tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33196602011-07-13T07:11:55.120-07:00Derelict<b>der·e·lict</b> (dr-lkt)<br>
<i>adj.</i> <br>
1. Deserted by an owner or keeper; abandoned. <br>
2. Run-down; dilapidated.<br>
3. Neglectful of duty or obligation; remiss. <br>
<i>n.</i> <br>
1. Abandoned property, especially a ship abandoned at sea.<br>
2. A homeless or jobless person; a vagrant.<br>
<i>Law.</i> Land left dry by a permanent recession of the water line.mjhnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1041100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-1065474759040682082003-10-06T14:12:00.000-07:002003-10-06T14:12:39.076-07:00Oh, there it is. Winter. Not complaining, mind you, we've had an amazing summer, and come to think of it, last winter was one of the best ones I've had since I moved here 12 years ago. I do love this time of year, though. I get to wear my corduroy jacket. Love that. Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-1065331309212720602003-10-04T22:21:00.000-07:002003-10-04T22:21:49.153-07:00Gawdammit, I'm surrounded by flakes. One fucking solid person in my life, that's all I ask.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-1065000836371764292003-10-01T02:33:00.000-07:002003-10-06T13:14:26.353-07:00Let's get something straight, k? Not that it's any of my business what anyone else thinks, but I thought that, for the record, I would let you know that, yes, while basketball was invented by a Canadian, he was teaching at a college in the US at the time of its invention. I don't think that this makes it a Canadian game. It's kinda like calling "The Mask" a Canadian movie just cuz Jim Carrey Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-1064031710220933352003-09-19T21:21:00.000-07:002003-09-19T21:21:50.080-07:00Just sold a thousand copies of our software. WOO FUCKING HOOOOOOO!!!
I guess that makes me legitimate...all of a sudden.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-1063691938159643392003-09-15T22:58:00.000-07:002003-09-15T23:06:55.040-07:00Got a new laptop from Dell today. Very exciting...except that the fucking CD ROM Drive doesn't work. Assholes.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-1063430481067552162003-09-12T22:21:00.000-07:002003-09-12T22:28:19.370-07:00In kindergarten my teacher called my parents to tell them that I was a liar. A goddamned liar, I suppose. She was concerned because not only had I told them that I was an uncle, I told them that Johnny Cash was *my* uncle.
Growing up in the sort of family I did was like being in an all out media blackout, except for church sanctioned literature, which in my case were a couple of comic books, Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-1063394124607093642003-09-12T12:15:00.000-07:002003-09-12T12:15:24.636-07:00…and then after that we ended up at the Kino Café to watch some flamenco dancers. We sat at a table against the wall, side by side on a bench. We made small talk for a little while, she confessed to me her obsession with hockey, I told her about the time my stripper girlfriend and I had to ask (name withheld) from the Oilers to go home because he’d been partying way too much, she asked me if I Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-1063349067701981262003-09-11T23:44:00.000-07:002003-09-11T23:44:27.613-07:00That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.
-Holden CaulfieldMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-1061410481275471062003-08-20T13:14:00.000-07:002003-08-20T13:14:41.316-07:00I wrote a blurb today about some software we created for the newsletter here at the Reseach building that I work at. I kept it short and sweet and concentrated more on the sentimental aspects of the program rather than the technical side, which the gal who puts the newsletter together seemed to enjoy.
"I don't know anything about that technical stuff, anyway", she says.
"Feh, neither do I", Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-1061271924562702002003-08-18T22:45:00.000-07:002003-08-18T22:45:24.456-07:00Second date tonight. Nothing to report, I'm afraid, other than the fact that we went to see a movie. We saw S.W.A.T. This fucking movie was fraught with cliche and predictability, laiden with non-stop action. Which is to say, in short, I loved it. About half way through I said, "I know what happens, let's go", but we stayed til the end to see all the big gun fights and bitch slaps.
It's Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-1060764290748978952003-08-13T01:44:00.000-07:002003-08-13T01:49:41.130-07:00Fell asleep about 8:30 and woke up again around midnight, just in time to watch a meteor shower. It was more like a meteor drizzle, I think, but kinda fun to see anyway. Last time I remember seeing one was about 15 years ago in Edmonton. We'd dropped some LSD and had gone to the Leg. grounds after the club, as per usual, and the sky started falling. It was amazing. Somewhat terrifying at Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-1060726011034386142003-08-12T15:06:00.000-07:002003-08-12T15:06:51.073-07:00Well, install went smoothly, everyone's happy and now I'm bored. I'm staying at my brother's house which is nice and just two blocks from the beach, but there's no one around to play with. I went down to the beach for a while, looked at the pretty people, enjoyed the sun for a bit, but quickly got bored of that. I think I'll sit in the back yard and drink many beers. Then around six or so Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-1060554593838578632003-08-10T15:29:00.000-07:002003-08-10T15:35:44.596-07:00So gawdam far behind.
I think I'm finally back to where I was when the laptop went bye bye. Close, anyway. The smart guy is coming over this afternoon to help me clean up the rest of the code and once he's gone I'm off to Kelowna to actually install this software. Why I have to go to freakin' Kelowna is beyond me. I guess it's a PR thing. Here's the big smart programmer guy coming to Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-1060241793883507032003-08-07T00:36:00.000-07:002003-08-07T00:36:33.850-07:00Well, it's official. The Terminator has officially announced his candidacy for Governor of California. You can see he's already gotten into character, he has the thumbs up action, the one hand on his hip with the gesticulating right hand when talking to reporters, the witty one liners from his movies (Re: Gray Davies - Haste levista, baby) and a couple of stolen quotes, including one from RFK Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-1059919388594506622003-08-03T07:03:00.000-07:002003-08-03T07:03:08.506-07:00Question: Why is it that in movies it's always the pretty people that seem to have the relationship trouble, while the plain looking sister or brother seem to have their shit together?
Cuz it's not true. I'm about as ugly as they come and I can't work this shit out to save my life.
I'm pretty sure I'm over it. It wasn't the thing so much as it was the she and the fact that I'd accepted,Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-1059592968653395942003-07-30T12:22:00.000-07:002003-07-30T12:23:01.400-07:00Best of Times, Worst Freakin' Time Ever
Monday night: Out with the boys. My brother Dave comes through once a month and he and my other brother that lives here go out for dinner, drinks, etc... Went to Cardero's for shrimp, ahi tuna, squid, oysters, you know...some seafood. Damn fine over there. So, big fun. Then we stopped and picked up a video that was made for a fund raiser that I Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-1059339394782054872003-07-27T13:56:00.000-07:002003-07-27T14:32:54.243-07:00Home again...
Aw, what the hell. I've been thinking about buying a domain name and setting up over there but I've just not had the time nor the inclination to do anything about it. I guess I have some cleaning up to do on this thing, but it'll be much less time consuming than doing something with MT or some shit like that.
Why the blog again? I haven't for months, but I still think in Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-769096012002-05-23T20:29:00.000-07:002002-05-23T20:29:35.006-07:00I've moved. I've shacked up with Melly over here. C'mon over. There's one little chair for one of you, and a bigger chair for two more to curl up in, and for someone who likes to rock, a rocking chair in the middle.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-768527142002-05-22T13:06:00.000-07:002002-05-22T13:06:54.690-07:00Everything I need to know about circumventing copy protection I learned in kindergarten.
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-768510442002-05-22T12:20:00.000-07:002003-07-27T13:52:12.370-07:00Mark Something takes the Proust Questionnaire
What is your idea of happiness?
A warm gun, momma.
What is your greatest fear?
To not be able to think of anything to blog and then have to do some questionnaire to fill in the space.
What historical figure do you most identify with?
Lou Costello.
What is the trait that you most deplore in others?
Eyes too close together.
What is your Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-767818142002-05-20T19:30:00.000-07:002002-05-21T11:53:35.000-07:00What would you say if I told you that my dick tastes like apples?Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-767452772002-05-19T21:03:00.000-07:002002-05-21T11:53:58.000-07:00Hey, when the fuck did Survivor become the Old Time Gospel Hour for fuck sakes? How lame.
Which is to say, obviously, that I never watch it. I caught a bit of the last episode and saw nothing but g-d talk. Yup. Lame.
The audacity of a person to suggest that there's a g-d that has something to do with whether or not they win a game is unconscionable. Same goes for sports and music figuresMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-766506572002-05-17T00:46:00.000-07:002002-05-17T00:46:47.000-07:00Yup. I give up. Officially. I'd be gay if it weren't for all that cocksucking 'n whatnot.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-766277892002-05-16T11:26:00.000-07:002002-05-16T11:26:05.786-07:00Judge orders VeriSign to stop ad campaignMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-766263352002-05-16T10:45:00.000-07:002002-05-16T10:45:18.096-07:00The Vancouver Weblog
Also, change is coming and it's coming soon. I can hardly wait to see what it looks like. Cryptic, huh? You'll see what I'm talking about soon enough.
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-765557422002-05-14T17:11:00.000-07:002002-05-14T17:22:27.000-07:00
There was never any need for a DNA test. Li'lwasserface just before 2 years old.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-765078382002-05-13T13:44:00.000-07:002002-05-13T13:44:14.000-07:00It was weird yesterday. Mother's Day is these days. I don't talk to mine. I won't get into the why's and whatfor's here, it's just that when the day comes I'm a bit uncomfortable with it.
And then yesterday I spent the day with my daughter. We went to the Ravioli Store for prosciutto, capicollo, smoked salmon agnolotti, etc... and then sat down to have something to eat. And as I'm sittingMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-764247902002-05-11T00:36:00.000-07:002002-05-13T13:12:33.000-07:00Ummm... Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-764095732002-05-10T13:53:00.000-07:002002-05-10T13:53:48.200-07:00It didn't hurt that his work is displayed before 150,000 people daily. On an average day, even the Louvre gets only one-tenth that many visitors. He also didn't mind that his "guerrilla public service" made Caltrans look a bit foolish. "They are left with egg on their faces," he said.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-764053052002-05-10T11:46:00.000-07:002002-05-10T11:46:51.000-07:00Psst. Hey buddy. You. Yeah, you. Ya wanna buy a space shuttle?Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-763360022002-05-09T00:03:00.000-07:002002-05-09T00:03:20.863-07:00Someone just wasn't thinking when they named this company. Like I need any help from you bastards.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-763092862002-05-08T09:57:00.000-07:002002-05-08T09:57:10.020-07:00"The World Wrestling Federation has thrown in the towel in its grapple with a leading nature charity. The US-based federation conceded defeat in the fight with the World Wide Fund for Nature over the right to use the initials WWF."
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-762361542002-05-06T15:17:00.000-07:002002-05-06T15:17:30.933-07:00Naked Cops On The Beat
Vancouver, May 4, 2002
It was a dark and stormy night. Grissom and Nash had been on shift for only two hours and already it was looking like it was gonna be one of those nights when you wish you'd have called in stupid instead of coming to work. Grissom was complaining of the chafing caused by his web belt hung around his naked torso.
"Well, if they could make these Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-762337422002-05-06T14:12:00.000-07:002002-05-06T14:12:06.286-07:00"Microsoft has more liquid reserves than 'Ford, ExxonMobil and Wal-Mart have combined' and 'enough to buy the entire airline industry -- twice. Or all the gold in Fort Knox, four times over. It is enough to buy 23 space shuttles or every major professional baseball, basketball, football and hockey team in America."Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-762285972002-05-06T11:51:00.000-07:002002-05-06T11:51:31.976-07:00I'm getting this error message more and more lately...
This woman is not respoding.
To return to the bar and check the status of the conversation, click Cancel.
If you choose to end the conversation immediately, you will lose any unsaved data. To end the conversation now, click End Now.
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-761286642002-05-03T12:09:00.000-07:002002-05-03T12:09:46.203-07:00"I'm not in a mood to be upthet and go into a tirade," he promised. "Maybe in a few weekth I will be."
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-761258972002-05-03T10:44:00.000-07:002002-05-03T10:44:04.216-07:00Yup, it's just like Groundhog Day. A friend of mine brought this up the other day and I said, "That's exactly what I feel like!. Damn. This is how it goes. I wake up to the alarm clock and hit the snooze button. Do this for about an hour and a half or until it's time to start panicking about getting going. Jump out of bed, brush my teeth and inform my daughter that we have to hurry. ListenMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-760321592002-05-01T00:05:00.000-07:002002-05-01T00:05:45.100-07:00"That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they're not much to look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can."
-The Catcher In The RyeMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-760091742002-04-30T11:56:00.000-07:002002-04-30T11:56:38.326-07:00Another giant leap forward for women in the Middle East.
"Women needed a drill to learn precautions and quick response in case a fire breaks out at a wedding tent, as many wedding celebrations take place in summer." Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-758656262002-04-26T16:17:00.000-07:002002-04-26T16:18:47.000-07:00Friday Five
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-758649362002-04-26T15:51:00.000-07:002002-04-26T15:51:07.053-07:00The Elvis Fact of the Week
Brought to you by elvis.com
The Real Flying Elvis
In the 1950s Elvis Presley toured mostly by car. In fact, he and his band wore out a number of cars driving from city to city to perform. He rarely traveled by plane due in part to a troubled flight he had once in a small chartered plane.
In the 1960's Elvis didn't tour, but rather focused on his movie career. He Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-758257142002-04-25T16:37:00.000-07:002002-04-25T16:37:49.000-07:00My day has been about debugging. On Tuesday we worked out the hardware problems, today we conquered the software. And so far it's been so freakin' successful that I'm so happy I could...well, insert your own happy place here, I guess. And while finishing this has actually made me tons more work, once again, it's a good thing. At least now I can set out a plan to have this entire project Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-757770722002-04-24T12:02:00.000-07:002002-04-24T12:24:05.000-07:00I should probably be working. I've got a lot of work to do. Way more than I'd anticipated, in fact. I finally got the part of my robot that's been giving me trouble working yesterday, and now I need to get back on schedule. Or, at least, back to work. But it doesn't look like it's going to happen today. And for now, I'm just fine with that. I've done a ton of work in the last month, most Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-756093952002-04-19T20:59:00.000-07:002002-04-19T20:59:36.800-07:00OH NO!!
Someone gave my Dad my phone number. Oh fuck. Everyone seems to be trying to reconcile with him or vice versa or whatever fuck, but fuck sakes, keep that fucking guy AWAY from me, will ya? Jesus Harold Christ on a bicycle. Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-755803302002-04-19T03:19:00.000-07:002002-04-19T12:01:10.000-07:00It was twelve years ago to the day.
At the time, I was living in a 3000 square foot warehouse space in Gastown with three other people. None of us worked. We sold drugs, scammed welfare, scammed people, stole stuff, we did whatever it took to get by. My main source of income was from ‘middling’ larger drug deals for people looking to score kilo’s. I’d usually just take a quarter ounce or Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-755466912002-04-18T07:37:00.000-07:002002-04-18T11:00:50.000-07:00Yup. Nothing like an Arab perspective on gender issues.
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-755465142002-04-18T07:29:00.000-07:002002-04-18T09:36:06.000-07:00"Family, Religion, Friendship. These are the three demons you must slay in order to become successful in business".
-C. Montgomery Burns
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-755075792002-04-17T08:37:00.000-07:002002-04-17T08:37:53.483-07:00Man, things really do fall apart.
"Given that this is the case and we cannot promise any thing outside of what I hope will square us up till Aprils end, best take that as that's going to be the end of our working relationship for who knows how long."Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-755054492002-04-17T07:31:00.000-07:002002-04-17T07:31:09.103-07:00"Peace in Afghanistan will be acheived by proper education for boys and girls that works".
- President Bush version 2.0
I wonder if he's planning on implementing something like this for American students as well.
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-754609432002-04-16T05:26:00.000-07:002002-04-16T05:28:25.000-07:00It's this part of the day that I find most tolerable, whether I'm still up or have just woken up to find the sun just peeking in, or if the rain is falling, to feel that first hint of light that starts the day. I think the reason why is because it's quiet. I think I've mentioned before that my biggest beef with the city is the noise pollution, a problem inherent to any place with a large amountMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-754254632002-04-15T08:33:00.000-07:002002-04-15T08:33:16.543-07:00Ellie: You should do my homework for me.
Me: Um...no. You have to do your homework so that you can learn all the things you're supposed to learn.
Ellie: Yeah, well, I don't want to.
Me: It's important to learn everything in school so that when you grow up you can get a good job, or maybe you could invent something.
Ellie: YEAH! Like, I could invent a triple-double ice cream cone made out Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-753832382002-04-14T01:01:00.000-07:002002-04-14T01:01:36.413-07:00I'm afraid of Americans.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-753825562002-04-14T00:21:00.000-07:002002-04-14T00:21:23.773-07:00Ozzy Osbourne received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame Friday. Amazing. Ozzy was quoted as saying, "Zhishish fuggin shashavelma vollayou tunouselly morna seema obutt". Right on, Ozzy. Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-753294152002-04-12T09:27:00.000-07:002002-04-12T09:30:10.000-07:00Courtesy of Liane...
Take the Which Elvis Are You? quiz, made by .
Just as I suspected.
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-752774792002-04-10T23:38:00.000-07:002002-04-10T23:40:35.000-07:00I sometimes I crave that part of work where there are other people around you. You know, cuz I work from home a lot of the time, and then when I go to the lab, I'm the only one in the room. Well, that's not entirely true. There's a Chinese girl that shares the space with me but there's a...language barrier. So, there's a part of me that wishes that there were other people around from time to Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-752257852002-04-09T17:49:00.000-07:002002-04-09T17:50:59.000-07:00The Catholic Church is now sending out text-message sermons to mobile phones. Whoo, that's rich. I gotta say, that's one of the funniest things I've seen in a long time. "Catextism". Gives a new, less intrusive meaning to "reach out and touch someone" for the Catholic Church.
Assholes.
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-751776132002-04-08T14:24:00.000-07:002002-04-08T14:24:41.743-07:00Oh good, I was hoping something like this would happen soon.
/sarcasm
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-113402292002-04-01T04:28:00.000-08:002002-04-01T04:31:35.000-08:00marksumpin: you're a do-bee
LiliFellini: oh my god!
LiliFellini: do-bee!
LiliFellini: I remember them!
marksumpin: mmh-hmm
marksumpin: obviously
LiliFellini: the magic mirror thing
LiliFellini: same show?
marksumpin: romper room, I believe
LiliFellini: romper room!
marksumpin: I see Jim and Kevin and Barbie and Suzie!
LiliFellini: I ALWAYS wanted her to say my name and she didn't
LiliFellini: Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-112408132002-03-28T22:51:00.000-08:002002-03-28T22:52:28.000-08:00Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-112223352002-03-28T12:32:00.000-08:002002-03-28T12:32:02.576-08:00Fuck!
One of the perils of working for a startup is that the day may come when there's no money in the bank for your paycheque. Like today, for example. Fuck me gently with a chainsaw.
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-112088412002-03-28T04:29:00.000-08:002002-03-28T04:29:30.760-08:00I'm way behind the eightball on this one, but I'm going to say it anyway. I guess this is in response to Sunday's silliness.
Has anyone noticed that those who would most loudly proclaim that we should tear down the colour barrier are the ones who would raise it the highest?
There is so much more I want to say about this, but because so many people seem to have these incredibly disturbing ideasMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-111678982002-03-27T01:29:00.000-08:002002-03-27T01:29:58.450-08:00I just remembered that I missed that Facts Of Life reunion show. I'm very upset. Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-111294222002-03-25T22:47:00.000-08:002002-03-25T22:47:35.666-08:00Proverbs 6
1 My son, if thou be surety for thy friend, if thou hast stricken thy hand with a stranger,
2 Thou art snared with the words of thy mouth, thou art taken with the words of thy mouth.
3 Do this now, my son, and deliver thyself, when thou art come into the hand of thy friend; go, humble thyself, and make sure thy friend.
4 Give not sleep to thine eyes, nor slumber to thine Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-111106002002-03-25T13:09:00.000-08:002002-03-25T13:09:34.410-08:00Courtesy of Donna.
French Intellectuals to be Deployed in Afghanistan
to Convince Taliban of Non-Existence of God
For Immediate Release:
March 2002
The clean-up portion of the ground war in Afghanistan heated up yesterday when the Allies revealed plans to airdrop a platoon of crack French existentialist philosophers into the country to destroy the morale of the remaining Taliban zealots by Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-110825102002-03-24T18:08:00.000-08:002002-03-24T18:08:38.356-08:00Hmm. I turned to the channel that the TVGuide said the Oscars would be on, but it looks like it's Hollywood Squares instead. Oh well.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-110325452002-03-22T23:16:00.000-08:002002-03-22T23:16:01.323-08:00I was born to second-generation Canadian parents in Alberta. We lived in Sherwood Park, which is a suburb of Edmonton. “The World’s Largest Hamlet”, reads the sign as you drive into town. To this day it makes me think of eggs, mushrooms and cheese. My father was in the Air Force, but had found his final posting by the time I was born, so there was no moving from town to town, or living in PMQ’s Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-110019062002-03-22T00:49:00.000-08:002002-03-22T00:49:53.853-08:00First day of Spring, hmm? Yup, I reckon that sounds about right.
I've never seen snow in Vancouver in March, so it was an unexpected treat to watch the sun come out today and watch the snow melt away on the first day of Spring. Reminded me of Spring back home in Edmonton.
We used to get the tail end of the Chinooks that started the whole thing going. Now, Spring isn't really a season in Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-109825882002-03-21T13:37:00.000-08:002002-03-21T13:37:38.690-08:00Well, this is how it started.
I've been seeing all these guys on the tv 'n stuff and wondering, "Hey, what the hell happened to the moustache part of everyone's goattee?" So, not wanting to to resemble anything close to an individual, I promptly shaved the moustache part off my goatee. And it looked pretty good, I thought. Then that night, I got two zits on my upper lip. Of course.
Next dayMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-109638202002-03-21T01:31:00.000-08:002002-03-21T01:31:10.813-08:00All right, well, I've been draggin' my ass around for a little while, but I gotta tell ya, it ends fucking now.
I just had a look around. I have a great apartment, more gadgets than are necessary, a comfy bed and more food than I need. In fact, I live in a society where people have food issues for chrissakes. Imagine having food issues in ...I dunno, pick a country. I'm warm. I have lots Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-109479762002-03-20T15:23:00.000-08:002002-03-20T15:23:54.020-08:00Okay, I'm trying. I'm really trying. Or maybe I should say, this experience is very trying.
My landlord has 'Little Man Syndrome'. Or at least, that's the best explanation I can come up with for his actions. Since the day I moved in he has wanted to do nothing but argue with me. And he's driving me fucking nuts.
When I moved in he told me that I was not permitted to hang pictures. Yeah, Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-109422412002-03-20T12:37:00.000-08:002002-03-20T12:37:34.000-08:00Now, the thing is, I don't even remeber how I came across this website, but I followed a link from somewhere.
At any rate, the lovely Ingrid has asked me a few questions and posted them, along with my incredibly interesting (/sarcasm) answers on her blog. To have a look, just click here.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-108899722002-03-19T00:26:00.000-08:002002-03-19T00:27:42.000-08:00I know, I know. If you don't like it, change the channel, right?
But I'm strangely drawn to it. It's more than just a desire to know what's going on in the world around me. I mean, it's not as if the News is going to give me an accurate picture of world events, any more than my horoscope is going to tell me what's going to happen to me today. It might get close, but there's always a hiddenMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-108762142002-03-18T16:07:00.000-08:002002-03-18T16:07:06.143-08:00Yeah, uh, I don't like all this snow all that much, thanks.
Don't get me wrong, it's not that I'm so against the snow, such as it is. In fact, if I had my druthers I'd probably be living somewhere in the North, and not necessarily in this country and would expect to see some snow over the winter months. But this is not winter, first of all. And this is Vancouver. For all intents and purposesMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-108202742002-03-17T01:05:00.000-08:002002-03-17T01:05:41.120-08:00Okay, I'm pretty sure I just saw Ian McKellen dressed as Dame Maggie Smith kissing Jimmy Fallon. And if that wasn't weird enough, Kylie Minogue in what appeared to be pants! Man, I've got to stop falling asleep on the couch.
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-108043322002-03-16T13:08:00.000-08:002002-03-16T13:08:54.253-08:00And then there she was...
I hadn't expected to see her there, but the funny thing was, I thought I'd spotted her early that night. And next thing I know she's standing in front of me giving me this big hug, asking me how I'm doing.
"Heh, uh, heyah, hi, yeah, good, thanks."
And then she introduced me to her friend. This gorgeous redhead straight out of a Russ Meyer movie with a big smile and Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-107448522002-03-14T17:39:00.000-08:002002-03-14T17:39:57.706-08:00I need a CNNema.
I've been watching too much news. It gets depressing after a while. So much bullshit, and the same bullshit as yesterday's news. The Dubya is starting to freak me out more and more. There's nothing uglier than a man hitting his stride, is there?
I think that right now I prefer something like this, or this or, you know, something stupid like...oh, I don't know. Rome is Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-106868452002-03-13T00:01:00.000-08:002002-03-13T00:01:27.333-08:00Some days are better than others. Some days mothers are better than other days...mothers.
First, this about Canada. We are now, apparently, the most urban country in the world. 80% of our population lives in cities, and 1 of 3 in the province of British Columbia live in either the Lower Mainland or the Southern part of Vancouver Island, specifically Victoria. What does this mean to me, the Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-106439122002-03-11T20:25:00.000-08:002002-03-11T20:25:33.903-08:00Okay, I've found it. Melly did it, and I felt strangely compelled to follow suit. So, 100 things you probably shouldn't know about me, actually...
1. There’s a lion in my pocket and baby he's ready to roar.
2. I’m bald and beautiful. Well, bald.
3. I need a shower right now.
4. When I was seventeen, I drank a very good beer…
5. My favourite song is Lost In The Supermarket by The Clash. Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-106335202002-03-11T15:15:00.000-08:002002-03-11T15:15:11.913-08:00Well, I wanted to be like the other kids and do the '100 things you should know about me' list. So, I started doing it in my nice little MS text editor. The one we call Word. I had 91. And now it's gone. It just...stopped responding. How fucking annoyed am I? Really fuckin'. Well, 91 things you'll never know about me.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-105933232002-03-10T12:44:00.000-08:002002-03-10T12:44:54.626-08:00I wasn't going to go. I thought that the potential bunny boiler was going to be there, but after a couple of drinks I decided I was just going to go anyway. Besides, I like those people, I have fun with them. So I was glad that I went. It seemed a bit uncomfortable with one person at the beginning, but after 60 or 70 rounds in 'The Century Club' we were all loving each other. I kissed a girlMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-105497062002-03-08T21:19:00.000-08:002002-03-08T21:19:56.786-08:00Just a little tidbit that I read some where, might come in handy!
Heres how to Disable ICQ and MICROSOFT spy
Microsoft:
Open Run and type the following
regsvr32.exe -u c:\Windows\system\regwizc.dll
then click ok and ok again
ICQ:
Open regedit and go to
HKEY_CURENT_USER/Software/Mirabilis/ICQ/Defaultprefs
and change auto update to "No"
In Windows 2000 change path to winnt\system32
Note: Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-104656482002-03-06T14:19:00.000-08:002002-03-06T22:06:29.000-08:00So, last night I saw The Lord of the Rings with my sister and brother in law. Amazing film. Visually stunning and so well done. Even though it didn't quite match what I had imagined as I read those books so many years ago now, it was nice to see someone else's idea of what it looked like. And then I couldn't help but think of how I put on a similar 'ring' half a lifetime ago, and the power itMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-103970762002-03-04T22:01:00.000-08:002002-03-04T22:01:16.910-08:00“Uh…what?”
This was the kind of thing that always brought a rousing round of laughter from the rest of the class. I mean, ferchrissakes, it’s not like I was the only one who wasn’t listening.
“Well, once again, Mark, you’ve astounded us with your knowledge of the subject I just finished discussing a few seconds ago. I don’t know how you ever expect to pass with your attitude”, she said, Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-103060922002-03-02T11:38:00.000-08:002002-03-02T11:38:52.396-08:00So, I decided to make us cards today.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-102741602002-03-01T11:53:00.000-08:002002-03-01T11:54:04.000-08:00I found this over here. Fun little poem generator thingy. This is what I got...
1.
Derelict nothing more
painful than you know. how the
only one
and then the obligatory hug
and I guess the obligatory hug and sweats,
but first of shit.
But, really,
not, the only a Barnum & Bailey
WorldJust as it is , but first you call trying
to bed
because quite honest, not her. Not because
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-101629612002-02-26T16:50:00.000-08:002002-02-26T16:52:18.000-08:00There's nothing more satisfying to me than solving a problem. Often, I'll sit in front of the computer, cursing it and doing everything but throwing it out the window until the freakin' thing does what I want it to do. More often than not, this is exactly what happens with the robotics project I'm working on. You can see some details if ya like at rehabrobotsdotcom. So, today, a major Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-101388062002-02-26T02:28:00.000-08:002002-02-26T02:29:13.000-08:00Ya know how people're always saying that you should be grateful because there's always someone who's worse off than you are, that is having a worse time at it, that whatever problem you're having, there's always someone else with an even worse problem. Well, that's all well and good, but first of all, I don't believe pain is relative. How the fuck do you know that what I feel is any less or Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-100927522002-02-24T22:24:00.000-08:002002-02-24T22:25:01.000-08:00I was hoping she wouldn't notice me. I didn't feel like talking to anybody today, especially not her. Not after walking up Commercial Drive in the wake of a victorious Canadian hockey team celebration, which, after all, turned out to be not much more than a good excuse for the hippies to get out their drums. Noise pollution is my least favourite part of living in the city. And I have so many Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-100818232002-02-24T16:29:00.000-08:002002-02-24T16:29:13.780-08:00I couldn't resist
Oh my God Wayne, it'th huge!!Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-100786512002-02-24T14:51:00.000-08:002002-02-24T14:51:24.240-08:00I think my favourite moment of this entire Olympics was when Wayne Gretzky stood up, pumped his fist in the air and yelled, "FUCK YEAH", as Canada went ahead 4-2. A certain Nylons song comes to mind.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-100536392002-02-23T18:02:00.000-08:002002-02-23T18:02:26.813-08:00Say it's only a Paper Moon
Sailing over a cardboard sea
But it wouldn't be make believe
If you believed in me.
...
It's a Barnum & Bailey World
Just as phony as it can be
But it wouldn't be make believe
If you believed in me.
Cliff EdwardsMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-100183202002-02-22T14:43:00.000-08:002002-02-22T14:44:35.000-08:00Overheard while watching Olympic Curling:
Komm seg av det. Få like av det. Hvordan er ledningen? Feiing. Feiing!! HARD!!! FEIING!!!!! FEIING!!!!!Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-99111372002-02-19T22:06:00.000-08:002002-02-19T22:06:06.000-08:00Thankfully, Uri-Geller has come to my rescue.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-98428212002-02-18T01:35:00.000-08:002002-02-18T01:35:29.590-08:00All right, a little advice...if you must build yourself a little website, please, for the love of Elvis, don't put any cheezy music on your website. Please? fuckersMarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-98413642002-02-18T00:03:00.000-08:002002-02-18T00:03:42.636-08:00It all started when Marlo plugged a Smith's cassette into the stereo at about 1am. Fuck. How am I supposed to compete with that kind of angst?Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-98046252002-02-16T20:16:00.000-08:002002-02-16T20:16:21.703-08:00I've decided to quit my job and start working as a freelance christian breakdancer. Oh, don't worry, I'll be writing National Anthems on the side to supplement my income.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-97358452002-02-14T15:16:00.000-08:002002-02-14T15:16:55.000-08:00Well, looks like my Valentines date this year will probably end up saying something like, "Do I look fat in this glove?"Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-97253082002-02-14T10:21:00.000-08:002002-02-14T10:21:47.913-08:00Happy Valentines Day!!!
Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-97244322002-02-14T09:58:00.000-08:002002-02-14T09:58:34.166-08:00The world is my oyster...pass the tabasco.Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3319660.post-96735422002-02-12T23:00:00.000-08:002002-02-12T23:00:19.990-08:00And I’ll tell ya something…it’s all about the heart. If there’s no heart, it just doesn’t fucking matter, does it?
There’s been times in my life when my heart has lead me around to places I shouldn’t be because I didn’t involve my head in the equation. And there’ve been times when my head has overruled my heart, keeping me from potentially bad situations, and maybe, just maybe, they could’ve Markhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11642409334235336159noreply@blogger.com