I'm Pink Inside

So I've got the Pink Bunny Flu. That's didn't come from a doctor--but from a co-worker.

She had it a few days ago--and I probably caught it. OH how I wish this damn flu was like the girl in the picture.
I'd pink bunny her anytime. Ok--now I sound delirious.

But I really hate having the flu. It's not TOO bad, but I'm reaching the "I want my mommy" phase.

I don't know why that happens. Whenever you were young, and you were sick--there was your mom, bringing you soup, making sure you gargle, waking up in the middle of the night when you had a high fever.

Sucks not to have that person there to do that for you anymore!

Kelsey Grammer is a Beast.

TRANSFORMED!!!

I'm a huge fan of X-MEN, and I can't wait until X3 comes out.

The best part is (as you could have obviously guessed) Kelsey Grammer is Beast. He's a really good actor, and when I heard about this, I flipped!

And look at the guy--looks so freakin wicked as Beast!

And it seems like a Grammer role. Not that big a jump from Psycologist--to scientist!

Downloading Vs. Listenning to music online

So there's this war against downloading music and that whole hooplah. But I wonder if listenning to music online is, or should be considered, illegal as well.

Radio.Blog.Club. Here's a site where you can click onto most artists, and listen to the music. Now, how is this different from downloading? The consumer, or theif-whichever side of the coin you like-still gets to listen to the ENTIRE audio for free, and yet the artist gets no profit.

So how do they do it? Well, the creators are apparently taking cover under THIS. I've never seen this before.

They claim they're covered under a Creative Commons Deed. It says:

"You are free: to copy, distribute, display, and perform the work Under the following
conditions:
You must attribute the work in the manner specified by the author or licensor."

So what's the difference between putting it online and attributing it, and owning it and attributing it? How does that line get blurred? People can still listen to it for free, the artist doesn't get pain in either situation. So where do we draw the line?

Please correct me if I'm wrong, but according to that, I can legally make my own copy of someone's "work" so long as I attribute it?

Snow?...WTF!

Ok...So I wake up this morning to see snow. SNOW!...in the middle of March. When all the weather aficionados in Canada, clearly told (i prefer to use 'lied to') the Canadian public that Spring started on Monday, March 20th--at around 2:00 pm.

And now there's snow? Whaaaaa? Jeez. People told me that the Maritimes have some crazy weather--but I never expected this!

I'm not complaining...I just don't want to bust out the warmer clothes again!

Victory is Mine!

My dear friends, I have conqured the over-powering enigma that is the hair-dresser. I've honestly been trying to work with the sham haircut I got earlier this week. I honestly couldn't. No matter how hard I tried. Let me put it this way. He gave me a mushroom cut. A freakin mushroom cut. BUT, it's not a mushroom cut to a hair dresser...to them it's a "short at the back, and i'll leave the top heavy so you can have that wet look" cut. Any way you put it...it's still a mushroom cut!

It's like shit...you could call it poop...feces...or say it's a brown lump, with a wet look.....IT'S STILL SHIT!!!

So today as I was walking in the mall, in a surprising show of courage, I went up to the hairdresser and asked the bastard to do it again.

And he did. He wasn't happy though. When he was first doing my hair--he took all this care, and love. Today he took five minutes to hack at my hair.

None-the-less my hair is finally work-able. I don't have to fuss with it, or get frustrated with it. I just have to play with it a little, and BOOM.

Back in the M-Dot on Monday

HAIR...not the musical...my head.

Damn it! I keep going to these hair dressers who constantly destroy my hair. Let me fill you in on something...I love my hair, and I will not hesitate to spent hours on end trying to get a certain look (I can be a little vain at times). Of late I've been lacking in that department, partially because my hair isn't doing the things I want it to do anymore. So I keep trying to get it cut perfectly to get a really wicked look.

Now, being in the T-dot I said to myself, let's go to the old hair stylist and get the hair done. Well, she wasnt there, and I ended up going to another guy.

The first question he asks me is 'do you want to keep it long, or cut it short.' And I CLEARLY remember saying to the guy, 'let's go short'.

So he sits me down in his chair, and I recant my tales of bad haircuts(something I normally do with hair dressers--beats sitting there in silence). So I tell him that I want something that I can work with very easily, that I can just do-and go. He looks at me and says, don't worry, with my haircut you'll be able to do whatever you want. Ho sounded SO confident, that I put my complete faith in the guy.

About a half hour later I realize that he is another notch on my bad haircut belt. WHY DEAR GOD WHY!!!!

Whatever, I look like one of those posters you find in a barber shop of some 10 year old, white blonde kid, with one of those mushroom haircuts--that I supposedly don't have to worry about for a freakin month.

Next time, it's going to be the summer cut....which probably means short hair!

In the T-Dot

I love it boys and girls...I might sound like a Toronto boy--or an Ontario boy, but it feels so good to be back home.

Let me tell you why. Think about where you are...now think about where's home. People say home is where the heart is, but if your heart is with family and friends in a place other than where you are, you sort of long to be back.

Moncton--I have mixed feelings about the place. I like it, but then again, there are times when it dissappoints me. But you have to consider where I'm from. For the first twelve years of my life I lived in Kuwait. An oil-rich, very high class like kind of society. And on occasion, India, which can have its glory moments. And after that Toronto. A little bit of a pattern--I like big cities.

But you know what--there are times this weekend where I actually want to be back in Moncton living my own life! So I'm filled with mixed emotions.

All I See Is Red.

I can take criticism, and I can dish it out. Obviously one can give more than one can take. It's different in every other situation other than when it comes to that word. Criticism. I have to say it's the way in which it's given. You can always give it in a nice respectful way, or you can choose the other path and give it to someone bluntly.

As you can gather, that's why I'm here. I was extremely angry this afternoon, I wanted to kick something, and scream. But, thanks to a great co-worker, I got to blow off some steam by taking a walk. And I realized, criticism, nice or blunt, can always be a good thing. Makes you learn, makes you understand the person and yourself better.

So I say bring it on, give me all that you can, because throughout all walks of life, I know there will be a co-worker or a friend like I had today, to tell me to take a walk and blow off some steam!

Wow, I sound like some sort of Jehovah's witness! Jesus Christ!

Here's a Lesson.

Readers..Aren't I pretentious!...Assuming that there's more than one reader!

anyway...Readers, I have to say, when someone offers you help when your in a hole--don't shoot them down with a ball of fire. Even if you're just being polite, and aren't really ever going to take them up on the offer, atleast say thanks for the suggeestion. And then tack on a curt "NO". Burning bridges can cost you my friend...It can cost you dearly.

Hear Ye. Hear Ye New Subway Goes To York U.

Holy Shit! When I left Toronto, This was in the works, and it was a back and forth issue. Then the CFL pulled out of York University, because they were going to charge them too much, and there was much talk of the whole subway deal falling through.

But now...According to the Toronto Star..."Sources say Finance Minister Dwight Duncan will use his first budget to announce the $1.5 billion, 6.2-kilometre extension of the Toronto Transit Commission's Spadina line from Downsview station to York's campus."

Now this begs the question--Why York University? Why not some other place. Well, in My humble opinion, University of Toronto is already in the downtown network, and subway access is obviously in place. And, I believe, the next biggest university is York. Plus there's the saying--If you can pick up a fork, you can go to York. EVERYONE goes there!.

But, the one reason I really believe the subway line is going there? The Jews! That's right I said it. You might not know it if you were on the campus, but it's all run by Jews. Proof? It's the only university that has mandatory holidays on Jewish religious occasions! I think they can really cut a mean deal--and they did it!

I'm Converting! Where's that Torah?

You know what I hate?

I'm watching the Oscars right now, and the red carpet interviews...And there are some questions being posed that garner answers like 'the character really moved me' or 'there's a lot of that character in my personality' or 'I think this movie will change the world'--bullshit!

The only way an Oscar winning or nominated role moves actors is up the money scale. Take Reese Witherspoon--Oscar nominated performance = Highest paid actress in Hollywood (and unless Condi Rice or Hill Clinton are being paid in the millions--maybe the highest paid woman in the world)

I just wish that they wouldn't take people for fools and just give us a straight up answer. They are entertainers, not gods.

Capote.

As you can imagine, I just watched the movie. And I loved it!

Now I didn't know much about Truman Capote, never even heard of him before the movie. So to prepare for the flick, I decided to read up on him. After a short biography at Wikipedia, and an even better account of how he affected the 60s at Swingin Chicks, I felt I got an accurate picture of the man, to start watching the movie.

Now it was his recount of how he prepared for the book In Cold Blood--a chronicle of the 1959 murders of the Clutter Family in Kansas. It's supposed to be a chilling tale, and for it he spoke to all those affected in the town, including both sides of the investigation; the detectives, and the killers. This movie was his 'relationship' with one of the killers, Perry Smith--And I though it was beautifully portrayed!

I can't wait to get my hands on In Cold Blood--the book and the movie.

on second thought.

Holy shit! I just went to the LV website, and they have got some wicked stuff in the men's line! Holy jesus christ almighty! Some of the jackets in there are awesome, and their summer collection (the business-causal) is what I want to wear! Damn, I'm eating my own words!

Gangsta!

What is all the rage with the Louis Vuitton stuff now-a-days? I understand that he's a very expensive buy, but an LV paint job for a really crappy car? Come on!

Canadians in Afghanistan

First off, I really don't agree with the troops being there. There's no point--it was America's war...let their troops die there.

Now, we've had a pretty rough weekend in Afghanistan. There was a death of a soldier due to a vehicle roll-over on thursday, friday saw a suicide bomber ramming a car into a tank (I believe), and today another attack at what was supposed to be a peaceful meeting.

Now, that being said, there's something that I'm right pissed off with. During a clip of an interview with CTV News, a Platoon commander described what happened, right before a troop was struck in the head with an axe.

"The guy lifted up the axe, and called out Allah Akbar, the jihad prayer, before they do suicides, and he swung the axe into Trevor's head," said Capt. Kevin Schamuhn, the platoon commander..."

I'm sorry...the Jihad prayer?...the Holy war prayer? There is no prayer for a holy war (that I know of) The guy probably yelled out "Allah hu Akbar" which means God is great. Where is the 'Jihad' in that?

The Western world expects the Arab world to understand their 'right of freedom'--yet these men and women from the west (Canadian no less) who go to the Arab word to tear it apart, can't even take the time to learn the difference between the word Jihad, and the word Allah.

Radio Station in mi casa.

Leaving Toronto meant leaving something that I really loved. Family, Friends, and Radio Stations!

Now, let me say this...the radio stations in Moncton, don't suck...they're just not my type. For example there's C103, which is all classic rock. I love classic rock, but the T-dot classic rock station (Q107) had the "Psychedelic hour" from 12 - 1, every weekday afternoon. And the same on Sundays (from 9 to 9) And they played the best freakin music ever!

There are other staitons in Moncton like Magic 104 (which is actually 103.9 on the dial) and K94.5. Magic is easy rock and K is 'today's best music'. And they both suck!--and when I say suck...i mean worse than a 13-year old with braces on extacy (not speaking from experience)

I know I probably sound like a Toronto boy, but no. I just liked my stations, and now that I have the internet, I can finally listen to all of them again!

Like Z103.5...and Flow 93.5. Both are today's best music--and they mean best. Z has a slant towards dance music...and Flow leans towards Hip-hop. But none the less, if you're open to all types, you are guranteed a good song at any given time on A station in Toronto.

Even 104.5 Chum Fm, and 97.3 Easy Rock can beat any of the stations in the M-dot.

I know I sound like a whiner--and this is nothing against the maritimes, because Halifax has some alright stations--but I just miss the good music, and I'm sick of listenning to crappy music.

Click to listen live to z103.5...and Flow 93.5

Finally!

I'm getting over this cold. You know, the past two days have been absolute hell! I though I had the flu, but apparently I need to be throwing up for that to happen.

But, I'll re-cap. Wednesday was the first day I felt the damn cold coming on. And when I should have been nursing it, I think I was watching a movie or something.

Thursday was a horrible day. I came in to work all stuffy and felt like how Anna Nicole Smith looks. (Like ass). Now, that was the same day that a Canadian soldier was killed in Afghanistan. And so I was sent out to CFB (Canadian forces base) Gagetown, near Fredericton, New Brunswick to get reaction. It's an hour an a half drive there, and I was dying on the way! And when I got there, almost none of the soldiers talked to me. I was only supposed to stay there for about an hour--I was there for 4 hours. As you can guess, I was so frustrated, and being sick was really starting to mess me up.

So after that I was on my way home again--dying some more, if that's possible! It was just a day I didn't want to deal with, but apparently dealt with it well!

Friday. Eugh! It gets worse. I came in to work again feeling like horse shit. And I pumped out as many stories as I possibly could, before my own walls began to crash down. And then we went out with a few co-workers for drinks. And (this is the whole point of the story) people kept saying that alcohol will cure a cold...And right enough (I didn't get drunk or anything) I feel like I'm cured!

Cartoon of the day

Kanye West...the new 50 Cent?

Two security guards were shot at a Kanye West concert in Birmingham after a man tried to get in without a ticket, police said on Wednesday.

The shootings occurred at the front entrance of the NEC Arena at about 10 p.m. on Tuesday during an altercation between the guards and a man who was refused entry to the Grammy-award winner's show, West Midlands police said.

Detective Inspector Ian Grant said several shots, believed to have been from a handgun, had been fired.

One of the guards was in hospital in a serious condition but the other had been discharged after treatment.

"At this early stage, the motive for the shooting remains unclear but there appears to have been some sort of dispute about gaining entry to the concert," Grant said.

A man and a woman have been held in connection with the incident.

Tuesday's concert was the last in by U.S. rapper West's tour of Britain. He is due to perform in Milan on Thursday.

From Dose.ca

Meh

Ok...I know what you're thinking...Why the heck is this idiot blogging so much? Well, I'm sick, and this is what I do sometimes. Look for ridiculous sites to post my opinion on. Even if no one cares! A fun one that I go to is Desi Planet. Good Stuff.

But there's point to this. This past Christmas, my co-workers had the brilliant idea to have a secret Santa. And we all know that those things don't work...You're going to find out who gave you the gift, so why call it a secret!

Anyway, what I got this year was amazing! It was these three huge, and when I say huge I mean HU-mother f-ing-GE, yellow mugs with packets of chocolate milk in there. Of course I was all exicted, and I had a bit over the Christmas break. But being sick and all, I needed something warm to drink.

I usually turn to a recipe my mom taught me, hot water with lemon and honey. Well I said, screw that, I'm going for the damn chocolate milk. And after kitchen mishaps, that are normal with me in the kitchen--burns, spills, and more burns--I had chocolate milk.
And MY GOD was it ever a great pick me up! I still have the bug, but I still feel like I could go outside and tackle the world!

Goes to show how the simple pleasures in life, can sometimes be all one needs to get one through the day!

Beautiful shot of the M-Dot.

Extra Extra! Lindsay Lohan shows a little...Extra!

Ok, So I know I shouldn't be contributing to her shamelessness. And I know that EVERY internet geek has already painted their monitors white, looking at this picture. But here it is.

Lindsay Lohan, and her NIPPLE! For god's sakes, how old is this chick? 12? This is the same girl who was in the Parent Trap...THE F-ING PARENT TRAP!!!

But you know what, I guess this is what she wants. And she's said it. If her name is out of the papers and the tabloids...Then people are forgetting about her. She wants to have this attention...Whether it's positive or negative.

But who am I to complain? I've always though she's hot and a side shot is not good enough for me! I WANT THE WHOLE VIEW OR NOTHING LINDSAY!!! OR NOTHING!

IM sick!...Well getting there anyway

This is the part I hate. When the flu bug happens to pass its way around...People always seem to pass it onto me! I'm not blaming anyone, it's not something done on purpose. But I'm saying, DAMN! Now I have to take all this extra case of myself. And the worst part is, whenever I'm sick, all I want to do is curl up beside my mom. And I can't do that!

Harry Potter

Well, I started watching the movie last night. But I didn't get a chance to finish. Too many interruptions. From what I saw so far, it looks great! I have about 15 minutes or so to finish off.

What I really want to do is blast the volume, and watch it in peace without wondering if I'm disturbing my aging neighbours. It was like when I was in Toronto...I'd turn it up all the way, and just relax and watch it. Now ofcourse no one would be home at the time but still. The fact that I could actually do it once in a while gives me some satisfaction.

The other day I turned on the 'Telly', and I stepped out of my apartment to do a load of laundry...And I could hear the effing t.v down the hallway. If the walls are THAT thin, then I wonder if they can hear my music, and movies, and everything else (I know your dirty little minds are wandering at this point...well no) Kinda worries me, because now I have to turn down shit, and constantly worry about being silent....BAH!

Cartoon of the day

This has EVERYTHING to do with me being brown!

Brokeback LEGO

Here's Brokeback Lego! Kind of a comic-book sort of thing. I wish they would do a stop-motion version!...that would be a-freaking-mazing!!!

Go to Smug Mug to see the whole thing.

Brokeback to the FUTURE!!!

I love this. All the Brokeback Mountain spoofs are hilarious! I watched the movie, and it was quite good. Very slow an drawn out though, but stuff like THIS makes the movie even better!

Watch the trailer spoof HERE. Trust me, you'll laugh!