What the ...?

All I have to say about tonight's game is that Price was the victim.

I mean, seriously. What the heck? Price was just there, clearing the puck and that Flyers player comes in from nowhere and freakin' TRIPS him up and sends him sprawling to the ice! What the heck!?

Then of course, there was that huge fight. *sigh*

Lost Game 3. Four more games to go.

Don't just get second opinions, view it from all angles!

/FACEPALM

People, please! Don't only get a second opinion (or several, for that matter) but also look at your new logo from every possible angle! Believe me, it's going to save you (and whoever you represent) embarrassment in the long-term. I feel sorry for these people now.

The Office of Government Commerce spent £14,000 on a new logo. However, the people over at the design company never thought of viewing the logo from different angles. Let's just say it's a disaster.

This is the new logo, viewed correctly:



And this is the new logo, viewed from another angle (initially discovered since it was printed on pens and whatnot):



/FACEPALM *again*

For even more logos gone wrong, check out this gallery.

In other news, we lost 4-2 to the Flyers. That's okay. We'll do better!

Alrighty, that's it for me.

Definitive proof that (some) ex-girlfriends are the very definition of evil.

OWNED! Sucks to be that guy. haha I just hope none of my ex-girlfriends (past and future) will ever get that creative. And cruel.



Comic courtesy of xkcd.

Are we good or are we good?

You know what happened tonight? We kicked ourselves some Flyers butt, that's what happened!=D

We totally pwned them 4-3 in OT! Okay granted I wasn't watching the game but I did get an update from a very trusted source. I know it's still kind of early but ... Stanley Cup, here we come! ...AGAIN!

Anymoo, today for school, we had a field trip. ...Oh will you stop snickering? Alright ready, we had a "worksite visit"! Will you get off my case? So we went to C & D Aerospace. They make private jets and all, pretty darn cool. It's production work so I'm too sure if I'll like it. I suppose I'll give that a shot for the experience. It isn't too far from my place either so that's a bonus. So if I get hired, I can get my dad to drop me off on HIS way to work! SCORE!

Now leave me. I need to celebrate our hockey win by dancing in my underwear. =D ...Just kidding.

Cut, flip, cut again, bookmatch and ... Wait, what? I lost you.

For the past 5 days (nights?) at school, we've been working on a veneering project. What is that? I'm too lazy to explain. Here is the definition of that term. It was a really fun project but depending on what you're doing, it could easily drive you up the walls. That nearly happened to me. Nearly. To prevent that from happening, I looked on over to the hot chick from the other group and struck a conversation before getting back into the grind. Works every time! =D

So the project we're veneering is actually a tabletop. A while back, I designed a set of legs and rails (aprons, skirts, that strip of wood that connects the legs together) during my drafting course. The tabletop was to be designed at a later time. Like ... now. With only a day's notice (and the weekend), I had to come up with a geometric design, no organic shapes allowed. To the uninitiated, that means no curves. As you all know, I'm a genius (total retard) when it comes to designs. Therefore, I asked the uber talented Pauline if I could use one of the logos she had designed before. I actually had to modify it but she gave me her permission. Or rather, I traumatized her into giving me permission. *Note to self: keep Man Faye in reserve for desperate times*

Anyway, I tried to take photos as I was going along but it's not always easy. Sometimes, you're just so absorbed in your work to even think about drinking or going to the washroom, let alone taking a photo. Or there are those times when I'm too distracted by that hot chick walking by/talking to me.


This first photo that you see is the underside of the tabletop. One of the rules of veneering is that what you do to one side must be done to the other. Why? To prevent the board from warping. What you see there is a 4-way diamond point match on a bookmatch background. Oh and it's under a thin layer of veneer tape. Those terms don't mean anything to you? That's okay. They didn't mean anything to me either until I actually sat down and stared at my veneer for a good 15 minutes. Then it hit me. Following that, I acted dumb and asked for help. From the hot chick, of course.



This one here is ... Wait ... Oh right, that's the logo that Pauline concocted, which I modified and adapted for this project. You probably don't see much since it's under layers and layers of tape. How many layers? I don't even know myself. All I know is that it took me about an hour to remove all the masking tape. Too much? Maybe but when it comes to veneering, the term "overcautious" doesn't apply because ... well, you simply -can't- be. If that logo moved so much as 1/64 of an inch while I was cutting out the shape on that layer underneath, I would have been screwed. Royally. Oh and this is actually the top of the tabletop.


This third one is taken after I finally managed to tear off all that masking tape. WOO! CELEBRATION! Actually, I can't remember if that's the back or the front. ...Now I remember. This is -after- the veneer tape has been removed. Now THAT was a royal pain in the butt. The masking tape took me an hour. This took me another hour. ...With a sponge and a freakin' paint scraper. >_< But yeah, that's what the modified logo looks like. Notice how the edges are kind of darker? That's because I burned them. ... On purpose. I was quite tempted to see if I could set them on fire but that would mean another 3 hours of painstakingly cutting out the individual shapes. In the end, I resisted the urge. Barely. Mind you, I would have rather preferred to make it as close to the actual design as possible but given the limited amount of time we had, I decided to opt for something simpler. This still took me most of Tuesday.



This next one is of the tabletop again, after I've rounded over the edges of the top. Did I mention that this is actually for my nephew? No? Well now you know. It's for my nephew, hence the rounded edges. I don't want him running around his own place and poking his eye out on the corner of the table that his uncle built for him. Boy would that leave a lasting impression. =\



Remember that first picture? The one will all the tape? This is how it looks like with the tape removed and all. Nice, eh? Of course it's nice. It's designed by yours truly. Oh fine, I got lucky and managed to get my hands on some good veneer. Sheesh, will you stop trying to burst my bubble at every turn? Give a guy some room, will you?

Anymoo, that's it for tonight.

What? You want more? I'm sorry but my awesomeness DOES have its limits. Let me get some rest and I'll amaze you some more tomorrow.

Careful you don't fall into the bowl when you get up for a midnight pee. Or whenever it is you pee in the middle of the night.

OLÉÉÉ OLÉ OLÉ OLÉÉÉ!!

WE WON! WE WON 5-0!

For anybody who doubted the Habs, I've only got one thing to say: OWNED!

And that's all I have to say for tonight.

You want WHAT!?

Some of the people I speak to regularly will remember this. And you'll still laugh as if you've only just heard it for the first time. If you don't, I'm not making any egg tarts for you for the next 3 months.

So about a month or so ago, some random guy walks up to the counter of the fast food place I work at. He steps back and proceeds to examine our menu. Nothing new there. He asks a few questions here and there about the food and whatnot. Kind of stupid since the description of every single item is listed on the board right next to it. Figuring he might take a while, I went back to my all too important duty of folding cones. You know, for the fries. Sorry to shatter your dreams. There are no fairies that fold them.

He finally makes up his mind and signals that he's ready to order. Here is, word for word, how our conversation went.

Customer: Not too many choices for a vegetarian, eh?
Me: Sorry, buddy. It's a franchise so we don't have much of a choice there.
Customer: S'alright, no worries. Hmm... I think I'm going to go for your veggie burger trio there with the fries and the drink.
Me: No problem! Good choice, by the way. Would you like that all dressed? *starts listing off the ingredients*
Customer: Sounds good to me! Oh, do you have bacon?
Me: ...Uhh... Sure we do. Why do you ask?
Customer: Put a few slices in the burger for me, will ya?
Me: *blinks and stares at him with a confused look* I thought you were vegetarian?
Customer: I am.
Me: ...And you want bacon in your veggie burger.
Customer: Yeap.
Me: ...Bacon. Which is meat; pork to be precise.
Customer: You got it!
Me: ...In your veggie burger.
Customer: Uh-huh.
Me: ... >_> ... *shrugs* It's your burger. *Yells out the order*

We have some kind of an understanding now. He came back again today. He looked at me and just nodded. I yelled out his order and was met by a look of confusion from my colleague. I looked at him, told him to make it and that was it. Or rather, I stared him down, told him to shut it and that was it. Then I explained after the customer left. When we finished work, I left him there waiting for his girlfriend, trying to make sense of that customer. I think I might've broken him. I feel sorry for his girlfriend. She ain't getting any of his attention tonight.

Now onto something else... Wait, let me organize my thoughts here. Okay, there we go.


So I made some egg tarts (dan tat, tan thac, whatever else you want to call it) last night. They were a success considering I made a few changes and used my family and friends as guinea pigs. I let the others try them before I bit into one. I essentially switched to brown sugar and organic milk. They looked a bit darker but they tasted just as good. Well, of course they were good. I made them.


See how good they were? That's my friend there, trying to shove ... wait, let me count them ... 1, 4, 8, 2, 5... 11 of them into her mouth all at once. I tried to warn her but she wouldn't listen. I ended up having to drive her home. Oh okay, fine. It was really late and I didn't want her going home alone. Happy? And no, no egg tarts for you! That goes for you too.

And here's an interesting conversation I had with the one and only Pauline. Don't ask. Just read. And enjoy.

Me: *shows picture of egg tarts* I made some last night. :D
Pauline: OMG! Yummmmmmmm! OMG, speaking of pastries. Did you go to the new pastry place in Chinatown? Basillic, I think.
Me: I don't remember the last time I was in Chinatown. Oh wait, I was there for a haircut last week. lol But no, I didn't go there yet.
Pauline: They have very pretty pastry. Don't know if they're good but they look pretty.
Me: ROFL Yeah, LOOKS pretty.
Pauline: And your tan thac...= le secks :P But it's true. I didn't try yet.
Me: What? Only = ? Not > ? Ah damn.
Pauline: SORRY! >
Me: So posting that. xD
Pauline: I gotta admit. I was gonna say: Jer's tan thac > IsecksI (absolute value of) :P
Me: LMAO *bows to your superiority*

Don't we have the best conversations or what? =D

Now onto something confusing and downright funny.

Think back to my other post about webmasters and their unfortunate domain names. This time, however, it's about actual companies with names that will leave you wheezing and gasping for breath. Or rather, it's about one in particular.

Where I work, there's a control panel in the back that regulates the overhead fan, exhaust and fire extinguisher. The latter is in case someone somehow ignites the food. Don't ask me how that could possibly happen. I don't even want to know.

I finally took a good look at the control panel today. And that's all I got: a good look. The moment right after that was spent laughing my head off. I don't know what goes on in these people's heads but geez... How the heck did they let this one slide by? When I finally recovered, I snapped a picture.


No, really. How the heck did this one slip by? Kudos to whoever managed to sneak this past the person who's supposed to check for these things.

Alright. That's it for me tonight.

Be careful when leaving and don't let the door hit you on the way out.

OWNED!

Before I dive into any other subject, allow me to direct your attention (no, not undivided. You still need to pay attention to me) to this particular article. This freakin' made my day. Yeah, I know it's sad that an article can make my day. Wait, what am I saying? Shut up, you. Stop criticizing me and read the article. Now! *Holds up my Dozuki saw*

A mouse, a regular, run-of-the-mill, house mouse managed to solve a maze that a team of scientist spent an entire YEAR designing. Here's the kicker: the mouse did it in 30 seconds. That mouse completely and utterly destroyed that team's effort. Frankly, I don't feel sorry for them. That funding could've been used for something else. Like getting me a set of wheels. Or a whole new wardrobe. Or better yet, the kitchen of my dreams. Shush you. I actually cook!

In other news, work today was a test of my patience. That's coming from a pretty patient guy. Everything was DEAD! I literally sat there and read a good chunk of my book while my co-worker read a good chunk of HIS book. If we had cards, we would've started a poker game with the people from Thai Express, Le Wok and the penguin from the skating rink. Hey! Don't diss the penguin!

As for the game... Let's not go there. >_< Suffice it to say that Game 7 will happen on Monday at the Bell Centre. I'm not even going to watch the match. No, it's not because I don't want to be tortured. I just have more important things to do. *Gets mobbed by Habs fans everywhere* Now I shall leave you with the single, most awesome cosplay I've seen. EVER! It's made of nothing but WIN! Bask in the glory that is ...
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Me? Design? Pfft, yeah right.

So after looking long (for about 5 minutes) and hard (searched Google Image and clicked a few pages) last night for a design for the tabletop, I have narrowed my decision down to ... *cue drum roll* ... one of Pauline's designs. =D You didn't see that coming, eh? Actually, this isn't the first time I've used something she made. During module 5, for the Carved Frame Panel project, I made a carving of one of her logos. That turned out to be awesome. Partly because she designed it but mostly because I carved it. :3

But really, Pauline has got some mad skillz! Her talent is, in my humble opinion, one of the best out there. Mind you, I haven't been privy to many others but from what I've seen so far, she's at the very top of my list. The very proof that she's so awesome rests in the fact that I'm using yet another one of her logo for my tabletop design. Oh and did I mention that she also went to the trouble (at my request) to come up with something awesomely spectacular? I -would- post the design here but I'm afraid of theft so I won't. All I'll say is that my jaw dropped when I saw it. I was in total awe and I still am. Why? First of all, because it's a totally kickass abstract landscape but she also simulated wood grain. WOOD GRAIN! Do you have any bloody idea how that blew my mind? What can I say? This chick's BEYOND awesome. And the best part? She's my good friend. *does the Carlton Dance*

Now onto the wonderful world of video games.

I was just browsing through Digg and whatnot and came across this. What is it? It's the 9 most pants-pissingly hard, disturbing and/or badass video game villains. That list is pretty damn good and my personal favorite would have to be their description of Sephiroth. C'mon, you saw that coming. What list about video game villains would ever be complete without the girly looking badass that could scorch your punk ass if you so much as think about him the wrong way?

"Sephiroth’s the epitome of the badass anime villain. He’s cold. He’s calculating. Oh, and he’s INSANE. He’s also a little too pretty, leaving that weird “he sure looks like a chick with long flowing hair” feeling as he proceeds to kill everyone and everything in sight. He burns down an entire village, slaying all of its inhabitants, stands in the fire looking right at you, smirks, and walks INTO THE FLAMES. He later proceeds to gut your character’s love interest (though personally I was kinda glad to see her go… the other chick was much hotter, as game chicks go), turning your guy into an even more whiny emo bitch than he was to begin with. You go through a minimum of 40 hours of game time to finally get this guy, and what does he do? He calls down a fucking METEOR from the other end of the solar system and drops it on your ass… repeatedly! Killing Sephiroth’s one of the most satisfying Final Fantasy moments."

Speaking of him, Pauline actually passed me a fanart that had me laughing so hard, I fell off the chair. I'm going to have to ask her to send it to me again. XD It was priceless!

Now one more thing before I head off. For everybody who has EVER played an RPG, you have an obligation to read this awesome list. It's a must. And trust me, it's all true. Even the part where you have to talk to a tree and do what it says.

Now remember: if you have any problems, go out there and find a long-haired pretty boy to beat the living daylights out of. That'll solve everything.

One more, that's all we need. One more.

We lost tonight. Badly. >_< We lost to Boston. Final score? 5-1. All the Habs fans in the night groups (just about everybody) were devastated. It's the playoffs and we just lost 5-1 to Boston? That means they actually have a chance of advancing to the next round. But wait! This is still only just Game 5! We're still leading 3-2. We only need ONE more game. And we WILL get that one game! Watch out, Boston, and get ready to have your collective asses kicked! GO HABS GO!

Remember what I said last night about probably having more sanding to do tonight? I was wrong! I have -never- been so glad to be so wrong in my entire life. EVER! That's because we started a new module today: Basic Veneering. We're going to be creating a tabletop for the leg and rail that we designed back in module 4. Now let's just hope I don't royally screw up whatever design I come up with for the parquetry. If I do, feel free to throw me into a steaming pile of freshly laundered, fluffy towels. ...What? Hey, if I end up screwing it up, I'll need to be comforted! Just be happy I didn't ask to be treated to an expensive Japanese meal. Actually, that's not a bad idea...

Speaking of wood, I finished that tea box I was making! And it turns out the teachers didn't use the projects as firewood! Eh, that's probably because it's so hot outside. Mind you, it's got a bunch of flaws in it that I'm not too happy about. Of course, a certain someone will be hitting me upside the head as she reads this. *Gets hit by a hippo*

-She's not even reading yet!
-*Shrugs* Pre-emptive strike?
-At least wait until she freakin' gets here. Don't go around hitting people, alright?
-I'm bored. *hits me upside the head again*
-*Gives the evil eye* You watch it!
-... *Takes out 7-feet Masamune*
-Wha... How... When did... YOU'RE 6" TALL! THAT SWORD IS 7'!
-I'm just that awesome.
-*Mind explodes*



ANYWAY! Considering the fact that it was only my third project, it didn't turn out too bad. It certainly could have been worse. You know, like cutting the box open on the wrong side. ...Don't worry. I didn't. haha Although I nearly did that for my first project. Actually, forget what you just read. Reach for that delete button and press it repeatedly.

That's it for tonight. I'm going to be looking for a parquetry design for the tabletop. Let's hope I find something to my liking.

Now be nice and don't antagonize the hippo over there. I'm not responsible for whatever he does to you.

Show me sandpaper and I -will- wound you.

With that said, I am officially SICK of sanding. I spent almost the entire 6 hours at school tonight SANDING the parts we're going to be assembling for the thrice-damned lamp. Okay, maybe not thrice-damned. Only twice. Six straight hours of nothing but rubbing a piece of paper back and forth. Then again, I was working my way up the grits so that contributed to all that time. I started with 120 grit and worked my way through 150, 180 and finally 220. But I am done. Or at least, I am for the night. I suspect there will be more of that in store for me tomorrow. *breaks down and sobs uncontrollably*

So until tomorrow, please do not show me sandpaper in any form. I don't care if it's a random orbital sander, a finishing sander, a drum sander, oscillating spindle sander, belt sander or any other sanding devices. Because if you do, I -will- wound you. Severely and savagely. With a blunt and rusty spoon. With sharp dents in it.

On another note, I was informed that my copy of Jackket Knightmare has arrived! Sorry, my autographed copy of the comic has arrived. I cannot wait to read it! That is if the ev- I mean, awesome Pauline will let me have my copy. It's currently in her possession. I just have to convince her that she only really needs her own copy and not mine too. ...It would certainly be easier if I had something to distract her with. >_> Oh wait... Where's that redhead I passed on the street the other day...? Gotta track him down.

The author is a close and extremely good friend of mine. She is nothing short of amazing. Wonderful. Stupendous. Extraordinary. In reality, none of those words, nor any other words in the English language are enough to describe just how awesome she is. Amazing artist but also a very talented singer.

If you haven't already, go and order your own copy of the comic. You won't be disappointed. I promise you that. In fact, I'm so sure of myself that I'll go and clean your place from top to bottom if you're not satisfied. And no, you cannot have my contact information.

Anyway, it's been a long day for me. I need sleep. Or rather, I'll try not to fall asleep on my way up to bed.

Now be nice and don't reach for the sandpaper. *points to warning above*

GO HABS GO!

Do you know what's the surest sign that you will not be able to get any work done at school?

I walked into the workshop and the first thing I see is a Habs jersey strung up and hanging down from the ceiling. The back of the jersey is sporting the program coordinator's name and it's got #1 on it. XD Oh and the game was tonight. Since 99.9% of the people in the night groups are huge fans of the Habs, the TV and the radio were on all night. You can imagine how ecstatic we were when Brisebois scored that goal during powerplay! We're now leading 3-1! GO HABS GO!

Onto the awesome world of fan-made music!

You know you've got WAY too much time on your hands when you do this. Watch the video and you'll know what I mean.


Mario Theme Played with RC Car and Bottles - Watch more free videos

That's the freakin' Mario Theme song played with a radio controlled car and wine bottles! I don't even want to think of how much trial and error went into that. I'm not sure whether I should congratulate the guy for pulling this off or hit him upside the head for wasting so much time. Maybe I'll do both. The order of operation may vary.

And speaking of awesome videos...

A very stupendous and extraordinary friend sent me this. It's an oldie and I remember this from way back in the day but this is definitely a keeper. End of world, people. End of the world. What's going on, eh?



Now to finish off this entry with an interesting conversation I had last night with a certain person I won't name. Don't worry, nobody will know it's you, Pauline.

Me: I just thought of something... Who would win in a fight? Sephiroth or Darth Vader?

Pauline: Humm...I say Seph.

Me: Why?

Pauline: I don't know. Vader only has a light saber and the Force. Seph's got nice shampoo. Go figure.

Me: LMAO Yeah but Vader could use the Force Choke.

Pauline: Yeah... or Seph could use materia fire or show him a pic of Cloud! And then... Vader shits in his pants.

Me: Oh shit, Emo King! ... Wait. Why the hell would Seph carry around a picture of Cloud?

Pauline: LOL

Me: You know what? I don't even want to speculate.

Pauline: To ask people: "Have you seen this thing? I need to kill it."

Me: No, that's probably just the excuse he uses when he's caught with Cloud's pic.

Actually, there's one extra thing I must share with everybody before I go. Very important. It's quite epic, I assure!









BEHOLD! THE POWER OF COSPLAY!

Common sense. Use it!

Webmasters everywhere, pay attention. I don't care if you already own a site or if you're planning on starting one but please, for the love of all that is sacred, get a second and third opinion on your domain name! If doesn't take too long to have a friend double-check what you decided to go with. Trust me. It would save you years of embarrassment. Besides, your friends would never let you live that down. Unless, of course, the people you ask for verification are jackasses. Then you're in deep shit.

Man... School tonight was, for me, quite unproductive. There wasn't much for me to do. All I did was drill some holes with different size bits for the lamp base. I also helped someone on my team sand a few columns but uhh... that was about it. Six hours and that's all I was able to accomplish. Sheesh. I just hope it won't be so bad when I have my own shop. Unless I hire people. Then I'll be able to delegate everything and sit in the office all day playing some MMO on the computer. ...Forget that last sentence. You never read that!

Keeping in character with my wholly slow night, I'll end this post with something that will surely result with me being brutally beaten to within an inch of my life. Repeatedly. By a ninja hippo, of course.


For those lining up to beat me down, I have one thing to say: DO YOUR WORST! *runs away screaming like a little girl*

Randomeness extraordinaire!

Please excuse the lack of any organization in this post. Ah, what the heck am I saying? If that bothers you, go and put together a 2000-piece puzzle. Then you'll appreciate the sheer simplicity of my post.

First order of business: The Habs lost Game 3 of the playoffs. Boston scored in OT, bringing the final score to 2-1. Boston is back and we've got extra work to do. Oh well, it's not too bad. I have the utmost confidence in our players. GO HABS GO!

Tonight's game was pretty crazy though. The goalies from both teams performed exceptionally well and made some eye-popping saves. Kudos to their efforts. In Price's defense, that last goal was hard to manage since there was so much traffic in front of the net.

Now onto some truly important information for men everywhere.

I surf on Digg quite often. From time to time, there are a few articles from a site called Divine Caroline. Quite a few of the stuff posted are helpful in some ways. Anymoo, I stumbled across a list last night and boy, oh boy is it GOLD! Men all over the world, read that damn list and PAY ATTENTION! Your life -actually- depends on it.

For the truly dedicated readers who don't want to click on the link for fear of navigating away from the awesomeness that is my blog, I'll replicate the contents here.

Handy Monthly Guide for Men

By: Ophelia Payne

This is a handy guide for those days of the month when a man is taking his life in his hands if he opens his mouth.

DANGEROUS: What’s for dinner?
SAFER: Can I help you with dinner?
SAFEST: Where would you like to go for dinner?
ULTRA SAFE: Here, have some wine.

DANGEROUS: Are you wearing that?
SAFER: Wow, you sure look good in brown!
SAFEST: WOW! Look at you!
ULTRA SAFE: Here, have some wine

DANGEROUS: What are you so worked up about?
SAFER: Could we be overreacting?
SAFEST: Here’s my paycheck.
ULTRA SAFE: Here, have some wine.

DANGEROUS: Should you be eating that?
SAFER: You know, there are a lot of apples left.
SAFEST: Can I get you a piece of chocolate with that?
ULTRA SAFE: Here, have some wine.

DANGEROUS: What did you DO all day?
SAFER: I hope you didn’t over-do it today.
SAFEST: I’ve always loved you in that robe!
ULTRA SAFE: Here, have some wine.

Now here's something that completely baffled me. It still makes no sense whatsoever.

Check out this article and tell me what you think. Quick summary: a set of parents are arguing over which gang their 4-year old toddler should join. ...WHAT!? The kid can't even properly play Street Fighter and you're already thinking of turning your son into a gangster? Here's some advice: how about you DON'T have him join a gang? It just might prolong his life by oh... ionno... 30-40 years, if not more.

Don't mind me. I'm not particularly positive about gangs since I've lost a friend to a gang-related fight.

Anyway, I think I've said enough for today.

Now go in pieces and think about what I have taught you. But don't think too hard. You might injure yourself.

Chill, people. There's enough of me to go around.

Okay, picture this: you're with a group of friends at all the mall and everybody's hungry. There's a crapload of restaurants: Euro Snack, Thai Express, Cultures, The Wok, Franx Supreme, Subway's and Sushi Shop. The logical thing to do would be to spread out, grab some grub and get back together so you can all munch together, right? WRONG!

Well, according to the 50 or so Americans teens that we served within an hour, that is. Oh and get this: a few of them tried to show off their language skills by speaking French to me. That is, they tried until they realized my l33t skills completely trumped theirs and left them looking like drooling douchebags. Then they switched back to good ol' "American", as one of them corrected me. My bad. I didn't know Canadian English differed so much from American. Of course, we sound so much cooler, eh?

It still wouldn't have been too bad if it was just that. That's when the trouble starts. The items on the menu that aren't usually ordered even during the weekday lunch rush? There were all ordered at one point or another. And those are the items that take the most time to prepare too. Didn't I warn you they would take more time to prepare? Oh wait, didn't you say you weren't in a rush? Why complain now? It hasn't been five minutes since you ordered. And here's a heads up: you're supposed to get out of line when you have your food. Or did you expect me to seat you, feed you and wipe your ass for you?

Anyway, enough of that.

Someone is finally catching up on Bleach. The anime. Of course, I read all of what she's watching a few months ago. It was quite tempting not to spill the beans. ...Wait, didn't I already do that on several occasions? =D Don't worry, I won't say your name, Pauline. You're perfectly safe. Oh and while we're on the subject, let me spoil this for you! Urahara was actually th- *gets kidnapped*

The manga (we're still talking Bleach here) is getting quite interesting, especially with what's being explained right now. I'll stop here since I don't want to get kidnapped and threatened by a sword-wielding hippo. Again.

On another note, did anybody note that Death Note has another note? (See what I did there? I'm a genius and I didn't even know it.) Death Note: Another Note: The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases. It's a novel that serves as a prequel to the manga. However, it'll help to have read the manga first. You don't believe me? Don't point the finger at me when you die of a mysterious heart attack.

Now remember, play nice and don't write any names in suspicious black notebooks. Oh alright, but only because he's such a tool.

Are you ready?

So?

Are you?

...For what? Isn't it obvious? For the world sensation awesomeness that is me, of course. What, did you think I was talking about the upcoming Olympics?

Okay, enough ego boosting and on to the actual content. Or so I hope.

After having been begged (threatened), cajoled (forced) and convinced (blackmailed) into creating a blog, here I am. No, no names. You know who you are. No, I'm not pointing anybody out either. I fear for my life now. Actually, the threatening should tone down a bit since Tifa is now safely in my ro- I mean, safe and sound at her own place.

So what's this about? Most likely, this blog will be about stuff that happened to me during the day (yes, my days -are- quite eventful) and/or things that catches my attention. Yes, other than video games and Pauline's eye-popping, drool-inducing, mind-blowing wallpapers. (There, I did it. Now can you -please- call off Renji? His sword pointing is making me nervous, especially with his nervous tic.)

I can't promise I'll update consistently as certain people. *coughPaulinecough* However, I do hope I won't be as sporadic as others. *coughGeorgecough* I'll do my best to keep some kind of schedule. ...Then again, who needs sleep, right?

Anymoo, since tonight's topic revolved mainly about the epic game that is Starcraft 2, I'll post up something related to it. Speaking of which, a few people have already put down a deposit for a pre-order. Crazy? Not really. Awesome? Definitely. Did I do it? Heck no. Why? I blew the cash on food. =D Lesson to be learned from the picture? Never aggro an Ultralisk if you're a lone Marine on patrol.



Oh and for those of you unaware, I'm studying to become a cabinetmaker. That means I'll be making furnitures, cabinets and other totally cool stuff out of wood. Here are previews of projects I've finished and handed in. Will I be seeing them again? Who knows? The teachers might be using these projects as firewood to keep the school warm. Damn budget cuts.



That first picture is a glue-up of a project under clamps. If you count carefully, there are 12 clamps. Overkill? Maybe but I like to be cautious. haha The other one is an unfinished tea box. More to come, especially since we're simulating production work and making table lamps now.

That being said, I need to sle- I mean, rest my eyes for a bit. It's been a long day.

Now be nice and don't poke each other's eyes out.