Home renovations: always a joy


Ok, so “hanging up a picture” is hardly a home reno.  And hanging a picture doesn’t necessarily require a stud!  BUT!  I get so sick of stupid dry-wall anchors!  They NEVER work.  they ALWAYS fail, given enough time.  Right now, in our bathroom, our towel rack is hung on drywall anchors which are nearly completely worn out, which means every time I take my towel off the rack, I almost take the rack off the wall.  Solutions? anyone?  Seriously, i’m about ready to drill it into the door post.

Happy “buy rob an ice-cream cake” day!


I’m sure i’ve told this story here before, but what-the-hey, i’ll tell it again.
So bad at pranking and getting pranked am I, that one year, living in a two bedroom apartment with three other guys, my roommates officially declared it “buy rob an ice-cream cake” day because… Well, it all goes like this.

Rent is due on the first of each month, so when I paid the rent, my landlord said to me “The police stopped by looking for Andrew.  Seemed important.  Are you guys up to anything sketchy?”  And we weren’t up to anything sketchy, but we were breaking TONS of rental rules (we painted, kinda… made a whole in the carpet, we had 2 extra guys living there, etc)  So I phone Andrew, who was at work, and passed along the message.  My landlord really did make it seem like a big deal, and so I thought it was!  I mean, he’s our landlord!  SO!

I called Andrew, gave him the message, and he was in a bit of a panic understandably so, and I left it with him and head into work.  At the time, work was an intense 10 hour day at the church I currently work at that consisted of prepping and planning the music for Wednesday night and Sunday morning, meeting with as many team members for lunch/coffee as I could, and about a million other odd-jobs.  When I got to work, I got a phone call from a different one of my room mates telling me that the girl I was ABSOLUTELY head-over-heels for had come up to him, asked about me, and given him a note to give to me!  At this point, I think I had had one or two interactions with her, where I learned her name and that she didn’t follow library rules… so! I WAS ECSTATIC!  and I was bragging about it to everyone at church!  and thinking about it all day long, and all night, until I eventually got to go home, and found out it was just an april fool’s day prank.

The WORST part, for me, was that it was a retaliatory prank!  Because, when Andrew phoned the cops and they were all, “We don’t know who you are or what your are talking about, we weren’t asking after you”, he thought I pranked him and pranked him good… And so my three other roommates came up with a way to get me back!  But I hate pranks, and would never knowingly prank anyone.  So, I was pretty disappointed, heart-broken even.  And pretty mad too.  So they bought me an icecream cake to cheer me up!  And it did the job.

Long story!  and I eventually married Diana, who was the girl I thought I got a note from, so that worked out too.  And the library rule she breaks, aside from talking at full volume, is eating food in the library!  CRAZY I KNOW.

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I remember, vaguely, when princess Diana was killed in a car accident and people said it was the paparazzi’s fault for photographing it and not actually helping.  I remember thinking to myself, “who would take a picture of someone who is dying instead of helping them?!”  Fast-forward a decade or two, and instagram is a thing, and I realize… yeah, people do that all the time.

Dr Jones, Dr Jones, wake up now!


Coffee-dog is a GREAT alarm clock!  She stands right beside my head, shakes like crazy which causes her collar tags to jingle together louder then a bell, and then she licks my ears until I wake up.  She even licks my hair!  Which is GREAT, because it forces me to have a shower, even though I wasn’t going to have one until a little later.  AND, because i’m a caffeine addict, all of the jingling goes a LONG ways to giving me a headache first thing in the morning, which is awesome.  Anyways.

Have a great thursday!

Final Fantasy X re-release


The biggest difference between now and when I first played final fantasy X is that, when I was in grade 12 and first played it, I had more free time then I knew what to do with.  I didn’t really realize that the free-time thing would be a hindrance to enjoying the re-release of my favourite video game of all time, but…  let’s just say that an epic game like FFX feels slightly less epic in 30 minute intervals once every six days.

I will say this though:  The HD graphics are pretty sweet.  It is especially noticeable in how the back-grounds pop off of the screen.  The character models in HD are sweet too!  Some of the animations seem awkward when paired with such pretty looking character models, but you know, that’s how it goes when you don’t make it over again from the ground up.  It’s great!  I just wish I could actually play it!  haha.

But, let’s be honest.  I have a wife I love, a daughter I love, a puppy I love, a job I love… grade 12 me didn’t have any of those things, and he needed a fantasy to fill the time.  Maybe… I don’t any more?  in the words of blink 182… “I guess this is growing up”!  …lets see if i can make another highschool reference…  “Whadda yah mean, barq’s has bite?  JOHNNY!?”  Final Fantasy indeed.

the benefits of academia


It must be nice to be an authority on a subject.  I was trying to think what I might be an authority on, and none of it is of any real consequence.  I can tell you which sushi place in Chilliwack will fit your budget and desired quality level…  I can tell you which tennis courts are most likely to be vacant on a beautiful summer’s day, around Sardis.  I could tell you, at great lengths, how having a speed-restricted scooter really is the best way to get around town, financially speaking.
I suppose I could be the authority on how to be passive-aggressive through a comic strip.  I want to be clear:  I am not anti-intellectual, I think academia is great!  I also think academics can be impatient towards the common man.  Being a common man who, from time to time, puts up with the eccentricities of the educated, i guess it would just be nice if the favour was returned?  So than, my hypocrisy is revealed!  Educated people are humans too.  What right do I have to demand of my educated peers that they have more patience than I?  Absolutely none.
…Which is why I won’t be getting my Masters any time soon.  I think I have a bit more growing and spiritual maturing to do before I get into it.

…er salad.

2014-3-24Diana, my wife, is the BEST!  every once in a while, i get these crazy food-diet-ideas into my head, and she goes along with them.  For example:
1)  I’ve recently decided that I need to eat salad as a meal at least once a day.  Diana has made AMAZING DELICIOUS and HEALTHY salads!  Not like the one I have pictured here today… left to my own devices, though…..  I should say: the cheese-burger salad is not my exclusive idea.  I know, I know, it’s genius… but I cannot claim the credit!  I was telling a buddy of mine about the salad diet scheme, and he was telling me that a salad diet is an easy diet because you can put anything on a salad and technically, it’s still a salad…  steak salad, cheese-cake salad, spaghetti and meatballs salad… and I realized it was true.
2)  Once in a while, I’ll decide that Cocacola is the devil, and she’ll go along with my week-or-two sugar fast!  and she LOVES coke!
3)  When I inevitably decide that my diet ideas were stupid, she’s right there with a delicious meal idea to heal my bruised ego!
4)  …Sometimes, Diana makes delicious pasta salad… and I put it on a plate, put a lot of cheese on it, and melt it in the microwave, and then I have delicious cheesy pasta!  The side-dish becomes an ENTRÉE!  …though I don’t think she especially likes when I do that.

ANYWAY!  Have a great week everyone!