHAT!!!. I'f you've never been to a Comic Con you're loosing out, and I don't just mean the hot women in Cosplay outfits. (drool).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just see the whole thing as whole new experience. I haven't had a real vacation for a long time, so I'm way overdue. I'm also looking forward to buying a lot of crap that my dad would say "why are you wasting your money".  All this and more in 181 days. Not that I'm counting the days, hours, minutes or seconds. Well I spent my trip fund on booking the flight and hotel room, so I have 6 months to save up for buying junk, but still...these next 6 months are going to drag!!! I guess I can kill time by agonzing what hotel to stay at in London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-167119447825455103?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/167119447825455103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=167119447825455103&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/167119447825455103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/167119447825455103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='I&apos;m leaving on a jet plane...'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-8070434150811251595</id><published>2009-01-26T15:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:58:28.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musicals'/><title type='text'>Dance Zombies Dance</title><content type='html'>I want to get one thing straight. I am not, or ever been a Michael Jackson fan, but the idea of a &lt;a href="http://popwatch.ew.com/popwatch/2009/01/thriller-musica.html"&gt;Thriller musical &lt;/a&gt;sounds really cool. A musical with Zombies? Where do I get my tickets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone loves the Thriller music video, and if you say you’re not, I DON’T BELIEVE YOU. It’s such a cool music video for it’s time, and it holds up still today. Even the song is a lot better than the Christina/Britney/Justin crap that is being released today. Sure it’s from an era when MTV actually aired music videos, there were no such things as reality TV, and Michael was still black, but dammit, everyone loved Thriller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s look back. We’ve had musicals about &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cats_(musical)"&gt;cats&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rent_(musical)"&gt;people can't pay their rent&lt;/a&gt;, and a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spamalot"&gt;Monty Python movie&lt;/a&gt;, why not Thriller? I’m not big on musicals in general. I’ve never watch The Sound of Music. I hated Grease. It will be a cold day in hell before I see Mama Mia, but dammit, I’ll go see Thriller the musical. I’m all for dancing zombies. Well except for the Indian version of Thriller, then again, I still have nightmares of the Indian Superman as well, but I digress. I’m all for a musical with zombies, and a werewolf. I just hope we don’t have to put up with a lot of screaming from the female victim, like in the music video,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-8070434150811251595?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/8070434150811251595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=8070434150811251595&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/8070434150811251595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/8070434150811251595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2009/01/dance-zombies-dance.html' title='Dance Zombies Dance'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-1124395996580280372</id><published>2009-01-14T15:28:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T15:51:30.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grrrr'/><title type='text'>It's sad when Larry Flint become the voice of sanity.</title><content type='html'>We've all heard about how banks, the big automakers, and even myself have been asking for a bailout. Now this request is a little far. The porn industry, lead by Larry Flint is looking for a 5 billion dollar bailout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad that the porn industry is suffering hard economic time. Companies like Hustler are now facing stiff competition from amateur porn websites, and illegal downloading. It's so bad that the performers are loosing their shirts, never mind being able to afford a new boob jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people haven't figured it out yet. Larry Flint is joking, and trying to make a statement about all these bailouts. I'm pretty sure that he's against all of the bailout. How he's against the idea of free money is given to the banks, who end up spending it on bonuses for executives, and not using it to give out loans like THEIR SUPPOSE TO. Honestly, I'm getting tired of blogging about this topic, but it seems that every time I try to blog about something, it end up talking about the damn bailout. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really pisses me off is that the people who "broke the rules" didn't get in trouble. In fact, they're still getting their bonuses. Grrrr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think it's sad when Larry Flint has the more high ground in this case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-1124395996580280372?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/1124395996580280372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=1124395996580280372&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/1124395996580280372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/1124395996580280372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-sad-when-larry-flint-become-voice.html' title='It&apos;s sad when Larry Flint become the voice of sanity.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-7509510776329106669</id><published>2009-01-02T16:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T16:23:15.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new look'/><title type='text'>Yes I changed things again.</title><content type='html'>Yes I changed things yet again, but I decided that I wasn't happy when issues with the template emerged when I put up the Prop 8: The Musical video. Anyway that's all fixed now, and the pictures on the blog represent how friggin cold it is out there. It's so cold, that if I were to take a pee outside, yellow icicles would hit the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did consider changing the scene into a tropical paradise, and renaming the blog "Escape from the Great White North", but I decided against it. The big issue would be the palm trees would keep calling me and distract me from my work (and if I were to win the lottery, I'd be there in a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January is usually a very cold month here, and this year is no exception. It's sp cold that my "boys" are snuggled again my heart. You see, when the "boys" are cold, they hug a man's body, and when it's warm, they tend to be "more free". Yes I just blogged about testicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's a new year and I'm hoping to...yeah yeah, we've heard it all before. I just need to prove it, but blogging about something more interesting than my testicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well time is short, so here's to 2009, and hoping that I can breath some life back into my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-7509510776329106669?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/7509510776329106669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=7509510776329106669&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/7509510776329106669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/7509510776329106669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes-i-changed-things-again.html' title='Yes I changed things again.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-4097499294352406512</id><published>2008-12-15T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:45:53.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ecominics'/><title type='text'>I think we all need a bailout.</title><content type='html'>Remember those days where one person would work one job and be able to support the whole family? Well those days existed. I’m pretty sure of it. I saw it on Happy Days. These days however, it seems like people these days can’t seem to get by on one job anymore. Let’s see, for example, I have 2 jobs, and an e-commerce site, and I’m still just getting by. I can see a day where I’ll finally buy things like a …car…a condo, but they still seem years away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’ve read that the gap between the rich and not so rich seems to be getting wider, and yet when the rich need money, they get a bailout. Where’s my bailout? I don’t need several billion for my bailout. I don’t even need several million for mine. I just need a 5-figure sum, and I’d be fine. Then I’d go and get myself out of debt all over again, but at least it would be a mortgage and a car loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally, I thought that my situation was just because of my own bad choices, but recently I keep hearing from other people that’s they’re thinking the same thing. Getting a second job, something on the weekends or a few evenings a week. I guess this is why both parents work these days in families. It costs more to live, and the expense of living a decent lifestyle keeps going higher and higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t own a car, but I’d like to own one. I’m not looking for an expensive SUV, but even the less expensive stuff seems expensive these days. I’m starting to think a used car is my only option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve read that this generation is suppose to be the first generation that isn’t suppose to do as well as the previous generation…but really, this really sucks. At least I’m finally in a position where I’m starting to regain lost ground, but it’s still going to take years before I even get to consider a mortgage or a bank loan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-4097499294352406512?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/4097499294352406512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=4097499294352406512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/4097499294352406512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/4097499294352406512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-think-we-all-need-bailout.html' title='I think we all need a bailout.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-3385891762107209720</id><published>2008-12-13T21:44:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:39:06.925-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bulshit at the second job'/><title type='text'>Why the hell can't I get a bailout.</title><content type='html'>I was working at the second job today and a small bombshell was dropped. I'm being moved to a new dept in the beginning of the year. The issue is, that I don't want to move to a new dept. I'm happy where I am, even though this whole scenario stinks of the work of a Dept head who is the most negative person I've ever met in my life. All she does is bitch bitch bitch. The thing is, I can't really quit...at least not until mid May. I fear it's going to be a long 5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could actually quit now, but it would mean cutting back on a few things, like next summer's trip to Chicago, but I refuse to do that. I've been looking forwarded to this trip for awhile. Also, if I quit saving for that, then I'd also be quit the fund for London next year as well, and I refuse to do that. Why should I let this person ruin things for me? I refuse to let her ruin my trip to Chicago, and London. Not going to happen bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's also my fault I guess, for needing the job to begin with. I recently took a look at all the debts I have, including student loans, and I'm shelling out a lot of money to other people. Well, spring will free me somewhat, as I won't have to pay out the largest of those payments anymore, but May is a long way away, especially with it being -27C out there (yes it's friggin cold).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a few years, I can get out of this hole, that I've dug myself into. I just wish that it would be sooner. I went through a bit of a mini freakout again, knowing that I might have to put up with some shit for the next 5 months, but I'm just going to think about the end goal. Getting out of debt, going to Chicago in August to meet my City of Heroes friend, and going to London next year to check out life across the "pond", meet Vics, and her bloke. Recently I've been dreaming of being in the UK a lot. I'm not sure why. Shouldn't I be dreaming of going to Chicago? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not the type to put up with a lot of crap (BIG LIE, or else I would have left the old job sooner), but I can only take so much, and this cheap shot is something that is making me think, perhaps it's time to go somewhere else. I now have a year's experience working in retail, so maybe with that experience and my IT experience, I can get a weekend job at Future Shop/Best Buy or some other type of consumer electronics place. I'd rather help people find a wireless keyboard than hollandays sauce anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, worst case scenario, 5 months of bullshit. Actually this makes sense in a freaky way. Things have been going so well at the main job, that something had to piss me off eventually, and if nothing is pissing me off, I don't seem to be blogging, so this might be a good thing for the blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-3385891762107209720?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/3385891762107209720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=3385891762107209720&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3385891762107209720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3385891762107209720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-hell-cant-i-get-bailout.html' title='Why the hell can&apos;t I get a bailout.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-3338464981519345411</id><published>2008-12-12T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:54:27.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clip of the week'/><title type='text'>Photo Friday (Naked Clowns)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/SULdbw-Qs0I/AAAAAAAAAUY/yDh8nDD3jYo/s1600-h/n538941734_1553876_4753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/SULdbw-Qs0I/AAAAAAAAAUY/yDh8nDD3jYo/s400/n538941734_1553876_4753.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279025182303892290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-3338464981519345411?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/3338464981519345411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=3338464981519345411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3338464981519345411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3338464981519345411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2008/12/photo-friday-naked-clowns.html' title='Photo Friday (Naked Clowns)'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/SULdbw-Qs0I/AAAAAAAAAUY/yDh8nDD3jYo/s72-c/n538941734_1553876_4753.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-3452026037350578315</id><published>2008-12-06T13:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T13:34:09.323-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clip of the week'/><title type='text'>The Clip of the Week: Homophobia on Stage  AKA Prop 8 The Musical</title><content type='html'>I know I should be blogging, but this is worth watching. I'll write a review tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=c0cf508ff8" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed width="464" height="388" flashvars="key=c0cf508ff8" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;width: 464px;"&gt;See more &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/jackblack"&gt;Jack Black&lt;/a&gt; videos at Funny or Die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-3452026037350578315?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/3452026037350578315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=3452026037350578315&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3452026037350578315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3452026037350578315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2008/12/clip-of-week-homophobia-on-stage-aka.html' title='The Clip of the Week: Homophobia on Stage  AKA Prop 8 The Musical'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-3953465957251783968</id><published>2008-11-18T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T14:39:58.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>It took awhile for this post to come out.</title><content type='html'>It’s amazing how productive you get to be when you like your job. It’s also terrible how my blog is suffering because of it. Back when I had a uber sucky job, I didn’t give a crap, and blogged from work about stuff that would set me off (like how sucky the old job is). My current job is great for my personal life but it’s killing my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never got the chance to comment how much of a turd the Job the Plumber guy was. It got to the point that even Fox News said “Joe, you’re a Turd, no go away”, but I never got the chance. This guy actually reminded me of a “friend” from college. He liked to act like he was educated and better than us, but in reality he was just a control freak, and a hypocrite. Actually this guy is a cross between Joe the plumber, and John Wayne Bobbitt.  To this day, I keep expecting to see his face on the front page of the news paper with the headline “Man get penis chopped off”. Now I would never wish this on any guy, but I wonder if he’s calm down if he was neutered. Oh and Joe is still a douche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m writing this part 4 days later. I get called away, and next thing you know, It’s days later. I’m still toying with the idea of getting a Macbook Pro, and I can hear Vics screaming (she’s not a Mac person), but it’s just something different. I’m hoping to get one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what the problem is, when you continue a blog post that you started 4 days ago? You’re not motivated to continue. Oh well at least I’m blogging more than some people I know (not point fingers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-3953465957251783968?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/3953465957251783968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=3953465957251783968&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3953465957251783968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/3953465957251783968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-took-awhile-for-this-post-to-come.html' title='It took awhile for this post to come out.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-7154591154702562872</id><published>2008-11-15T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T09:25:00.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clip of the week'/><title type='text'>The Clip of the Week (No one is perfect)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oXR4T8xVFdw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oXR4T8xVFdw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-7154591154702562872?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/7154591154702562872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=7154591154702562872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/7154591154702562872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/7154591154702562872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2008/11/clip-of-week-no-one-is-perfect.html' title='The Clip of the Week (No one is perfect)'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-6646559269099168565</id><published>2008-11-08T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T09:22:00.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clip of the week'/><title type='text'>The Clip of the Week (Switiching to Digital TV)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iTSS8E7bKXg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iTSS8E7bKXg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scary part is that we're making our switch in Canada in 2011. I'm already dreading the phone call from my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-6646559269099168565?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/6646559269099168565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=6646559269099168565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6646559269099168565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6646559269099168565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2008/11/clip-of-week-switiching-to-digital-tv.html' title='The Clip of the Week (Switiching to Digital TV)'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-4346355347985788087</id><published>2008-11-07T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:40:43.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='washrooms'/><title type='text'>Let me pee in peace.</title><content type='html'>So I went out to lunch with some coworkers and I had to use the washroom at the restaurant, and I saw something that is really pissing me off (no pun intended). I‘m sick and tired of finding small LCD’s in the urinal stalls. I don’t to be able to “watch the game” while I take a piss. I know there are guys who need to be able to see every minute of the game, even when they pee, but there’s a name for those types of guys, Douchebags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t like the idea of restrooms being a place where douchbags hang out (pin intended), and watch the damn game. If I need to go, I don’t want to have to wait, while the guy at the stall is screaming SHOOT!!! It’s not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve also seen this in the washrooms in malls as of late, and I’m finding this to be even annoying than watching sports in the bathroom in a restaurant. The last thing, I know to know is that a store is having a sale on certain items, while my “junk” is out, and I’m taking a piss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to going to the bathroom being “peaceful” time? I mean seriously. We get bombarded with advertisements all day, from television, radio, the Internet, billboards, now I have to go through this when I’m taking a piss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough already. If you ask me to buy something, advertising at a urinal, I’m not buying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-4346355347985788087?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/4346355347985788087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=4346355347985788087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/4346355347985788087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/4346355347985788087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-me-pee-in-peace.html' title='Let me pee in peace.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-2285414852560073179</id><published>2008-11-06T15:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T15:03:45.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired'/><title type='text'>Sleep Travelling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know I said what I said…but sometimes life is hard. I’ve been extremely busy at work. Staying late and crashing around 8:00pm every night this week. Then I would wake up at 1am, or 3am; sometimes both. Sometimes I wish that I didn’t have to sleep, but this is getting annoying. There’s one thing that has kept to going thought, and that is next summer’s trip to Chicago, but I’ve decided that Chicago isn’t enough for me. It’s just a start.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last week, I dreamed that I was in the UK. I’m not sure where exactly I was, but I do know I was in the UK. I know I was there to meet a certain blogger, her bloke, and their “lil” one, but I don’t think I actually meet any of them. All I remember is waiting in a bar/pub/whatever they call them over there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then earlier this week, I found myself looking through Expedia.ca at flight/hotel packages for a week in Hong Kong, to which I concluded, Hong Kong isn’t as expensive as I thought it would be, so I’m toying with the idea of adding Hong Kong my list…after London. I’ve committed London (or wherever in the UK &lt;a href="http://rosevibe.me.uk/blog/"&gt;Vics &lt;/a&gt;is) for 2010, no matter what.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m still thinking Vegas would be cool, as well as going back to Ottawa. There are some old friends in Ottawa a new one, that I haven’t meet face to face, and Vegas…well a couple of days in Vegas, while staying at the Hooters Hotel, or some other “fine” establishment. Let’s see, Vegas vs. Ottawa. I might do a poll on that one day. Either way, one of those trips would be squeezed in between Chicago and London.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One thing that I have noticed is the lack of interest in flying back home to visit family. I’m sorry, but I do not want to go to that small town in Northern Ontario…ever, but I know that one Christmas I’ll have to make that journey…to the dullest place on earth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve also considered a weekend in&lt;a href="http://www.fortmcmurrayonline.com/"&gt; Fort McMurray&lt;/a&gt;. While I wasn’t born there, I did grow up there, and I consider that place home, more than the small town in Northern Ontario. I honestly feel that part of the world held me back. There wasn’t any opportunity for me there, unless I wanted to be a lumberjack, drive a truck, or do something for a living that I would absolutely hate. Fort McMurray has options.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So once, again. I will try to blog more regularly, and avoid blogging about Britney Spears’s Vagata.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My 2 Bytes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-2285414852560073179?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/2285414852560073179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=2285414852560073179&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/2285414852560073179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/2285414852560073179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2008/11/sleep-travelling.html' title='Sleep Travelling?'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-302177833274033882</id><published>2008-10-30T16:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:28:15.719-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Macbook'/><title type='text'>Macbook</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Almost every weekday for the past 2 weeks, I’ve started to write a blog post, and every single time, something happens, and I never get to finish the damn thing, because I either forgot about it, because of work, or loose my train of thought. This isn’t good.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve always had the intention of blogging on a regular basis, but lately I’ve been getting less and less persistent. I’m not sure what it us, but I do know that I refuse to blog at home. Why waste time to blog when I could be playing City of Heroes on my PC, or Grand Theft Auto IV on my Playstation 3. I’m thinking that I might break down and buy a laptop.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For a while now, I’ve been toying with the idea of getting a Macbook. Yes I know that the world runs on Windows and most Mac users are snobby types like in the Mac PC ads that Apple makes. Honestly, when I watch those ads, I feel sorry for the PC guy and I want to smack the Mac guy in the face. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Actually today, I received some news that has pretty well sealed the deal on me purchasing a Macbook. There’s now a Mac version of City of Heroes, and that was the last holdout for me. I’m going to buy myself a Mac. I’m caving on the statement that I’d buy a Mac the year Steve Jobs does a keynote wearing something other than jeans and a black turtleneck.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know that this isn’t exactly exciting, but I’m trying to train myself to blog again, so give me a change. I’ll be blogging about Britney Spear’s Hoo Hoo before you know it.&lt;/p&gt;  My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-302177833274033882?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/302177833274033882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=302177833274033882&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/302177833274033882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/302177833274033882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2008/10/macbook.html' title='Macbook'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-6673624489129934661</id><published>2008-10-25T09:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:18:00.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clip of the Week (These boys are real heroes)</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.theonion.com/content/themes/common/assets/videoplayer/flvplayer.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent" width="400" height="355" flashvars="file=http://www.theonion.com/content/xml/88139/video&amp;autostart=false&amp;image=http://www.theonion.com/content/files/images/BOY_SCOUTS_article.jpg&amp;bufferlength=3&amp;embedded=true&amp;title=12-Year-Old%20Boy%20Scouts%20Volunteer%20To%20Give%20Women%20Breast%20Exams"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/video/12_year_old_boy_scouts_volunteer?utm_source=embedded_video"&gt;12-Year-Old Boy Scouts Volunteer To Give Women Breast Exams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-6673624489129934661?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/6673624489129934661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=6673624489129934661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6673624489129934661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6673624489129934661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2008/10/clip-of-week-these-boys-are-real-heroes.html' title='The Clip of the Week (These boys are real heroes)'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-781964441950571072</id><published>2008-10-22T16:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T16:55:04.498-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='douchebag'/><title type='text'>Douchbag in a Plane</title><content type='html'>Now, I’m not a social animal, I’m actually very shy around people I don’t know. I usually keep very quiet, because…well I’m very good at making a fool out of myself, and I’ve since learned that it’s better to be silent let others think you are a fool, than to speak and remove all doubt. Too bad, that a flight attendant didn’t do the same thing. Instead he gave out nude pictures of himself to passengers and offered to have sex with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this guy hounded this poor woman during the flight, but she didn’t say anything to anyone else on the plane, and only came forward 7 months later. Now when I first heard this, I thought that she was just someone who was trying to sue so a quick buck, but the guy admitted to it…to some of it anyway. He admitted showing her a nude picture of himself, while on the plane, and he did admit to “flirting” with her, but he denies grabbing her. I’m sorry but I think the showing of a nude picture of himself is the point where he should be locked up. Needless to say, the guy has been fired from the airline and has been charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of guy, is so in love with himself, that he keeps nude pictures of himself on his cell phone? Last night I was playing Grand Theft  Auto IV, and I heard a face cell phone commercial where a teenager boy is taking pictures of his “junks” and sending them to girls, but that’s a) not real, and b) funny because we know it’s not real. Anyone who has nude pics of themselves on their cellphone and shows them off is a pervert. Not the lovable respectful pervert like me, but I real asshole who deserves to be gang raped in prison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is a douchebag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-781964441950571072?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/781964441950571072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=781964441950571072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/781964441950571072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/781964441950571072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2008/10/douchbag-in-plane.html' title='Douchbag in a Plane'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-8482306459265555104</id><published>2008-10-20T15:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:20:28.720-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sg meetup'/><title type='text'>I want my trip now.</title><content type='html'>I’ve been planning for my trip for a few months now. I’ve been putting money away for the trip as well. I figure if I don’t start saving for the trip now, I’ll probably won’t have enough for the trip when the time comes to book my flight. I’ve having one problem though, the more I put away, the most the trip is going to cost me. Does it have to do with my expensive tastes? Maybe, but at this point, it has more to do with the drop in value of the Canadian dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of September, the Canadian dollar was close to par with the U.S. dollar, but since the beginning of October, the Canadian dollar tanked and is now around 83 cents US. This has really pissed me off. Because of the economic crisis in the US, the Canadian dollar has dropped big time in value, and why is it that I have suffer because of the greedy US bankers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at this point, I’m looking at going from a nice hotel near the convention centre, with a hotel bar, polite staff, to a Best Western, along the highway, where the next room is occupied by some big ass Truck who will smell of tobacco and hogs, who will be load as hell, with his girlfriend every night at 3:00am, as she moans, and he screams “here piggy piggy piggy”. I do not want to have to deal with that crap. I’m not an economist but I do know that the Canadian banking system wasn’t hit as bad as the US, so why is the Canadian dollar down so low? Why am I getting screwed over for my damn trip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m several months away (between 6 and 8) from booking my trip, but I’m finding myself watching the exchange rates before making my booking. I plan to buy through Expedia.ca, but since I’m going to be flying in August, I doubt that I’m going to find a seat sale for that time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don’t think that I’m expecting the return of the Canadian dollar being worth more than the US (but it would be nice), I just want something close to parity. I can live with something a little lower, but it really sucks when your dollar is only worth 80 cents US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been doing a lot of math, and budgeting, and I figure that I can probably pull off the nice hotel, even with the 80 cent dollar, but if we start seeing the dollar dipping into the 70’s, that’s really going to hurt. I’m only factoring money that I know I will have, not counting a possible bonus. I just hope that I can enjoy this trip without constantly checking my bank balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-8482306459265555104?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/8482306459265555104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=8482306459265555104&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/8482306459265555104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/8482306459265555104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-want-my-trip-now.html' title='I want my trip now.'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-4454176932875503587</id><published>2008-10-18T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T09:43:00.854-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clip of the Week (A classic)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WKWH2s6CuFg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WKWH2s6CuFg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-4454176932875503587?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/4454176932875503587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=4454176932875503587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/4454176932875503587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/4454176932875503587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2008/10/clip-of-week-classic.html' title='The Clip of the Week (A classic)'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-5903462262657350762</id><published>2008-10-14T15:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T15:27:12.031-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yadda yadda'/><title type='text'>I can explain, honest</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve been busy this past week. Really busy. At work, I’ve been swamped so I haven’t been able to blog at work, and I lost one of my hard drives on my PC at home, so I haven’t been able to blog there either. Don’t worry, I replaced the hard drive and I’m back online at home, but I just didn’t feel like blogging at home. (I cleaned my apartment instead). Anyway I’m back.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;First I want to talk about the new hard drive, just because I want to talk about how much storage I have on my 2 hard drives now. I have two 500 gig hard drives which combine to a total of 1 Terabyte of storage. I know it seems lame, but when you have to go to a new unit of measurement to describe how much storage I have, I think it’s friggin cool. It’s like, 2 guys talking and one says, my driveway is 200 meters longs and the other guy says mine is 1 kilometer long. When you have to go up a unit of measurement, you’re cool in my opinion. I could go into it, describing inches and feet, but someone might get the wrong idea.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I find myself lost for words once again. I keep focusing on Chicago. The trip to Chicago happens in 295 days. Yes I’m counting days. I really need a vacation, and this will be my chance to get out of the city, meet some virtual friends that I’ve never meet in real life, go to a huge comic convention, and check out the third largest city in the US. I’m also divided on if I should go to Vegas, or Ottawa next fall. I think Vegas would be cool, but there are some people I’d like to meetup with in Ottawa including an ex-girlfriend, and we still get along very well. (Yes insert 70’s porno music here).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So right now, I’ve divided on Vegas and Ottawa, it wll be warm when I go, as oppose to Ottawa, where it would be warm. I’ve never been to Vegas, while I use to live just outside of Ottawa, in a town called Arnprior. Vegas would be a new adventure, while Ottawa pretty well guarantee’s me some (Insert 70’s porno music) Decisions, decisions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mt 2 Bytes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-5903462262657350762?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/5903462262657350762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=5903462262657350762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5903462262657350762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5903462262657350762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-can-explain-honest.html' title='I can explain, honest'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-6997826399072989103</id><published>2008-10-11T09:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T09:25:00.793-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clip of the week'/><title type='text'>The Clip of the Week (The real stroy behind Super Mario)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xGE34VAqYTk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xGE34VAqYTk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-6997826399072989103?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/6997826399072989103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=6997826399072989103&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6997826399072989103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/6997826399072989103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2008/10/clip-of-week-real-stroy-behind-super.html' title='The Clip of the Week (The real stroy behind Super Mario)'/><author><name>K. Restoule</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08202424723259130633</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='30' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ta8YF5Gdy18/S19yvUy1kZI/AAAAAAAAAV4/cEy8DupTHgU/S220/n659331195_74618_1483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8057252.post-5551376964121381934</id><published>2008-10-07T16:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:49:44.468-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing'/><title type='text'>I post about NOTHING</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Arghhh, the lack of creativity. It’s really getting to me. Once again, I find myself unable to think of something to write about, and to think, I wish that I could write for &lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/index"&gt;The Onion&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really love The Onion. It has that strange sense of humour that’s just me. Just today I read a great article about how &lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/news_briefs/members_of_twisted_sister"&gt;members of Twisted Sister are now willing to take it&lt;/a&gt;. I love it. I told a friend at work that and he had to think for a moment, then gave me a “you suck” look. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Honestly, I blame work, because I like it here so much more than the old place, I don’t have the need to escape into my own mind to numb the pain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;How dare my employer make me think that I matter, that I make a difference and that I’m valuable. How dare you give me a sense of self worth. DAMN YOU!!!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It might be because I no longer need to find somewhere to escape that I’m not as creative. I’m not sure, but I actually see a light at the end of the tunnel, and it’s not a train. I can see myself being debt free in 2 to 3 years. How can I gripe about that?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We’ll the good news is that I’m still cheap, so there’s no chance that I’ll end up at some nudie bar giving out $20 to the “performers”. I’ll never be one of the “woot” guys, though those guys are entertaining as hell. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I remember being dragged to a nudie bar, and the guy who brought us there was more entertaining than the dancers. Not that I’m bashing the dancers (actually, they were kinda snobby), but this guy was so outrageous, that I enjoyed watching him more.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m scared that this blog might turn into a Seinfeld blog, a blog about nothing. I need something to get my creative juices going. I’ve yakked about bringing back the podcast, but I’ve been so lazy about it. I could do it for $5/month with&lt;a href="http://www.libsyn.com/index.php?&amp;amp;mode=logout&amp;amp;message="&gt; libsyn&lt;/a&gt;. Who knows? Maybe I am turning into a blog about nothing. I might have to start blogging drunk. I’m reasonably sure that alcohol plays a roll in making Jay’s posts interesting.&lt;/p&gt;  My 2 Bytes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8057252-5551376964121381934?l=fromcanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/feeds/5551376964121381934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8057252&amp;postID=5551376964121381934&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5551376964121381934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8057252/posts/default/5551376964121381934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fromcanada.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-post-about-nothing.html' title='I post about NOTHING'/><author><name>K. 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